Giovanni POV: *torture*He had come after my family. Again… It was as if I was back on the docks watching as my brother opened up the crate and saw him engulfed before I could even blink. The fire consuming his last moments, his last words, his last breath. Becca flew into the street gliding across the it was ice. I couldn’t look at her asleep in the bed, her breath so steady but her eyes unopening. I was a shameful man to have her pay the price for my battles. What made matters worse, though I had seen her launched from the blast, my first thought was the woman beside me in the car. I watched my flesh and blood push across the pavement, and all I thought of was her dark hair and honey eyes. If I couldn’t focus I would lose everything. I couldn’t let this stand. I wouldn’t make him pay with fire, we were gaining far too much attention with our explosive games. The detective had peeled up to the scene demanding to know what had happened. Asking me what I had done, what I had done
Arianna POV: I knew the toll of taking down my father would be a large one, and I knew some people I had grown to care about would leave us. I guess I had hoped it would take a little bit before that happened, or if I’m being honest…I had hoped we could all walk away unscathed, we were the good guys after all. That wasn’t the case, but I should feel lucky that it was only goodbye for a little while. Becca was refusing to go, but when I asked her to leave so that I knew she was safe, she didn’t have much of a choice. I could still picture her flying through the air, and the grin on my father's face. I hope the satisfaction he felt was worth it, worth every penny he lost when Giovanni stormed into his manufacturing plant, mowing down any lost soul that had wandered in. I wanted to see the fire in his eyes, hear the glasses thrown against the wall, and watch him start to undo the seemly man who controlled everyone's lives. The way they had left that day I had felt a deep pit in my s
Giovanni POV: We had been driving ourselves crazy. I had been stretching every resource I had, calling in every favor. I was trying to keep people safe and protect us but none of it felt like enough. I was working hard to keep on top of him while he was in custody. Somehow our small victory had turned into a triumph, we had to keep the momentum. Watching her pace back and forth crouching in on herself as she stared at him, doing what she could but only going so far. I knew I had to get her out of there, it might be for the best too. Instead of sitting ducks, we were on the move, taking any threat out of the city. My men were protecting the house still and watching over any targets we thought Domenico might go after. If people had any brains they would get out of the city until this blew over, but most of them couldn’t. Kept barely surviving under the heel of a mad man most of them were still struggling to get by. I was taking her back to the coast, perhaps taking my mind off the wo
Arianna POV: Giovanni left in such a rush, with no goodbye or promise to return. I felt fear seep into my bones thinking of whatever was so dire it pulled him away instantly. If it was that serious I could only picture him covered in blood, punctured full of bullet wounds. I crawled up into my bed trying to drink some tea and watch something. Nothing pulled me away from the tales my head my head was spinning. Whether he was gunned down in the street, lit on fire in a car bomb, or tortured for his misdeeds. Each one worse than the last, gruesome and bloody details strangling me from any form of sanity. I spent the night staring at the ceiling wondering what was going on. Why hadn’t he called me yet The hours dragged on and with every passing second, I became increasingly certain that something had gone wrong. I was undone by the time I saw the sun creeping in through my curtains, I decided I might as well go get something to eat. I made my way downstairs feeling as lonely as I ha
Arianna POV: They had shuffled me over to a car and into the back seat roughly shoving me in the door as I vainly attempted to wriggle free. They laughed as I tried to turn my wrists in their hands and hauled me into the car. I thought to my phone tossed into my purse as I had moronically been dreaming about Giovanni. I looked around the car trying to figure out a way to freedom. They got in and one pointed a gun at me. “You try anything and you’re gonna regret it,” I slumped back in my seat frustrated, not just at my situation but mainly at myself. I hadn’t paid attention at all, I had disregarded the situation we were in and put my head in the clouds. If I had been focusing I would have noticed Luca wasn’t there, and instead of feeling lonely, I would have been on alert. Now here I was in the back of a gross car with two old pigs snorting about the pride they took in taking a young girl hostage. I looked at the gun sitting on the console, and how easy it would be to grab it. The
Giovanni POV: If we hadn’t come in armed to the teeth, we would be dead, we got wind of a new shipment of drugs, ones with his name on them. I hadn’t even taken a moment to stop, we left that instant. I didn’t stop to say goodbye to her, I was so thirsty for the end of this. I had run off into the night, leaving her unguarded and rushing off to some random warehouse hours away. I had waited to see any movement, and with only minimal activity, my brain had started working again. It was hesitant to go in, so we waited, inching close, slowly watching them. They had many guns for those who were unsuspecting. Their movements were rehearsed, marching around like toy soldiers. I felt sure we were headed for a trap, what better way to know than to spring it?Sure enough, one step too close, and they all started shooting in our direction, chasing us down with as much firepower as they had. Like I said, Luca and I came armed heavily ourselves, we threw what we had back at them as we made our
Giovanni POV: Pulling up to the house, I hurried her inside more men than I could count now lined our walls, Luca pulled up and hurried in after us. I had never once felt the need to question my men, but now I looked over their faces and wondered if any of them sought to hurt her. I guided her past every one of them, and she held onto me tightly, she always could feel safe with me, the thing I took all my pride in. Now, she was unsure of who else was going to hand her over. I would have to see to it that loyalty was an absolute, if I couldn’t rely on them, this was all going to fall apart. She turned her face into my chest as we passed through the foyer, a large group of them discussing defense. At the very least, she didn’t have any doubt in me, I’m sure now that it would break me if she did. I nodded to Luca as I got her up to the bedroom, and he turned, heading back downstairs, no doubt already starting to find out if there were any other rats on the ship. If there was one man i
Arianna POV: That morning, I was awoken to the sunlight and a warmth cocooning me, keeping me slightly under the effects of the sandman. It all didn’t feel real, the previous day had been the most eventful one in my life to date, getting kidnapped, then escaping even if by design, being rescued and returned to Gio, and for us to…When I came out of the shower last night, I thought it would end up in the usual routine: he would make his excuses to go work or see to the defense of the house, or perhaps we would find ourselves down in the kitchen like we normally did and play house. Instead, he sat up and looked at me, his mind made up I felt fearful for a moment he would send me away, ship me off to Italy with Becca. Before my fears could consume me, he kissed me, holding me tightly to him, pulling me up, and I wrapped my legs around him. We tumbled onto the bed, and in an unleashing of desire, we found ourselves covered in sweat, heat, and passion. He was exactly as you’d expect him
Arianna POV:Had the city always looked this dull? Was it always this cold? The house we had shared for months on end, which was once warm and joyful, our sanctuary, now seemed sterile. The silence echoed off the walls, only guards and workers bustling by around the house. No children screaming, no mothers chasing, no Becca laughing, or aunts nagging. I had remembered what a family had felt like in Italy, what it could be like with those you love around. His family had welcomed me with open arms, and I had felt as if I’d known them all my life, even his father in an odd way. He was domineering and stubborn, but he loved his sons. He didn’t voice his concerns and care in a healthy manner at all, but I was not one to judge on emotionally incompetent fathers. As soon as we got back to the house, the ever so lovely detective Mosley busted his way into the house, storming up to Giovanni and me. “Do you have any idea what it’s like for my two star witnesses to flee the country before tri
Giovanni POV: I should have realized the effect of having her in my home. Seeing her cook with my mother, watching her dote on my younger cousins, helping their mothers and fathers wrangle them around the boat. Watching her and Becca gossip and plan outings, even seeing her stare down my father as he criticized our plan. She wasn’t afraid of him, she wasn’t even intimidated. She looked him dead in the eyes and stated her beliefs. I thought it would be a good thing to see her with my family at least once to imagine what it could be like. Instead, it filled me with an overwhelming dread. She fit perfectly, it was like we were made for each other, every fast set of our lives, interlocking like pieces in a puzzle. How are we supposed to return home after this? How was I supposed to put her back in that fight, knowing how beautiful life could be? I was a fool to bring her here. So when I drove to the coast after the fight with my father, and I looked at her, I had to ask, I had to kn
Arianna POV: We spent the day playing games, the children laughing and giggling as they ran around on board. Chess games are being played, and books being read. Becca and I talked about what happened after she left. She still hadn’t forgiven Gio and Luca for sending her home while she was unconscious from healing. Having met her mother, though, I knew she understood they didn’t have much of a choice. The sun started setting, and we sadly made our way back towards the coast. Red-cheeked and satisfied from a day onboard, we all settled into the cars again. My mind went back to what Agnes’s told me about Giovanni, and as he held my hand passing through his hometown town I couldn’t help but wonder what type of man he would have been. Would we have met? Would he be softer? Would he still care for the blonde-haired bombshells that dotted his past? Would he be happier? I couldn’t help my mind from thinking of him smiling brightly as he drove some pretty thing up the Riviera, not a care i
Arianna POV:The next day, we headed out onto the boat piling on with baskets overflowing with blankets and pillows, wine bottles, meats and cheeses, and bread. I stopped onto the boat with Gio helping me aboard, and he began to show me around. “This is the top deck where we spend most of our time,” He explained. Comfy seats and benches lined the top of the ship, large enough for the whole family to sit and eat and relax together. “My mother wanted it so that no one felt left out,” He grinned. His mother began by fluffing out all of the blankets and coats, and her sisters went downstairs to unload all the food. Becca and Luca joined their cousins in readying the ship. Once again, I was struck with how much this family spent time together and how happily they moved around with each other. His father boarded the ship and entered the captain seat, not speaking or looking at anyone, sitting down with a canister of coffee and a newspaper or two. They all had their roles, but they loved
Arianna POV: We stopped for lunch at a little bistro, much like back in America they were heavily involved in helping businesses in their town. The owner came out and greeted Giovanni and Luca, snapping his fingers to get us a better table and the finest wine they had. I rolled my eyes as Gio winked and pulled out my chair for me, he knew damn well it wasn’t his connections that made me interested in him. Once again, the blonde from the store flashed into my mind. Did he, though? She was fawning over him so intently, praising him a cooing his name. I had never been a woman to constantly stroke her man's ego. I shook my head, removing the thought from my mind. No, I won’t do this. He’s taken me home to his family, he’s showing me the place he grew up. I won’t begin second-guessing now, not when we’ve faced demons together. As if reading my mind, he held my hand as if it was second nature, kissing it before answering a question Luca had asked him. He explained to me his favorites on
Arianna POV: “Let me take you out today to show you the town.” he grinned as we went downstairs to breakfast. I nodded happily at the thought of running around town with him, seeing everywhere he grew up. The places that he hung around as a child with Luca and his brother. I wanted to see the town that helped him grow into who he is, all the little memories dotted around shops and cafes. “Gio?” his mother called. “You going out?” she pouted for a moment before walking into the kitchen and then handing him a list. “Get me this, please.” She kissed the top of his head and patting his shoulder She patted the empty seat next to Giovanni for me to sit in, “Come on dear, I’ve got fresh fruit and pastries,” she gestured to the pile of breads on the table. “Mama, who is going to eat all of this?” he asked, going over the list. She scoffed and turned to him. “You and Luca have emptied my pantry before. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re capable of get me my food,” SHe scolded him, wav
Giovanni POV: I felt horrible the way she was sitting back in her chair, absentmindedly smiling as she looked around the room. My mother guided her up to my old room for me while we sat there finishing the meal. She followed a long like a child dead to the world around her. I thought once she knew we were going somewhere safe she’d relax, but it seemed meeting my family was very important to her. I tried not to grin at the thought that she cared that much for me. My mood soured though as I watched her leave and then turned to my father, he stared at me with a discerning look. I wanted to roll my eyes, but I knew that would only antagonize him. I was sure he’d tell me what was wrong with her soon enough, and I would ignore all of it. If he knew anything he would know there was no turning back for me, I had damned myself in his name to avenge my brother, now that an angel has swopped in to save me he is upset. “She's beautiful,” He commented. I didn’t say a word in response, waitin
Arianna POV: His father rose from his seat and set down his paper, I could see what his mother meant; they were similar. He had the same wide shoulders and strong jaw Giovanni had and the same nose, but Giovanni’s eyes were his mother's. If I wanted to see what he looked like thirty years later, it was at the other end of the table, salt and pepper hair, some wrinkles here and there, but still strong. The two men stood at opposite ends of the room like monoliths, refusing to bow to the other. One wanting the respect he’d earned, the other the respect he’d deserved, I sighed softly to myself. It wasn’t just looks that they were identical on; I stepped down the stairs and past Giovanni. “SIgnore Risci, thank you for welcoming me into you, especially given the circumstances,” I walked over holding out my hand. His father cocked his head to the side as he considered me for a moment, taking my hand and kissing it. “Oh, I see why my son has overlooked your past.” He looked at Giovanni,
Arianna POV: I didn’t find a wink of sleep the whole flight, my mind racing with the possibilities. I had never met the parents before, let alone a whole family. Even if I had I knew in my bones it wouldn’t be the same as it was now, my heart would flutter, my mind wouldn’t race, my palms wouldn’t be slick. Luca and Giovanni were both asleep, heads slunk to the side in the same manner. I wondered if Giovanni’s brother had done the same. I wondered if he looked more like his father or his mother, who he acted more like. I wondered if his family would begrudge me mine or if they understood my past. I was even more on edge by the time we got off the plane as I was sure I looked a mess, from the bitter cold of an east coast winter we stepped into the cool warmth of the mediterranean. I felt as if I dragged in the sludge and sleet with me, my eyes looking more akin to a racoons and less human. The one bright spot waited for me as we stepped down from our flight. “Arianna!” Becca excla