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39: Her Mother
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Owned By The Devil Himself 44: Begging
I couldn’t answer him. My throat locked up. There was no way I could tell Vito that Enzo’s words had made me cry. Not because I was afraid of Vito’s reaction… well, maybe a little, but more because I knew exactly what he was capable of. If I told him, Enzo would be gone. Maybe not dead, but definitely ruined. And it wasn’t even Enzo that hurt me, not really. It was the truth behind his words. That I was changing Vito. That I was a weakness.So I just shook my head and said softly, “Non,” trying to walk away, hoping he'd just let it drop.But he didn’t. He grabbed my arm, firm and unshaking.“Don’t test me, doll,” he said, his voice low but laced with steel. “I am the only one allowed to make you cry. No one else can doll, and I don’t repeat myself, but I’ll ask one more time… who made you cry, doll?”My stomach twisted. I still couldn’t say it. Enzo wasn’t just some random man… he was Vito’s right hand, Vito shadow and his guard dog. If I said his name, I’d start something I wouldn’t
Owned By The Devil Himself 43: Who Made You Cry
ORTENSIA I paced back and forth, the tiles under my feet cold and loud with every step. My head was pounding like a drum in a war camp.Butter…He’s allergic to butter… Butter? Of all things. A whole mafia don, feared in four cities and whispered about in five languages, brought to his knees by dairy? It didn’t feel real. But the sight of him… red-faced, gasping, shaking was too damn real.He was upstairs now, lying in bed, still pale but breathing better. Enzo said he had an Epinephrine pen in his jacket pocket. Thank God. Enzo stabbed him with it right before the doctor got here. It bought him time, barely. We were lucky, If that pen wasn’t there, if he was even a minute later…I couldn’t finish the thought.When Doctor Alex finally came down the stairs, I nearly collapsed from the weight of holding my breath. She looked calm, professional, but I could tell she’d been sweating through the emergency.“He’s stable,” she said. “He’ll be fine.”I exhaled hard, all the fear coming out li
Owned By The Devil Himself 42: Who Made You Cry?
ORTENSIA I paced back and forth, the tiles under my feet cold and loud with every step. My head was pounding like a drum in a war camp.Butter… He’s allergic to butter… Butter? Of all things. A whole mafia don, feared in four cities and whispered about in five languages, brought to his knees by dairy? It didn’t feel real. But the sight of him… red-faced, gasping, shaking was too damn real.He was upstairs now, lying in bed, still pale but breathing better. Enzo said he had an Epinephrine pen in his jacket pocket. Thank God. Enzo stabbed him with it right before the doctor got here. It bought him time, barely. We were lucky, If that pen wasn’t there, if he was even a minute later…I couldn’t finish the thought.When Doctor Alex finally came down the stairs, I nearly collapsed from the weight of holding my breath. She looked calm, professional, but I could tell she’d been sweating through the emergency.“He’s stable,” she said. “He’ll be fine.”I exhaled hard, all the fear coming out l
Owned By The Devil Himself 41: Allergy
He didn’t say anything. Just gave her one last look like he was trying to read her mind or maybe say something without words. Then he turned and went into the bathroom. Ortensia stood there for a moment, feeling the weight of what she just said.Why did she say that? Was it anger? Fear? Or just tiredness from everything? She didn’t know. But she knew she couldn’t stay there. Slowly, she stood up and walked downstairs, her steps echoing softly on the marble floor.When she got to the kitchen, her mother was already there, moving around with ease, chopping and stirring, making the space feel alive again. Ortensia took a deep breath, feeling a little lighter just seeing her mom like this.“The maid is fast with the errand,” Ortensia said, trying to sound casual.Her mother turned around with a smile, “Thought you left me alone to cook.”Ortensia chuckled softly and her mother grabbed a small bowl from the counter. “Here, blend the pepper.”Her mother took the bowl and looked at all the i
Owned By The Devil Himself 40: Kissing Another Woman
And in that moment, I felt like the dumbest person alive.All this time, I called Vito a monster. A killer, a heartless man with blood on his hands. But he killed my stepfather because he saw him about to stab my mother with a knife. He didn’t do it out of rage or for power. He did it to save her. And I, the loudmouth with a temper, called him the devil.He saved my mother. What if he hadn’t been there? What if he didn’t follow them home? My mother would’ve died. She would’ve bled out on that floor, and I’d be crying over a grave instead of hugging her now.“After his burial,” my mother continued, her voice soft, “Vito helped me out. He renovated the house. It’s now looking like a real place, Tensie. It feels like home again.”I stayed quiet. My throat tight.“And when I asked him why he was being so kind to me,” she went on, “and what kind of person he was… he just smiled. He had a gun on him, and there were men beh
Owned By The Devil Himself 39: Her Mother
I felt a soft tap on my shoulder. I groaned, still caught in sleep, stretching my legs out straight like I was trying to touch the end of a dream. My eyes stayed closed, but my mind started waking up. Why is Vito waking me up? He never does that. Whenever I fall asleep on the couch or even on the floor, I always wake up in bed like magic. He always carries me, gentle like I’m made of glass, he never wakes me. So why now?I sat up slow on the cushion, still sleepy, and yawned loud without caring. I scratched at my eyes, rubbing hard, trying to shake the fog. My head felt heavy, my body felt heavier. Then I heard it.“Tensie.”My heart jumped, that voice, and that nickname. Only one person calls me that. My nickname, soft like a lullaby. I opened my eyes fast and wide and there she was… My mother.She was standing in front of me, smiling like the sun just came up behind her. I blinked again, thinking my mind was tricking me. My throat caught, and my chest tightened.“Mommy?” I said, lik
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