Andrew DeLucaThe pain throbbed in my body as I tried to keep my mind clear. That night had been a nightmare, a bitter reminder of how my world could unravel in seconds.Flashback:It all started when I headed to the nightclub. It was something I did quite frequently, a temporary escape from the responsibilities and dangers of my world. That night, I chose the company of a woman I had been with a few times before. It wasn't anything serious, just a physical connection that helped me forget, at least temporarily, the woman who had ensnared me in her web."Lorenzo, come with me, buddy," I insisted that my consigliere join me at the club."I'm good, DeLuca," he replied, and I immediately grew suspicious.The Lorenzo I knew would never turn down a night at the club, no doubt about it. He must have been meeting some girl."You're in love, aren't you?" I grinned."No, I just don't want to go. Have fun. But what about you
EmmaI spent the whole day at the mansion, lost in thought. Ever since I saved DeLuca's life, I couldn't get him out of my head. I saved his life while he destroyed mine. The contradiction haunted me.The night arrived, and the gentle breeze of the evening entered through the open windows, carrying the scent of the garden's flowers. The mansion was quiet, except for distant footsteps and the muffled voices of the staff.The idea of being trapped in that place was suffocating. I felt like a prisoner, with no means of communication with the outside world. DeLuca didn't trust me; he thought I could escape at any moment. But I wouldn't do that. I loved my father deeply, and I knew that if I fled, the first thing Andrew would do was kill him, and me too.What irritated me the most about DeLuca was that he challenged me, and made me question everything. One moment I hated him, the next I was donating my blood to save his damn life. It
Emma Continued... I woke up next to DeLuca in that luxurious suite, the morning sun's rays beginning to flood the room. Gazing at the Empire State Building view one last time, I felt a lump form in my throat. What had happened last night? How could I have surrendered myself like that? A wave of regret immediately washed over my heart; I knew and remembered every detail of what had happened yesterday evening. I had let myself be carried away by emotion and passion. I was confused, and at the same time, I felt a strange sensation within me. It had been my first time with a man; I wasn't the kind of girl who went to bed with the first guy. The street and life had taught me to defend myself and shout at them. I didn't have a mother, and my father needed to work, so I sold whatever I could on the street, and men catcalled me; it had created a trauma in me. And now... I had surrendered not only physically but emotionally to a criminal who had bought me. I quickly gathered my clothes, t
AndrewThis girl had been playing with me. How could she give me a whole night of pleasure and then act this way in the morning, I couldn't understand. Normally, women would beg for me to stay the night with them, but the longer I stayed, the more I had already left. Why was it different with her? Emma had left me upset.After all that, she wouldn't leave my damn mind. I tried to focus on other tasks without success. Emma didn't leave the room, but things weren't the way she wanted, they were the way I wanted. She had to understand that rules were rules. I wasn't willing to be challenged like this.I was in my office, holding the pen tip skillfully, but I couldn't concentrate, my thoughts were scattered, thinking about that damn green-eyed ragazza.Suddenly, someone knocked on the door; it was my sister Isabella."What do you want, Ize?" I said seriously, rolling my eyes."Always so kind, aren't you, brother?" she said ironically. "I just came to ask if you've seen Emma; I went to the
EmmaEverything seemed worse. The immensity of feelings that hung over my mind.I had lost my virginity to the mobster who had forced me to marry him and threatened my father. My subconscious was filled with shame and fear of what would happen next.I knew DeLuca didn't like me, he was probably incapable of feeling anything for anyone. But I gave in because at that moment it felt right.But it wasn't.Lying in bed, immersed in my thoughts, I hadn't even been out for breakfast. My stomach rumbled with hunger, but I didn't want to face it, at least not today or now.I heard a knock on the door and I kept myself slightly alert, thinking it was him coming into the room. We were supposed to sleep in the same room, but DeLuca didn't sleep in the bed either day."Emma?" I could hear Ize's soft voice behind the door and I was relieved.I tried to keep my composure to get outand she wouldn't notice how awful I looked.I approached the door slowly and unlocked the lock."Hi Ize? Did something
Andrew DeLuca."Come on, girl, shake it," I said as I danced with a random girl.I was trying to be with her to forget about Emma. But damn it, that woman wouldn't leave my mind. I was so angry about it, really angry, and I wanted to do anything to forget her. I swore I would."Aren't you staying?" she asked as she approached me on the bed."No. I've got other things to do," I said as I removed the condom.I could only feel Emma, skin on skin, only her.But I wasn't in love. Feelings weren't for guys like me; love was something we created in our minds, that's all. Love was futile and only held people back; that was so clear.And I didn't want to be weak. Emma was right; the night with her was a pure mistake. I couldn't mix lust and business; the important thing was that my plan to marry by contract was working. Just that.I left the girl in bed and quickly left the hotel, putting on my sunglasses and getting into the car. I felt like driving; just feeling the fresh breeze on my face w
EmmaThe climate in this house felt stranger to me than usual.I didn't know what was worse: being connected to a man who disregarded the law or having slept with him. There was that famous saying that love and hate walked hand in hand, but I couldn't comprehend how someone could feel both simultaneously. It was a fine line.While the meal was being served, Don and his associate, or perhaps business partner, were discussing yachts, nightclubs, and other frivolous matters. I remained silent at that huge table, with Ize by my side."He's quite a looker, isn't he?" Ize whispered in my ear, looking at Derick."I didn't notice," I said with honesty.It was true; I hadn't paid attention. Derick was attractive, an elegant mafioso like Andrew. However, I wasn't interested in men's physical appearances. In the end, they all seemed the same to me. Although I hadn't been involved with many men to say for sure.All the men who had tried to enter my life were jerks. For instance, the boy I liked t
Andrew DeLuca I'm pacing back and forth in my office, I've never been this impatient before. Normally, I have a solution for everything, but she... This ragazza makes me lose all reason. When I saw her by the pool talking to Derick, and the little charm he was throwing her way, my blood boiled, and I wanted nothing more than to dunk that figlio di puttana's head into that damn pool. But I couldn't, not yet. Derick was opening doors for me with some allies he had. In the mafia, you can never mix personal matters with business. But it's important to make it clear what your territory is. I am feared in the following way: I have no mercy for anyone. "Put your men on his tail, Lorenzo," I said, referring to Derick. "Okay, boss, he's already heading to one of the hotels." "Good. I don't want that traitor in my house." "Forgive me for asking, Don, but what did he do?" "He thinks he can come here, eat my food, enter my family's house, and hit on my wife," Lorenzo stared at me. "Alleged