LOGIN"The moment you think of escaping from me, consider yourself dead, Bambolina." These cold words dropped from the lips of sin, from the man whom Serena feared the most, Dimitrio De Luca. Serena knew that her life had come to an end when she caught her mother entangled in a wild whirl of love making with her long time boyfriend, but she never imagined a life beyond all that misery. Sold off to the ruthless mafia lord like a commodity, she was forced to do his bid. She either has to obey his command, or kiss her sweet little life goodbye. Dimitrio could not tell if he had bought her because she looked like what haunted him- all shades of innocence wrapped in scarlet, or because he wanted to rile his rival up. He just knew that he wanted to keep her. Unknown to him, beneath layers of innocence lay a heart that beats for revenge, that longed to drive a stake through his broken heart. She was his nemesis, his sweet punishment, but if she thought a broken heart was the end of it, she had another thing coming with Dimitrio De Luca.
View More"Ugh... Ah! Yes, there... Harder, faster!" A very familiar voice grunted sultrily from the little made-in apartment where Serena lived with her mother.
Serena stopped dead in her tracks, quite petrified, and then, quietly she continued into the house, oblivious to the frenzied couple who were pummelling into each other on the couch situated in the living room. It was Serena's best couch, and the sight that met her eyes shattered her heart into many fragments.
Right there was her mother, sprawled haphazardly under the weight of a man. Serena frowned as she made out the figure of the man.
"Carmine?" She blurted out.
Carmine turned to her, still moving like an insatiable stallion on the woman beneath him.
"Mother!" The word came out in a strangulated voice "What in the world..."
Serena's voice trailed off as tears blurred her vision without warning. The bags she came in with slipped to the ground from her fingers and she slowly pointed at Carmine who had tossed a shirt on and was slowly coming close to her.
"Look, babe..." He licked his lip and exhaled "It isn't what you think. I swear it, I can explain..."
"Do not come close to me, Carmine. Stay where you are," She whispered, slightly trembling with disbelief.
Serena would never have believed it if a seer had told her that her boyfriend, whom she trusted with her life, has been sleeping with her mother under her nose. She and Carmine started off as best friends in college, he supported her, nursed her dreams and stood by her as she waded through life difficulties due to circumstances surrounding her family. In no time, the relationship skyrocketed and they started going out on dates. It solidified over the months after Serena's graduation that she was sure that nothing could tear them apart. She was wrong. She had a mother.
Her mother had been an addict for as long as Serena can remember. She went out with several men and eventually got into trouble with most of them, to Serena's detriment. Serena had to juggle three to four different jobs to pay off debts and bring her mother out of prison whenever she was thrown in. They lived in Sicily where the most hideous and obscure illegal activities ensued, so Serena's heart always went into her mouth whenever she learns that her mother has been captured.
Little did she know that her boyfriend and mother had been banging behind closed doors while she worked her ass out to liberate them.
"Stop being such a crybaby, Serena." It was her mother. She was standing by the window now with a lit cigar lodged between her fingers, stark naked, "Get out to Vander's Shack and take a bottle of rum- or two. You'll forget this ever...."
Serena hurried out of the room before the waterfalls released themselves. She was never going to let them see her tears. No. She decided.
It was dusk, and the night had slowly started to set in when Serena walked out of the house, still dazed. Tears blinded her eyes as she trailed off to nowhere in particular. Painful memories on how she grew under the tutelage of a wayward and alcoholic mother, without a father, stormed her brain.
For the umpteenth time, Serena wished her father had not left- or died. He must have been strong willed, she thought bitterly, to stay with a woman like mother.
The scene of betrayal replayed itself a hundred more times in Serena's head that she felt she would go insane. The tears threshold was exhausted for the day as none came down even as her heart wept for her pitiful self.
She had lost everything, no one wanted her. Her mother and the one she loved the most had betrayed her. She had been so brutally stabbed that she feared a heart attack.
Serena felt lost, like a hopeless refugee that has been rejected over and over again.
"I have no place in this world... No place," She muttered as she tightly clutched the railings of the bridge she was standing on.
It was an enormous bridge, one with a reputation for being the graveyard of several people. People like her, she thought. Serena wondered if her father ended up like how she would end in a few minutes time. She longed to see him, and a heart wrenching smile graced her face as she balanced her footing on the railing, ready to sail to the world beyond.
"I'll rather be with you, father, than remain in this cold world where I find myself in."
And with that, she let herself go.
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The pull made her reel forward into the arms of a stranger. Serena stared at the woman in a dazed manner, and only the loud thump of her heart reminded her that she was not dead... Yet. She moved away from the woman as though her touch burned, and wrapped her arms around herself.
The woman had pulled her in the nick of time. The look on the woman's face made Serena avert her stare to the ground. Why was she staring at her in that manner? Was suicide a new story to her? She wondered.
"Come, child." The woman told her, sympathy written all over her. She stretched a hand towards the desolate looking girl sitting by one of the pillars of the bridge.
Serena blinked sadly and without thinking, reached out to her savior.
"How old are you?" The middle aged looking woman gently asked after bringing Serena to her home, preparing a bath for her and feeding her with some Italian homemade soup. It was night now, but the cottage was flooded with light.
"23,"
"You're of American Italian descent, I suppose?" The woman probed, wondering at the delicate and unique characteristics of the lady seated in front of her. She had wild long strands of red hair, caramel eyes that seemed to fluctuate colors, nose that appeared to be in the air, and cherry lips. She reminded her of porcelain utensils even when the skin tone of her skin laid in between caramel and white. In other words, she was dainty and petite.
Serena hesitated, wondering how it would sound if she told the woman that she did not know where her origin spanned from.
"Italian." She quietly told her.
"I see," The woman beamed, "I'm Amelia, and I stay alone. You're free to stay for as long as you like. Could you tell me what happened earlier today?"
Serena felt the tears well up again, but she swallowed hard and it halted. She took a deep breath before turning to the woman.
"I'm Serena Marino, and my life has been a tale of..."
As though hypnotized, Serena slowly recoiled into the seat in a deep sleep.
"Sleep, child. Sleep." Amelia smiled wistfully, eyes glinting with something much more sinister than Serena could ever imagine.
Dimitrio Serena stood frozen outside the door. I could see the fear in her eyes. The hesitation. The weight of everything pressing down on her. She stared at the name on the door like it was a ghost. Lucia Marino. Her mother. "Serena," I said softly. "You don't have to go in if you're not ready." She didn't answer. She just kept staring. "We can wait," I said. "We can go get coffee. Walk around. Take as much time as you need." Still nothing. I took her hand. It was cold. Shaking. "Hey," I said. "Look at me." She turned. Her eyes were wet. Tears were already forming. "I can't do this," she whispered. "Yes, you can." "What if she's already dead? What if I'm too late?" "Then we'll deal with it. But you'll never know unless you open that door." She looked back at the door. At the name. At the white card with black letters. "I'm scared," she said. "I know. But I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." She took a breath. Then another. Then she nodded. "Okay," she said. "Oka
Serena's Pov The road stretched ahead of us like a gray ribbon.I stared out the window. The countryside passed by. Fields. Trees. Small towns. I didn't really see any of it. My mind was somewhere else. In the past with my mother.Dimitrio held my hand. He didn't speak. He didn't try to fill the silence with empty words. He just held on. Steady. Solid. Present.I was grateful for that.The hours passed. The sun moved across the sky. The car hummed along the highway. I leaned my head against the window and closed my eyes.I saw her face. My mother's face. Not the face I had seen at the gate. Not the tired, worn face of the woman who had come begging for forgiveness. But the face from my childhood. Young. Beautiful. Smiling.She used to smile at me sometimes. When she was sober. When she wasn't lost in her own pain. She would brush my hair and tell me I was pretty. She would sing songs from her hometown. She would hold me and promise that everything would be okay.But it wasn't okay. I
Dimitrio's Pov I held her as she cried. We were in our bedroom. She was shaking. Sobbing. Her tears soaked through my shirt. I didn't care. I just held her. I held her like she was the only thing keeping me alive. Because she was. I hated seeing her like this. Broken. Vulnerable. The woman who had fought off Nadia's knife. The woman who had stood before the council and defended herself. The woman who had faced down a soldier without flinching. She was falling apart in my arms and it was because of her mother. A woman who didn't deserve her tears. A woman who had sold her. Betrayed her. Abandoned her. If I could, I would kill Lucia Marino myself. I would make her pay for every tear Serena had ever shed. For every moment of pain she had caused. But I couldn't. Because Serena needed closure. And killing her mother would only make things worse. "Shh," I whispered. "I've got you. I'm here." She didn't answer. She just cried harder. We stayed like that for a long time. The sun ro
Serena's Pov I couldn't sleep after what happened in the garden. Carmine's face kept appearing in my mind. The desperation in his eyes. The way he had grabbed my arm. The way the guards had dragged him away. And then Dimitrio. His fist connected with Carmine's jaw. The cold fury in his voice. I had sat on the bed for hours after they left. My hands were shaking. My heart wouldn't stop pounding. Elena had come to check on me. She brought tea. I didn't drink it. "You should rest," she said. "I can't." "Try. You've been through a lot tonight." I shook my head. "Every time I close my eyes, I see him. Carmine. The way he looked at me. Like he owned me." "He doesn't own you. No one does." "I know. But he made me feel like I was still that scared girl he sold. Like nothing had changed." Elena sat beside me. "Everything has changed. You're not that girl anymore. You're the don's queen. You're strong. You fought back." "Did I? Or did I just scream until someone came to save me?" "






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