Mag-log in~~Oriana’s Pov~~
My feet tapped involuntarily on the floors, making a sharp annoying sound that was getting on my nerves but somehow I could not get myself to stop. I walked to the waiting desk once more, “Excuse me,” I motioned to the tan middle aged man looking that couldn't seem to stop stealing glances at me every five minutes. “Yes ma'am” he shone his yellow thirty sets at me, I almost gagged. I slammed my ID down on the desk, “May I know why I've been waiting for a bail I posted for the past two hours? Standard procedure said forty five minutes to an hour did it not? Why am I not being attended to?” My voice grew colder and harder the more I spoke, something I had learnt dealing with different kinds of clients in court. His face paled, his gaze turned respectful “we'll get to you as soon as possible ma'am” he straightened his back, adopting a more respectful stance and tone. I rolled my eyes, “you do just that. And I would like your Badge number too. You'll be hearing from me soon” so much for keeping a low profile. His mouth opened, shock filtering across his pupils, obviously he hadn't expected me to take things far, well since I had already revealed my identity I might as well go all the way. “Cassandra Williams, Now” I ordered, not giving him the chance to recover. “Yes ma'am” he rushed, his tail between his legs. Sigh. I finally sat, it was the same experience everywhere I went, no one took a pretty faced blonde with full tits seriously until they were behind bars. This was no different. The sound of metal clanking and footsteps drew me out of my thoughts, soon my Cassie came in view, “finally” I muttered. He uncuffed her, “stay away from trouble miss” His tone was measured, gentle and professional, well it was too late any way. “Yeah, yeah,” Cassie rolled her eyes, I could tell she was holding back a sharper retort. Classic Cassandra, she never learnt. “Good.” I nodded, satisfied, then turned to the officer, “Officer Brad” I read his name tag, “Thank you. Expect to hear from my office for your hospitality” my voice was clipped, His smile faltered, I could feel the fear in his eyes finally set, “I apologize sincerely for any inconvenience,” he said through gritted teeth. “And I apologize for any future inconveniences.” I replied back unhesitatingly. “And you” I pointed at Cassie, she dodged my eyes, lowering her eyes to the ground, a move she always pulled whenever she wanted to get away with something. “Follow.” I snapped and walked away without waiting for my response. The sound of slow footsteps behind me accompanied the clanking of my heels, a wave of fresh morning air hit my face, it carried with it the scent of saltwater, algae, dust and that historic air of a crowded street. A far cry from the town where I came from, where everybody knew everybody. I increased my pace, leaving Cassie to run after me, soon a hand tugged at the helm of my jacket, I ignored it, but insistent as ever it continued. “What?” I snapped, stopping to finally face her She raised her eyes pleadingly, eyes wet and puffy, tears already pooling at them, “I’m sorry” she sniffed. “One hour, just one hour in Venice and you're already causing trouble?” I chided. “He started it,” she mumbled. “Stop fucking talking” I pinched my brows, sometimes I felt more like a mother than a friend. She nodded, “And stop looking at me like that. We both know you aren't even remorseful about your actions” She pursed her lips, her body began trembling, like she was aggrieved, “if he hadn't taken my phone I wouldn't have reacted” she muttered under her breath. “What have I told you about the law? Report to me or any other authority, who in their right senses fights with a police officer?” I practically yelled, my head already aching from the stress, “you know what. I was the one that brought you with me to Venice, stay away from trouble Cassie. I just used two hours of my time to bail you out, I have a court case in a few and I can't concentrate if you keep getting yourself arrested” “Sorry.” She mumbled, “He started it, I never look for trouble, doesn't mean I won't be ready if it comes searching for me” I sighed, “This isn't the village Cass, I need you to remember that, this is the heart of it all. The heart of all the crimes, I can't protect you if you really keep this attitude up” my voice lowered. Her expression turned serious, “I can protect myself” she scoffed. “Says the girl who got chased by a chicken” I teased “Chickens are different” her body shuddered. “What will I do with you?” I eyed her. Her arms wrapped around me, squeezing me tightly, “Uhh, get off of me” “No. Not until you say you've forgiven me” she whined childishly. “Okay. Okay. Get off me, you'll stain my outfit.” I groaned. “Alright. Only because you're going to court and I don't want to dim your shine.” she smiled. I chuckled, stopping in front of a court house, “And this is my final bus stop. Stay out of trouble. I'm serious, and get ready we're leaving tomorrow” I warned seriously. “Whatever you say mum. Cross my heart,” she giggled. “Go crush those bastards,” she yelled. “You got it best” I smiled and walked into the court house, head held high. *****Evening Time***** My shoulders ached, I walked out barefoot, holding my heels on my left hand. The moon hung low on the night sky, my mind wandered, I walked down the street. The night light illuminated the streets, lost in thoughts I didn't realize when the crowd thinned, by the time I came to, I was already in an alley. I spotted four silhouettes, standing in the shadows, and a fifth kneeling before them. Bang. The body of the fifth slumped, a scream tore through my lips, four pairs of eyes locked onto me. “Get her” a cold voice said, my feet moved faster than I could think. That was the last thing I remembered before everywhere blurred.~~Oriana~~The moment I stepped out of the car, every conversation around me seemed to fade.Dozens of eyes turned my way.Some curious.Some surprised.Some simply watched.I fought the urge to turn around and get back into the car. This wasn't my world.The driver stepped aside, silently gesturing toward the entrance.I took a deep breath and walked in.The marble steps led to a double door that stood open as though they had been waiting for me all along.Inside was even more breathtaking.Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling filling the room with a warm golden glow. Fresh white roses decorated every corner soft music played somewhere in the background while men in expensive suits and women dressed in elegant gowns chatted with glasses of champagne in their hands.It looked like a party.Not a loud one.A classy one.The kind where everyone smiled politely while secretly judging everyone else.I looked around, trying to find a familiar face.Nothing.Not Ciro.Not Rosa.Nobody.
~~Author’s pov~~A knock echoed softly through the bedroom."Mistress?"The voice floated through the haze of sleep.Another knock followed, gentler this time."Mistress Oriana?"Oriana stirred beneath the blankets her brows knitting together. She wasn't ready to wake up. The bed was too warm, the pillow too soft and for once there were no nightmares chasing her.She groaned into the pillow."I'm awake..." Her voice came out muffled, barely convincing.She heard a quiet giggle from the other side of the door. "I don't think you are."Oriana sighed dramatically before forcing one eye open."This is harassment."Silence."...Respectfully."Another giggle."I'll come back later if you'd like.""No, no..." Oriana pushed herself up, rubbing sleep from her eyes. "I'm coming."Her shoulder protested slightly as she climbed off the bed but it was nowhere near as painful as before.She shuffled toward the door still half asleep and pulled it open.Nica stood outside with a shopping bag in her
~~Author's Pov~~Oriana remained seated in Ciro's study long after her call with Cassandra ended. Her phone rested on the polished mahogany desk while she stared through the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the gardens.The afternoon sun had gone higher into the sky, It washed everything in warm gold while a gentle breeze stirred the flowers below. Everything looked… Normal. She still hadn't gotten used to that.Few months ago, the biggest problems in her life had been court cases, court cases and convincing Cassandra that instant noodles weren't a proper dinner. Now she lived in a villa overlooking the Venetian countryside, married to a mafia boss. Life really had an odd sense of humor.A soft knock sounded against the open study door pulling her out of her thoughts.Nica stood there balancing a silver tray in both hands."I thought you might like some tea, Mistress."The sweet aroma reached Oriana before the tray did. Chamomile tea and some biscuits."You have excellent timing."
~~Oriana~~Breakfast at the villa was... Always normal, considering the fact that I lived with one of the most feared mafia bosses in Italy, I had expected breakfast to involve armed guards standing behind chairs, dramatic meetings over coffee, or someone casually announcing they'd buried a body before sunrise.Instead…There were pancakes, fresh fruit, coffee, tea and toast and Rosa stealing bacon from Ciro's plate."I saw that," Ciro said without looking up from the tablet in his hands."I don't know what you're talking about.""You literally reached across the table.""I was checking the quality.""You checked it with your mouth.""It passed inspection." Rosa smiled innocently.I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing. These two were unbelievable. Ciro finally closed the tab and looked at his younger sister."You've been living with me for twenty two years.""And?.""And you still steal my food.""I know.""You could ask.""I could.""But?" He asked."But stealing y
~~Author's Pov~~The following morning arrived peacefully. Which, unfortunately, was usually a bad sign because nothing in Oriana's life stayed peaceful for long.Sunlight spilled through the large windows of Ciro's bedroom, painting golden streaks across the sheets.Oriana stirred, then groaned. Then immediately buried her face deeper into the pillow.No.Morning was canceled. Someone could try again tomorrow. A warm chuckle sounded beside her.Her eyes snapped open.Ciro.Right.She wasn't dreaming. She wasn't in her room. She wasn't even in her bed, she was in his bed, with him.The realization made her freeze for approximately three seconds before she slowly looked down. His arm still around her waist.Possessive, comfortable like it belonged there and unfortunately...It didn't feel wrong.That was the real problem."You've been awake for five minutes." Ciro said.Oriana immediately glared."You were watching me sleep?"His lips twitched."You were making faces.""I was not.""You
~~Oriana~~Night time came much faster than I expected or maybe the day had simply been too exhausting.One minute I was sitting on Ciro's bed trying to process the fact that I now apparently lived in his room. The next, the sun was gone.The villa had quieted and Ciro had disappeared. Well not disappeared, after that phone call, he and Rosa had left almost immediately.No explanations.No details.Just a brief, "I'll be back later." Which wasn't suspicious at all. I stared at the closed bedroom door for a moment before sighing. Being married to a mafia boss was honestly terrible for curiosity.Nobody told me anything.Everyone knew things.Nobody explained things and somehow I was expected to simply accept that.Rude much.A knock interrupted my thoughts.“The door is opened.” I said.Nica entered carrying a tray. The second she saw me sitting up, her face brightened."Mistress.""There you are."She smiled."I brought dinner."My stomach immediately betrayed me by growling.Nica's s
~~Oriana~~I sat by the window sill, waiting patiently and watching, the day soon bled into night. My stomach grumbled violently. The door clicked open, footsteps entered. More than one this time, I ignored them.“Mistress, your food” a polite voice said from behind.I finally turned, and came fac
~~Ciro~~ The club roared with life, music boomed from all angles, the smell of cigarettes, musk and sex filled the air. I walked straight to my private room, ignoring the dirty looks sluts threw at me. They knew better than to approach.The door shut behind me, “Let's welcome the man of the hour”
~~Oriana~~.My eyes blinked open, “Ahhh” I groaned, my entire body ached, I tried to sit up but my eyes doubled.What the hell, “Cassie” my voice sounded foreign, hoarse even. I saw a glass of water by the side of the bed, without thinking twice I grabbed it and gulped it down. Finally, My throat
~~Ciro's Pov~~~Seventeen years ago~“Hi, do you want a lollipop?” a little chubby girl of about 7 or 8 asked, her tiny arms stretched towards me, placing the stick in my hand.I stared at her intently, that bubbly face looking at me innocently with wide eyes, “Big brother doesn't want my lollipop



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