LOGINAVELINA’S POV.
The Rossi mansion is never quiet, yet is looks and feels dead inside.
The morning after the dinner, staff moves around with their head bowed and their eyes fixed on the floor without daring to look at me.
The sounds of footsteps reminds me of my home. A home that I was stripped away from after my father’s death.
I walk towards the window. The sun rises over Florence. The city was alive. I kept thinking of my father and his words telling me not to trust anybody that is not family.
A knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts. It is the same maid, with her gentle and nervous nature.
“The Don left for the city today, and he wants you to know he won’t be back till evening.” She says not daring to look at me.
“That is nice, I can finally breathe fresh air.” I say in excitement.
“Can i go into every room in this house”? I asked with my eyes lighting up.
“You can’t go into all the rooms in the mansion” She says after much hesitation.
I smiled at her faintly. “But that is exactly where I want to go into”.
From the look on the maid’s face I could tell she was terrified but she doesn’t dare to question or stop me. After she leaves the room I slipped my shoes on and step into the hall.
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From the inside you could tell the mansion was bigger than it was outside. I walk past picture frames of past Rossi men hung up on the wall. I finally stumped upon a picture different from the rest. It was signed at the bottom ENZO ROSSI.
Allessandro’s older brother.
My father was killed because he died. And he is the reason i am married to a monster.
I cleaned the dust off the frame with my dress. He had same eyes as Allessandro and i guess he is as tall too. But his smile seems softer.
I thought to myself: Did my father actually kill him? or that is what Allessandro wants me to believe.
Before i could think further, i heard voices from the other room.
“Are these the shipment we were expecting from Germany.?” A voice asked.
“Yes it is.” Another replies.
“Take them to the basement. I will come handle it shortly.” It was Emilio this time. Allessandro’s right hand man.
I quickly close the door behind me and duck under the table. It was the Rossi’s study. The shelf is covered with dust and i doubt if anybody has been in here in years.
Curiosity takes the best of me as i start to open the drawers and go through contents. It was filled with files and each of those files was labelled with numbers and names. A letter drops from out of one of the files i held. I pick it up to read the content.
The letter was handwritten by Enzo Rossi to my father. But i guess it was never delivered.
Don Marco,
We all know there would be no peace under one side surrenders. But when this war is over please promise me you will keep her out of our mess.
-E.R.
I felt a sharp pain in my chest.
Why was Enzo writing to my father? Were they friends? Who was the “her”?
Before i could complete my thoughts, the door flings open and Allessandro stands at the doorway.
For a moment neither of us moves. His eyes turns to the opened drawers and then to the letter in my hand.
“I see you have made yourself comfortable.”
“You had left the door open” I quickly say.
“Not for you to snoop through.”
He slowly steps inside and close the door behind him. He was calm but i could tell his calmness was worse than anger.
“Can you tell me what it is you were looking for, Avelina.?
“I need answers because you are clearly hiding something from me.” I responded.
“You shouldn’t be in here.” He says walking towards me.
“I know. But if you wanted an obedient wife then i am the wrong woman for you.”
“I can see that now.” He said.
He stretches his hands towards mine and takes back the letter. His fingers brushes mine. I could feel a spark that sent shivers down my spine.
“Where did you get this letter from.?” He demands staring into my soul.
“It fell out of one of the files from the drawer,” I shoot back at him. “You didn’t know you had to destroy everything that had to do with my father before marrying his daughter?”
He clenches his jaw. “You act like you know everything.”
“I know enough to know you killed my father. And i also know my father didn’t kill your brother, did he?”
He doesn’t look at me.
The silence could be felt in the mansion.
My voice breaks. “Then who did it? Why was my father framed?” I asked demanding answers.
He looks up, staring into my eyes.
“Go to your room right now.” He says backing orders at me.
“I wouldn’t until you give me answers.”
He walks slowly across the desk until he stands in front of me. “Disobedience will lead you to dangerous parts, Avelina.”
“The day you took my father i stopped caring.”
For a moment he doesn’t say anything. “You should be careful and think things through.”
He says leaving the room whilst slamming the door behind him.
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By nighttime i find it difficult to sleep.
The words on the letter still rings in my head.
We all know there would be no peace under one side surrenders. But when this war is over please promise me you will keep her out of our mess.
Who was he referring to?
I stand up and turn on the light.
I step out of the room, the guards bow without looking at my face. The mansion feels stuffy like someone was watching me.
I head downstairs where the maid lead me to a room and hands me a tray. “The Don ask i serve you dinner here today.”
I thank her, still lost in thought. “Does the Don ever talk about his brother?” I asked.
She freezes in her place. “ We do not speak of him.”
“Why not.?” Now inquisitive.
“Because we do not want to remember.” She says as she walks away.
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By afternoon the rain starts. The sky turns grey as thunder cracks over the city. I walk towards the hall, going over every portrait until i reach Enzo’s.
Something felt different this time. There was a hidden compartment. I pulled the panel open and there was a faded photograph. Two boys and a girl standing side by side – Enzo, Allessandro and me. I could barely catch my breath.
I can barely remember this say but i should have been like four or five.
Enzo.
He was there and his hand is over my shoulder.
If they had known me then... they weren’t my father’s enemies after all.
The door creaks open and there he was standing. Allessandro.
His voice low. “You are making this a habit. Going into places you are not supposed to be seen in.”
I turn to face him. “Why didn’t you tell me you knew my father.? Your brother did too and also wrote him a later.”
He slowly exhales. “You shouldn’t have found out about this.”
“But I found out.”
“Avelina.” He calls my name. “You wouldn’t understand.”
“Then you have to make me understand.” I said staring at him.
“Searching for the truth wouldn’t save you.”
‘I do not need your protection, Allessandro.” I shoot back at him.
He walks towards me and takes my hand. “You are not ready for the truth Avelina. If you keep searching you will get hurt.”
“Let go of my hand.” I said pulling myself away from him.
“Not until you listen to me.” He says still holding tight.
“I did not kill your father. But if you do not stop digging the people that kill him will come for you and this time they won’t miss.” He said finally letting go of me.
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Before laying on the bed at night, I hide the photo under my pillow.
The rain had stopped and the storm is calm but i wasn’t as my inside begins to burn.
If Allessandro didn’t kill my father then who did? Maybe another close rival.
For the first time since i came to the Rossi mansion i felt a sense of purpose – To look foor my father’s killers.
I stand up from the bed and walk towards the window, watching the city of Florence glitter as the moon shines over it.
“I need to get to the bottom of this.” I say in a whisper. “I need to know everything.
AVELINA’S POVThe cellar is colder than usual. I step out, the night air hitting my face. The guards didn’t realize i had sneaked out as they were busy arguing amongst themselves about the latest update and Allessandro’s fate.I walked through the garden and into the forest behind the house,The fog follows me like a thought i can’t seem to set down.Orlando’s compound is in ruin. Two of his men take my coat and walk me through the door where Orlando sits in low light, whiskey in one hand and a pistol in the other.His smile was broader than a man who just won the lottery. “So the devil’s bride accepted my invitation after all. You must be hungry for the truth.” He says, taking a sip from his glass. “Are you been brave or just stupid?”“I came to know the truth. Not to be mocked.” I say trying to steady my voice. “Why did you send me letters? If you want war you could send that to my husband.”“That would have been too easy, Avelina.” He says with laughter. “I derive pleasure in watch
AVELINA’S POVIt’s been hours and Allessandro is yet to return.The house is not the same as the guards start to whisper. Their hands dancing on their weapons.I stare out my window. Holding tight to the letter i had gotten from Allessandro’s office when i sneaked in during the attack. It has by name boldly written on it by Orlando.AVELINAYour father made a deal with the devil.And now the devil wants his due.Come find me, and I’ll tell you the truth he died to hide.— O.R.Attached to the letter was a photo of my father, shaking hands with Enzo. Allessandro beside them, younger but recognizable.A part of me believes Allessandro is not coming back, but the other part seems to think better. I walk downstairs, notice Emilio, pacing back and forth, pale from blood loss but yet refusing to rest, with his phone in hand checking every minute for a message from his boss.Men like Allessandro never walk into battles expecting to return.I’ve paced the living room a hundred times, staring
AVELINA’S POVThe morning sun spills through the window, landing straight on my face. The rain had stopped, but the storm in my heart is refusing to let go.I turn to the bed and notice Allessandro is still asleep or at least pretending to be in bed. His shoulder was still bandaged. He looks peaceful sleeping, his beautiful body gawking at me. I wish I could hate him, but i am tempted to go to bed and cuddle him instead.I get up quietly from the chair i had slept in, walk towards the bed and knelt before him caressing the face of the man who held me a prisoner.Why do i feel an electric pull towards him?The house is empty as Emilio is yet to return, leaving me and my captor in it.I walk towards the window, staring at the garden as the world beyond it calls my name. There is a road there and a temptation to start over. But what kind of person would i be leaving an injured man alone? A man who risked his life to save mine.But freedom feels heavier than I expected.If I leave, I’m fr
Avelina’s POVThe storm is over, but the house still smells of gun powder and fear. I sit by Allessandro’s side watching him as he tosses on the bed. His breathing going against him as he tries to sleep. The bandage on his shoulder is mixed with blood, showing evidence he has been shot. My eyes are fixed on the spot as it reminds me of when he stepped in, taking the bullet that actually met for me. He took a bullet for me. This is the second time.The thought of him being my savor plays over and over again in my head.Without thinking, i reach out, placing my hand on his head. He stirs in his sleep but doesn’t wake up. He feels warm, maybe coming down with a fever or from the gunshot wound.“Why would you risk your life for me, Allessandro? You are supposed to hate me for my father’s wrong deeds,” I whisper under my breath.He doesn’t say a word. But i noticed a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. My chest tightens hoping he didn’t hear me. I quickly take my hands back as
ALLESSANDRO’S POVIt is a stormy morning. The safe house lingers like a secret waiting to be broken into.I haven’t slept all night. My head aches from the whiskey i drank all night and my throat burns.Avelina’s words still linger in my head.Avelina’s voice still echoes in my head.Why do i feel like a secret you need to hide, Allessandro.? She doesn’t seem to understand I am doing all this for her protection. She can’t understand. Even if she did, she will hate me more than she does right now.The storm I feel in my heart has died down. I still see her face whenever I close my eyes. Beautiful, untouchable, pretty eyes and all.Emilio enters. I could hear his footsteps from miles away as he disrupts my thoughts. He knows not to speak up until I speak first.“What news do you have for me?” I asked, not bothering to look up at him.“Orlando is preparing to attack. We traced his accounts and found out he ordered guns from Germany. The shipment arrived last night under his name,” he sa
AVELINA’S POVMorning comes soon.The house still smells of dust. I sit up on my bed as the morning sun shines into my room from the window. Sometimes at night I hear the footsteps of someone pacing and other nights i hear nothing.I take my father's ring from the nightstand and slip it onto my finger. The only reminders of him. I miss my father and the home that didn't feel like a trap. Now i have no idea who to trust. Not Allessandro who promised to protect me or Emilio, his right-hand man.I pop into the bathroom to freshen up and head downstairs.I hear faint murmurs coming from the room nearby. I should keep walking, but something in the tone makes me pause.“…she doesn’t know what he did,” a man says. “If she finds out, it’s over.”“She won’t,” another voice replies. “He’ll never tell her the old man sold him out.”My pulse pounds in her ears. Sold him out? My father? I step away before they can see me, my mind spinning. I had always believed my father was loyal to the family —







