Emiliana
It didn’t take us long to reach Luis who was waiting patiently out on the roadside, just on the outskirts of where Vittoria resided. Beside his black SUV, Luis stood tall and proud, with folded arms as he puffed his chest out.
Vinnie and I exited the vehicle, the convoy behind us waiting in the shadows of the dimly lit road.
While Vinnie updated Luis on the plan, and the new developments, I kicked stones beneath my feet. My thoughts drifted to Vittoria, to the arsenal that awaited us. Despite Vinnie convincing me that everything was taken care of, there was still a sliver of doubt that crept in the cracks of my thoughts.
I didn’t want them to linger too long for fear of letting it overcome me. If I didn’t pay attention to them, I wouldn’t risk
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Emiliana “What is it that you want, Emiliana?” Vittoria sneered through gritted teeth. Blood trickled down her chin and she was now sporting a bruise on her cheek. In his efforts to tie her up in a chair, Vittoria had drawn a knife out from nowhere and plunged it into Vinnie’s hand. While he was against beating the crap out of her, her attempts to harm and escape warranted a backhand. I don’t blame him. Vittoria was more than aware of how this was to go down and she was prepared. It did make me slightly fearful of the man I had come to trust and love, the man who swore to protect me. But I couldn’t let that distract me. I couldn’t let that affect when we came here to do. “Answers,” I replied, twisting her knife between my fingers. Vittoria scoffed, her distaste evident in her facial expressions.
Emiliana “No.” I shook my head and took a wary step back. “You’re lying.” Even though I said the words, they held no weight. I could see the honesty in her eyes and the way Vinnie shifted behind me told me there was no way this woman was lying. Not about this. My mind threw up all sorts of questions, all kinds of accusations, but I knew none of them would remove the fact that my father had been in contact with a Verdi. This wasn’t just any Verdi, though. This woman was once his betrothed and no amount of words could explain why these two would work together. I wanted so badly for Vittoria to be lying. The reality that my father would help the Verdi’s, in particular, Vittoria, was too much to handle. “I’m dead, whether you believe me or not, Emiliana.” She cackled and shifted in the chair that she was bound to, sneering as she watched me finally absorb her words. She was satisfied with my shock. It appeared that any proverbial knife she could stab me with, she would make sure I fel
My brain was fogged with emotions. A mixture of despair and desperation weighed me down. The few hours between Italy and Spain gave me time to think about everything that had happened. Vinnie remained silent and wary. From leaving Vittoria’s to arriving at the hangar, he hadn’t uttered a word to me. The way his eyes flitted around us, surveying, observing, thinking. He was deep in thought through the time we were suspended in flight and as much as I wanted to question where his unusual silence had blossomed from; I bit back the urge and focused on my own thoughts, my own feelings. Luis continued watching me as if held the answers to all his questions. I probably did if I wasn’t so focused on the next part of my plan. I had no idea how I was going to do it, but desperation had reached the darkest depths of my mind and with that, it had affected my rational thinking. I glanced out of the window at the sea that separated my family's heritage from Giovanni’s. My thoughts were crashes of
Emiliana “Wait for the right time,” Vinnie whispered in my ear. His words were intended to catch my attention but I was too busy focusing on Giovanni being guided out of the visitation room. My heart sank. Time spent with him felt short and it continued to feel that way every time I visited. Eventually, I caught on to what Vinnie had said and I whipped my head around so fast my neck cracked. “What the hell does that mean?” I snapped, shrugging his arm off my shoulders. My anger was already at a boiling point, and the stifling proximity of Vinnie was beginning to piss me off. Vinnie gripped my upper arm with ferocity, his brown eyes darkening even more as if he was warning me. I took the silence he was urging me to hold onto and stepped away from the table with him. I barely had one last glance at Giovanni before the door slammed behind him. I couldn’t help noticing that the month hadn’t been kind to him. He looked tired, more than usual. The man would refuse to admit anything oth
EmilianaI should have paid close attention. I should have questioned what the hell he meant. I should have realized that Vinnie and Giovanni had a plan, a way out of this. The clues were there, staring me in the face, like flashing signs. I just hadn’t seen them until it was too late.Destiny was clearly playing a sick joke on me.It was the commotion that stirred me from my bed—or lack of. I had barely stepped into the kitchen when I spotted the three police cars in the courtyard.My stomach twisted in knots and my head pounded with worry. I didn’t really know what I was expecting until I was out of the front door and watching Vinnie being handcuffed.Flashing lights filled the courtyard, men and women in crisp white shirts flitted around the vicinity.“Vinnie?” My meek voice pierced the calm atmosphere of the courtyard. I looked to my right, to where Luis stood silently with his hands clasped in front of his body. He never made a noise to demand answers, he never shifted nervously
Giovanni Freedom. It’s the sweetest thing to experience once it has been stripped away from you. Two months wasn’t long, some of my men had longer stretches than that. Some were still doing time. It happens, it comes with the line of work. But it’s something I knew Emiliana had been struggling with. Vinnie didn’t need to tell me. I could see it in her large brown eyes every time I saw her. I could hear it in her words every time we spoke. She could hold onto the lies all she wanted but I knew the truth. Emiliana was struggling. I paced my grim cell. My anticipation rattled my nerves. As much as I hated the thought of Vinnie taking my place, he had convinced me that it was the right thing to do. I still didn’t like the idea, but I had a better chance of fixing this mess from the outside. Thanks to Emiliana, Vittoria Verdi was no longer a problem. Although she had bought out the entire force of Barcelona, they wouldn’t fight the Castellano’s now that the Verdi’s were no more. Stil
EmilianaIt only took half an hour before the doctor called. He came bounding into the room like he owned the place and judging from the look on his face, he meant business. Luis stood sheepishly in the corner, watching on with a suspicious look on his face. And that look swiftly flashed to worry and I glared at him. That was apparently all it took for him to disappear.He disappeared for two hours, and after asking what little staff I could find, because I was too unwell to venture further than the staircase. After battling the doctor, I finally gave in. I answered his annoying questions, let him prod me with a thermometer, and take the usual bloods from me before he came up with his conclusion and left some pills on the side.I eyed them up for all of ten minutes before I tossed them across the room, my anger spiking and taking me to new levels of frustration. I knew exactly what was making me ill, I didn’t need a doctor to tell me. And those pills were not the answer. They might s
Emiliana “Pregnant?” Giovanni gaped. The way he questioned me was cold, so cold that it had the hairs on the back of neck standing to attention. I guess I deserved it. I wasn’t so fond of the idea myself. In fact, I was desperately put off by it. Children were never in my plan. I don’t think they were ever in Giovanni’s either, but we needed to lay our cards on the table and discuss this like the adults we were. I nodded, meeting his dark gaze for a moment. If it weren’t for his march-like pacing, I would have said that he was taking it quite well. It wasn’t until five minutes of silence had passed that he stopped his pace and turned back to me. “Is it mine?” The words stung, painfully prickling like shards of glass stabbing at my heart. To think he would doubt my loyalty, my fidelity, it hurt. I was angry, furious that Giovanni would suggest or even hint that I could be unfaithful. After everything we had been through, everything I had done for him, he thought I was capable of ad