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
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GiovanniI didn’t give her the real answer, just the right one. For all I knew, Vinnie was struggling with this just as much as I was. He would never admit that, of course, but it would show; in his eyes, in his demeanor. He would act tough, but he would probably be broken on the inside.I wasn’t scared for him, though. The man could hold his own ten times over. But that wasn’t what worried me. It was the solitude, the quietness and the lingering hopelessness that accompanied all of that.I had to get him out.“I can’t believe he is gone,” Emiliana whispered sadly. She pulled away, taking me all in for the first time since I had returned.Although it hadn’t been quite the welcome I was expecting, I couldn’t deny that I was happy about the news. Despite my reservations—Gratteri and his slimy fucking hands—I believed her when she said it was mine. I just had to make sure.Emiliana leaned in close, resting her forehead against mine and closing her eyes so I couldn’t see the doubt swimmin
Giovanni I watched Emiliana from the doorway. So carefree and lost in her own world as she danced with my grandfather. The music blared through the oversized dining room that was now a dancefloor for the drunk and liberated, Emiliana’s laughter filtering through the lulls in the melody. Her dress trailed behind her, sweeping the ground with every twist and turn. The entire room was decorated top to bottom in classy paraphernalia that only someone like Don Castellano could acquire. Two trees inhabited the corners of the dining room alone, and I hadn’t even explored the rest of the mansion. Tonight marked new beginnings, supposedly. My grandfather wanted everyone here to celebrate a number of things, one being the announcement of Emiliana’s pregnancy. Then there was my release from prison, and there was one more thing that he had managed to keep secret for the last week. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but his reluctance to involve me was beginning to piss me off. He smiled when we
Emiliana I watched as Giovanni headed towards his grandfather, neither looking too pleased to see the other. “Do you think he’ll be okay?” I turned to Luis, attempting to conceal my worry. “He can look after himself,” Luis grumbled beside me. “You wanted to dance?” I shook my head and peered down at my glass, “I think I need to sit down.” At twelve weeks pregnant, I was barely showing. The side effects, however, were more prominent and my nauseous worrying only added to them. Luis pulled a chair away from the wall and tucked it under my knees, muttering, “Sit,” as he did so. “Emiliana?” Veronica’s concerned voice called to me, my blurry focus could only see the outline of her magnificent dress that I knew she would be wearing. “Are you okay?” “Yes, just feeling a little sick.” “It must have been all that dancing,” she chuckled. Crouching down in front of me, she pressed her hand to my forehead. “Get a damp cloth,” she ordered Luis. “I’m fine,” I protested, swatting her hand a
Giovanni“Em,” I whispered softly. As much as I didn’t want to wake her up, we had somewhere to be.She rolled over, flopping an arm across my chest and groaning out her exhaustion. “It’s too early.”“It’s seven-thirty,” I laughed, turning her onto her back so that I could lay on top of her.Her arms snaked around my neck and even in her groggy state, she smiled. “Well, if this is how you’re going to wake me up…”I kissed her lips and she moaned into my mouth.“We need to get ready,” I said, reluctantly pulling away from her.Emiliana grumbled some more before sliding the covers back and exposing her naked body.Standing at the end of the bed, I took a mental picture, admiring the bump forming. She was four months pregnant, but still looked like the fucking princess she was.She flicked her hair over her shoulder and slid out of the bed, calling to me, “Are you coming or what?”It had become the norm for us now. I would wake up before her, either because we had scans, doctors appointm