MY LECTURER, MY LOVER, MY MAFIA RIVAL

MariannaMy black hair tripped over my face as I carefully walked into the already filled class with my head bent downwards. I held my books firmly to my chest and avoided the lecturer's eyes."Miss Marianna," the lecturer's voice halted my steps. Turning my back slowly, I brushed my hair backwards to face him."Yes Mr Alceo?"He removed his glasses from his eyes, burning his stares into my skin."What time does it say on your watch?""I'm sorry Mr Alceo, I had some things which kept me late," I bit my lower lips, the memories from last night which made me late flashed through my head. "Fine, don't let it repeat itself. I'm not very tolerant of late coming, go have your seat," he said, moving on with his lecture.I settled in my chair, in the far corner of the class. The class went by so quickly and I could barely grasp what he was teaching. My attention was returned back to earth when the class became rowdy, the other students stood up, dropping the assignment he asked for. I reache

Marianna"Papa," I jumped from the bed still holding the blanket that covered my nudity. "It's not what you think, I can explain.""Alright then, I'll give you a benefit of doubt. What exactly is going on?""Papa, this is the man I'm in love with. I don't want to marry whoever you choose for me, I want to live my own life. Mama would have wanted that," I purposely brought my mother into the issue, knowing fully well how much he loved and cherished her.I saw my father's face taken aback with pain, I could bet that memories upon memories were busy swimming in his head."You don't know what your mother would have wanted," he said between gritted teeth and I knew that I had crossed the lines. He faced the guards. "Take him, I need to teach him a lesson of not messing with Del Vecchio's daughter."I gripped my father's clothes tightly, my tears were flowing freely by then."He didn't do anything to me papa, it was all me. I lured him to bed," I couldn't live with knowing how much pain my

MariannaThe deafening sound from the gun had me wondering who was shot again. I swiftly turned around and I saw my father, still standing with the gun pointed at Alceo. He had fallen with his back to my father's feet.I raced down from the step, in twos, trying to get to the last landing quickly."Nooooo, Al," I shouted on top of my voice, running towards him, not caring about the commotion that was happening at that point.I reached his body and met the beautiful blue eyes that I had always fallen in love with, sealed shut."Al, please don't do this to me. I love you, please wake up. I believe everything you say," I took his face in my hand and immersed my pajamas in a pool of his blood. At intervals, I kept tapping his face, pleading with him to wake up.I zoned out from the room, my tears made a huge mess on Alceo's face, the flying bullets and gunshots made no difference to me. I buried my face in his body and sobbed loudly, begging him to wake up if it was a dream. In less than

Javier It's been a few days since I went to check up on Maria. The house has been doing a lot of work for the past few months, cleaning up the entire mess the Russians created and making sure the police are not involved. Knowing how much I desired Santo's position, if they ever found out that Maria was still alive, they'd never transfer the properties to me. She had been throwing up lately and lost a lot of weight. Her beautiful face now drooped, her glowing skin faded. The only thing she does to me now irritates me. Deciding to find out why she was throwing up so much lately, I drew a portion of her blood without her knowledge. Taking it to the lab, it was confirmed that she was pregnant. I could feel myself tear into 2 mentally and emotionally. Not now that I sought a greater purpose, a child is coming into the picture. The child of the enemy at that. Determined to clear anyone who stood in my way, I made up my mind to kill that thing sprouting inside her. I found my way home a

Javier The entire house went still for a moment, it felt like I could see what they were thinking. It was a sad period for them, not me. "That is a very heavy accusation on the Russians. They are our rivals doesn't mean that every Italian being killed is from the Russians," my father said. My anger boiled from the depths of my stomach, he was supposed to be supporting me but he had the guts to be putting out a word of hope for the Russians. "Dear father," I bowed. "Before Santo was killed by the Russians, we knew that Marianna was in an affair with the son of the Russian leader, Alceo Romanov. I think her death was a form of revenge knowing that Alceo was killed that day too." I muttered a prayer under my breath that all my explanations would be bought. "Since we all know that the late Santo Del Vecchio wedded you to his daughter before she died, it is your turn to sit on the chair," the forefather said after a long silence. "The Del Vecchios properties will be transferred to yo