Pov: BiancaIt shocked me how quickly the club changed from its bright, glittery aesthetics to something that belonged in a horror movie the deeper we went into the building. There were men in black lining the hallways with hardened gazes and the darkness of the Cosa Nostra in their eyes.They straightened up as Andre walked past them. It was obvious that they not only feared him, they revered him. These men would shoot themselves in the head if Andre ordered them to, and just knowing that I was getting married to a man that commanded such power was overwhelming.Andre walked with such power and authority ahead of me, with a cold, dark and quiet sort of grace that had the entire temperature of the hallway dropping by a few degrees. We had been walking together but it was so much easier to slip a few steps behind him and admire the view. I focused on the way his broad shoulders stretched the perfectly tailored Armani suit, his strides confident and powerful. He radiated so much power
Pov: Bianca My uncle. The man behind memories of my past I'd rather bury and never think of. The monster waiting for me in the dark whenever I retire to my bed. The man that hit and slapped me whenever I cried too much, whenever I couldn't make him come. The creature behind all my nightmares and night terrors... This man started bawling like a baby. His entire body racked with sobs and he was shaking his head and murmuring his apology. Tears spilled down his dirty cheeks, snort and blood slid out of his nose. I'd never seen him so degraded, helpless, so out of his element. I liked the sight of him like this more than I'd let on. With the knife in his hands, Andre reached up and slashed off the bonds at my uncle's wrists. My uncle's feet hadn't even touched the ground before Andre swiped his feet from underneath him. I watched as my uncle fell on his stomach, hitting the ground hard, too weak to break his fall. He let out a groan, still sobbing profusely. "What's your dominant a
Pov: BiancaIn my usual careless fashion, I forgot the way to Andre's office and walked into the first door I found.I sat on the desk, my hands trembling in my laps.I did it.It's done.Breath taking relief and gut wrenching guilt were fighting a war in the pit of my soul. I tried taking deep breaths but ended up hyperventilating.After a few minutes, the door pushed open and Andre walked in.He must have taken a shower because his hair was wet and slicked back and he was wearing a black dress shirt, instead of the white one he stepped out with.The look on his face was hard to read, hardly any emotion swirled in his black orbs. I dropped my gaze and looked at my hands that were still trembling in my lap.He let out a sigh and walked over to me. I didn't look up, even when he was right in front of me, his Tom Fords coming into view."Look at me," he ordered, and unable to resist him, I did.His gaze softened. His right hand came up to cup my cheek, his thumb stroking my cheek soft
Pov: AndreIt was practically impossible to get any work done with Bianca so close to me in my space, breathing my air.It had been a long day, checking on my shipments of heckler and Koch submachine guns and incendiary rounds and the labs that produced my drugs. Bianca had stuck by my side, not complaining once or even looking the tiniest bit out of place. I thought she'd crumble to pieces after her first kill, but she didn't. She shed off her innocence like it was a second skin and embraced her blood stained hands.She was poise, cold, tactical... Beautiful. It was impossible not to look at her and wonder how I got so lucky that I got her to fall in love with me.We returned back to my office where we sat in silence as I checked my emails and replied to the important ones as she thumbed through her phone.I was on the phone with Alistair and once in a while, my gaze would drift over to her where she was wholly concentrated in whatever she was typing on her phone screen."I'm sendin
Pov: AndreMária had rented out an entire high end Italian restaurant for the occasion, to ensure that we would be uninterrupted during the entire discussion.She was over the top like that, and I didn't mind, seeing as it was my papa's money and I hadn't wanted to accommodate her in my office where thoughts of bending Bianca over my desk and taking her from behind seemed to resurface everytime I blinked.She donned a white fur jacket and black jumpsuit with long diamond earrings and an equally large diamond set of rings on her fingers. Her dark hair was now dyed blonde, christian dior sunshades shielded her eyes and louboutin heels clad her feet.She had been nervous cracking her knuckles when we showed, her body movement anxious and antsy."Angelo mio," she whispered, rising to her feet when we walked through the doors. She wasted no time in leaving the table to come and throw her arms around Bianca, sobbing quietly.Bianca was stiff in her mother's arms but at least she hadn't bolt
Pov: Andre"Nothing's going to happen to her. Benito knows what he's doing, we just have to let him do his job.""She saved me," she whispered, her voice detached and cold. "He aimed for my heart. She took the bullet for me."The least fucking thing she could have done in the situation, considering all the shit Bianca went through because of her negligence.But instead of ruining her train of thoughts, I pulled her close to me and pressed a lingering on her forehead.She sighed and relaxed against me, her arms going around her torso. She rested the side of her face against my chest, listening to my heartbeat. Her eyes were closed, her breathing even. I nuzzled her hair, loving how soft and sweet every inch of her felt.I had never felt peace like this even after such a dangerous situation."I'm glad it wasn't you," I said truthfully. "I don't know what I would have done if it had been you, Bianca.""Me too," she whispered after a few seconds. "I'm glad it wasn't either of us. I'd be d
Pov: AndreMy living room is one of the biggest and most lavish in Chicago, yet it felt small and cramped as the respective mafia bosses I called my allies gathered there, armed to the teeth, their expressions lethal and serious.The entire energy seemed to cackle with the electric force each of us exuded and I had never been more grateful to be part of this alliance. Leon worked on passing around the guns and weapons, with earpiece devices that doubled as a microphone so that we could communicate when we seperated into our different rides.Bianca was perched on the armrest of a couch, chewing her lip pensively, her bright green eyes were worried as they found mine.I tucked my Glock I had been double checking into my pants hostler and walked over to her, her gaze beckoning me.She rose to her feet immediately, her lip trembling. I took her chin in my thumb and forefinger, stroking her jaw. "Tesoro," I whispered. "If I don't come back–"She shook her head, a stubborn glint in her br
Pov: AndreI grabbed strapped on my armoured vest and double checked my weapons.Roma voice suddenly blared through the receiver. "Incoming, in three, two..."I turned to see the mad man standing up in his jeep, his upper body poking through the space in the roof, a rocket launcher balanced on his shoulder.He grinned hard and wide and launched the weapon, the grenade flying past us at record speed and launching itself straight into Grigori's wall, exploding immediately on contact.The ground shook at the rumble as the grenade exploded and crumbled part of the wall to pieces.I looked at Roma and he nodded a you're welcome at me, strapping his own vest and jumping out of his car."It's a good thing law enforcements have been taken care of or we'd have a hell of a time explaining what the fuck that was," Alistair grumbled into his speaker.The explosion alerted Grigori's men and in no time, they were stumbling through the wreckage, confused and disoriented. As if they hadn't been ready