CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-NINE: Natalia's POV: The guards took her out kicking and screaming. Soon, her shrill screams died out and the room fell quiet. Too quiet. The tension and unspoken words hung heavy in the air like the stench of cow dung.Soon, Enzo saw himself out of Carlo's office, muttering something about being needed in the hospital and I vaguely recalled myself replying as I watched my heart broken man standing rooted to a spot, unmoving….I'd never seen him like this. It made me sad.Luca stood off to the side, probably hoping he was invisible—he looked so small in my eyes it was painful. I think—know—they really needed to talk…What Angela did was unacceptable!When Luca's bloodshot eyes met mine, a sad smile stretched my lips and I urged with a slight movement of my head for him to speak to his father… They both needed it…Luca seemed to contemplate, the fear in his eyes was too sad to look at. I didn't even care that he'd hurt me in the past, he was hurting way
Natalia’s POV:My heart thumped rapidly against my chest, each beat echoing in my ears as I shoved a hoodie into my duffel bag. Sweat beaded on my forehead with each fast movement I made. I needed to escape. It was now or never. BANG!!My heart skipped a beat as a shiver ran down my spine at the sound of the living room door being slammed. I knew what the sound was, it was HIM again. No doubt already drunk even though the day was just starting. Quickly, I pushed my little sister, Ava, into the closet. “Don’t come out until I come to get you, okay?” She nodded, her big brown eyes glistened with tears as the fear on her face mirrored mine. I placed a kiss on her forehead. “I won't let him hurt you. I promise.” Liar, you can't even protect yourself. The voice in my head mocked and I squashed it, shutting the closet door, and headed for the living room as my heart raced with a familiar dread. He wasn't supposed to be home, he was usually off at some bar drinking until evening. So
Natalia’s POV:“You… you can’t do that!” I spat as my mind raced wildly. The man’s index finger curled around the trigger. “You underestimate me, piccolina.” His deep voice was cold and void of any emotion. My blood ran cold as I broke out in cold sweat. I was glued to a spot.Torn between wanting to agree and disagree. Just moments ago I could almost taste my freedom and dreams. I worked my butt off for years to be awarded a fully funded scholarship. Everyone else was going off to college in a few weeks. I couldn't possibly follow a stranger across the continent to get married. War raged inside me at his threat. I can’t let this man ruin everything for me. I won’t back down. I have to call the cops. As if dad heard my thoughts. “Na… Natalia…” Dad breathed as tears rolled down his cheeks.“Plea… please do as he says. Don Carlo’s going to kill me if you don't.”Don Carlo? My heart squeezed painfully at his plea. He might have been an asshole to me all my life but he was still my f
Natalia’s POV:It’s all my fault… I caused this… Why didn’t I follow them? Instead, I thought I could outsmart them and I was wrong. So terribly wrong. Tears blurred my vision as every fight I had in me melted away. I turned to Carlo, the devil in human form. “I’ll come with you,” I said in a soft plea. “I’ll do anything! Please.”My eyes turned back to where Ava stood in front of the black van, tears streaming down her cheeks as her brown gaze locked with mine. A man stood behind her, his left hand closed her mouth, muffling her screams while his right held a dagger against her neck. How could they do that to a child?! I yanked my arm from his hold and dropped to my knees, clasping my hands in front of me. “Please, don’t do this… please!”His gray-blue eyes studied me, they were expressionless and I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. With each second that passed, my anxiety heightened. Carlo made eye contact with the man holding Ava and he let her go. Like lightning, Ava dashe
Carlo’s POV:Death had a smell.Tears, blood, sweat, and fear…I glanced back at the traitor—Marco’s limp body being chained to a chair. In my world, disloyalty and lies were deadly sins. The only way to punish traitors for such an unforgivable sin was death. “Wake the stronzo up,” I growled. “Sure thing, Capo,” Enzo, my cousin and right-hand man answered as he moved to Marco, striking him hard across the face and he jerked awake. Marco’s left eye was ballooned shut, his lip split, and his cheek already bruising. Marco had been working for me for over ten years, yet he betrayed me. The fucker knew how much I hated traitors and yet.“You know what happens to men like you, don't you?” I asked, my voice hard and cold. “Don Carlo, please…please don’t do this. I’m sorry. I was desperate, he had my family,” he cried as snot dripped down his broken nose. If he was desperate, he could have come to me for help. But no, the fucker took the easier way out. He stole from me and sold informa
Natalia’s POV:I shouldn’t have opened the envelope…My knees buckled, and I collapsed onto the floor, the envelope crinkled under my grip as my hands trembled. Suddenly, the room felt too little and it felt like my lungs could no longer function as I struggled to breathe. This can’t be true—A rattling sound behind the door had me scrambling to my feet as I wiped my eyes. Quickly, I hid the envelope and its contents in my duffel bag, stuffing the rest of my things back inside my bag. I couldn't let anyone find me in this state.The door swung open, and I expected it to be Carlo. But at the door stood an elderly lady and a young woman who held a tray of food and juice.I frowned. “Who are you?”“Ciao, bella. How are you?” The older lady asked, ignoring my question. “Let’s get you freshened up and changed into something—”“Who are you?” I asked again. The older lady’s eyes softened as she sighed. She gestured to the younger lady. “This is Vittoria, she will serve you. She’s your maid—
CHAPTER SIXCarlo’s POVStunned. That was my first reaction.A throbbing pain shot through my skull, and I could feel the warm trickle of blood mixing with wine, running down my face.For a moment, everything froze. I took in the woman in front of me, the one who'd dared to hit me, her face had gone pale and her eyes wide with horror. I blinked as my vision swam.My men—brutal, ruthless men—stood like statues. Equally stunned speechless. Eyes wide, jaws slacked. In seconds, shock morphed into blinding fury, it boiled inside me, I could suffocate from it. She had just disrespected me , in front of my men.Drew blood from my head and made me look weak.Almost in the same breath, Enzo—my right hand man—moved first. His face twisted with rage as he lunged for her, grabbing her arms as he pressed the barrel of his hand gun against her temple. Natalia let out a sharp gasp. “Enzo, don't!” Caterina yelled. I wiped the blood from my face. “Easy, Enzo,” I said calmly despite the rage brewi
Natalia's POV: His face was awfully familiar—sharp jawline, strong cheekbones, that same dark, silky hair. So similar, yet, different. He was much younger—around my age. There was concern in his golden green eyes, not cruelty like a certain someone’s bluish-grey ones. He began walking with me in his arms, my own arms wrapped securely around his neck. “I’m Luca,” He said. “I’m sorry about my father, he can be an asshole sometimes.”Father…? Then it clicked, the resemblance… “You’re Carlo’s son!” My throat felt tight.His eyes widened slightly, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “Okay, no one calls father, ‘Carlo’ well, except great-aunt. Yes, I’m his son.”I shoved against his chest. “Put me down!” “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” his voice was a gentle whisper. “I’m not going to hurt you.”I doubt that. “Let me go!” I said through my clattering teeth. “I can walk.”Instead, his arms tightened around me. “I can’t, you were literally catatonic when I found you. I don’t think you’re okay.”I
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-NINE: Natalia's POV: The guards took her out kicking and screaming. Soon, her shrill screams died out and the room fell quiet. Too quiet. The tension and unspoken words hung heavy in the air like the stench of cow dung.Soon, Enzo saw himself out of Carlo's office, muttering something about being needed in the hospital and I vaguely recalled myself replying as I watched my heart broken man standing rooted to a spot, unmoving….I'd never seen him like this. It made me sad.Luca stood off to the side, probably hoping he was invisible—he looked so small in my eyes it was painful. I think—know—they really needed to talk…What Angela did was unacceptable!When Luca's bloodshot eyes met mine, a sad smile stretched my lips and I urged with a slight movement of my head for him to speak to his father… They both needed it…Luca seemed to contemplate, the fear in his eyes was too sad to look at. I didn't even care that he'd hurt me in the past, he was hurting way
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-EIGHT:Natalia's POV: You know those moments when it feels like you're dreaming but you're sure you're wide awake… or like in movies where the actors are like dumbstruck or something…?All that paled in comparison to how I was feeling. It made no sense… Angela? Angela turning out to be the one who shot my father was crazy. I told her things about me, confided in her… she knew just how much I'd longed to see my own parents…. It hurt, it really fucking did.I almost couldn't breathe as my chest tightened.My nose tingled as I blinked back tears. Seeing my dad hanging on by barely a thread made me miserable, it had torn me and now, knowing it was my friend who'd done it….Did she know he was my father?She had to. Sure, she had been distracted while nursing Rueben back to health but there was no way zia hadn't told her or she hadn't heard gossip from the maids from all the times Gianpaolo and Carlo had fought over me since the discovery.She knew and she
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-SEVEN: Angela's POV:I'm furious. Enraged.Livid.Whatever. You fucking name it!Luca. Foolish, naive, insecure, Luca. Out bested me, outsmarted me…. Ruined my plans. Years and years worth of plans, hardwork, blood and sweat down the drain and all because of that bloody fool!!!But it seemed like it was all worth it in the end if the expression on Carlo's face was any indication. His powerful hand pressed down even more tighter ony wind pipe, robbing me of air, my eyes water and stung. My lungs burned and felt too big for my chest as I struggled. Everything hurt but the pained expression on Carlo's face made it hurt less.A little reward. But still a reward.For years, I'd wanted him on his knees before me, right before I take his life but who knew a man didn't have to kneel to look so… broken, so hurt and mad with anger. I could die like this…. I didn't want to. I still want my revenge but if it was time for me to go, I'd do it. Wherever Alessandro
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-SIX: Carlo's POV: While paying close attention to Luca, I almost missed two of my guards standing on the other side of the room, each of either side of a kneeling Angela. She had her arms behind her and her lips sealed shut with a tape.My first reaction was anger.Why on earth was she being manhandled this way? And where the fuck was her wheelchair?I dragged my attention back to Enzo. “What is the meaning of this?” I snapped at the same time Natalia, gasped…“She can kneel…” That made my brain stop for a brief second and my narrowed eyes were on Natalia. Of course everyone could see Angela was kneeling— Wait….“She told me she was paraplegic,” Natalia voiced the thought that rang in my head at the sudden realization.My eyes darted from Angela to Enzo and back to Angela. My stomach felt cold, tight, way too tight for comfort… “Take the tape off her mouth,” I ordered and one of the men moved to obey. “Angela, explain yourself, what's going on?”Silen
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-FIVE:Carlo's POV: 4:16 PMI squinted at my screen, blinking sleep away as I rose to a sitting position careful not to wake Natalia up.Alarm bells went off in my head as I realized what had woken me up; A series of phone calls and texts from Enzo. That could mean only one thing. Trouble.Frowning, I unlocked my phone and scrolled through his messages. Enzo: I've been trying to call you. Enzo: This is frustrating. You usually wake up as soon as your phone rings.Well, he wasn't wrong about that but Natalia had cried for hours—an exaggeration but you get the point. And she'd been so sad it had taken longer than expected to get her to sleep but at least she was eating so that's a win… Bottom line…. I was exhausted.I kept scrolling…Enzo: So I've tried calling Diablo to come get you and he just told me you gave an order to not wake Natalia up. This is fucking serious, Carlo.I exhaled deeply, rubbing the bridge of my nose. I needed her to rest, that was
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-FOUR: Luca's POV: FLASHBACK..THE PREVIOUS DAY…Taking my phone out, I typed out one last text message and I hit send.I stared at the text I'd just sent to Enzo.Me: I know who shot Gianpaolo. Call me.As I waited for a reply or his call, I had time to reflect on my decision. There was no going back now. I thought as I drove back home.I was being fooled by Angela and it had to stop. I loved her. I really did but I know better now…She didn't love me. Not one bit.I was nothing but a tool and yes, years ago, when it all started, I knew our relationship was forbidden but something about the genuine love and care she'd shown me made me say, ‘fuck it.’ There was a time where I thought only she understood me. That her love was special. Sure, papà loved me, zia too but with Angela, it had been different. I'd shared my problems with her and she'd done the same. She'd told me the story about her mother's death and I really wanted to make amends, for her s
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-THREE: Luca's POV: She barely had time to register what was going on as both men bound her arms at her back and she spat at Enzo. “You slimy bastard! You could have just killed me!” He shrugged, shoving his gun back into his pocket. “I already told you,” he smiled cruelly. “Death for you, is mercy. When Carlo hears about everything Luca and I have to say to him? It's going to be so much fun.”“Fuck you!” He jutted his chin. “Take her to the car.” “Yes, boss.”“Fucking bastards!” She yelled, kicking her feet as the men held on to her tightly. “Spineless piece of shit, Luca!” I felt my heart squeezed. But it was okay. I was okay.I did the right thing.I DID THE RIGHT THING.So why does it hurt?“...That's why I never loved you!! Never man enough!! Never ever useful!!! Too weak! Too pathetic! Too—”“You're disgusting, Angela,” Enzo cut her insults off. “You're the pathetic one, Angela. He was a fucking child!!” He barked and I flinched, clamping my l
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-TWO:Luca's POV:The look on her face was almost comical if the situation wasn't already crazy.She looked beyond shocked, disbelief written on her face and it just showed how little she rated me. Well, not anymore.It hurt, I wouldn't lie. It does but fuck it.In seconds, she schooled her features, putting on that mastery art of hers… “Sir, I think you have me mistaken, I'm not Angela,” she tried to give a sign, her eyes pleading with mine as a fake smile stretched her lips. “And if you'll excuse me, I have other patients to attend to.” She tried to move but Enzo stepped forward. “Take off that bloody wig, bitch!!” His voice was a deep, dangerous command, at this point, he didn't need to pull out a gun to inflict fear… His aura was enough.But then, Angela was no easy opponent. Of course, she didn't back down, she kept that smile still in place her eyes darting between Enzo and I like we were crazy.“I'm sorry,” she let out a small laugh. “Why am I being
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-ONE: Angela's POV: The closer I got to VIP ward 305, the more the pounding of my heart increased.It was now or never.This was dangerous. I knew that but it was worth the risk. I knew to expect at least at least a guard or three surrounding his room but I wasn't trained in martial arts for the sake of it and I could be sly as fuck. What's a bunch of guards that I couldn't take on?Hopefully, it doesn't get to that and I wouldn't be needing to fight. I was in a nurse's attire, hopefully, I'm unrecognized. Even my eyes were brown, instead of blue. It should work.Turns out, Gianpaolo's room wasn't just along the others in the hallway, you had to take a turn, just a bit by the right.Wow.They must have really wanted him safe, I scoffed to myself.Just as I turned right and noticed the room, there on the mini waiting chair was a guard who looked tired from fighting sleep but awake. To his left were three cups of coffee, leftover food—he wasn't alone.Where