As the Mafia committee members entered the warehouse, their presence alone commanded authority. Their expressions were stern, their eyes piercing, and their voices resonated with a mixture of intimidation and determination. The Italian Don, bound and surrounded, stood before them, his defiant demeanor faltering in the face of their collective power.I watched with a mix of anticipation and apprehension as the committee began their interrogation, their questions cutting through the air like a sharpened blade. Each inquiry was calculated, designed to dismantle the Don's defenses and extract the truth.One committee member stepped forward, his voice laced with an underlying threat. "Don, your actions have endangered the delicate balance we uphold. You will find no solace in your lies. It is in your best interest to cooperate fully."The Don, visibly shaken by the committee's presence, began to realize the dire consequences of his actions. His bravado waned, and the weight of his guilt pr
As we decided to extend our stay in Italy for a couple more days, a sense of relaxation and adventure filled the air. I called Alek, informing him of recent events and assuring him that we were safe. With that weight lifted off our shoulders, we were free to immerse ourselves in the enchanting atmosphere of Italy.One of the places we explored was the breathtaking city of Florence. The city's rich history and artistic treasures beckoned us, and we found ourselves strolling hand in hand through the narrow cobblestone streets. The iconic Duomo Cathedral rose majestically before us, its intricate details and vibrant colors leaving us in awe. We stood in line, patiently waiting to enter the Uffizi Gallery, where masterpieces by renowned artists awaited our eager gaze.As we meandered through the gallery, each room revealing new artistic wonders, Liam's deep appreciation for art was evident. He studied the brushstrokes, the play of light and shadow, with genuine fascination. We engaged in
Three months had passed since our eventful time in Italy, and now I found myself in America, following Liam's urging to be closer to home as I approached the final stages of my pregnancy. The idea of leaving Russia had been bittersweet, but I couldn't deny that Liam's concern for my well-being was genuine.The transition to America had been smoother than expected, and Liam made sure I was comfortable every step of the way. The luxurious mansion he had prepared for us felt like a safe haven, a sanctuary where I could relax and prepare for the arrival of our child.Liam was right; I had always been a workaholic, dedicated to the responsibilities that came with being part of the Mafia family. But now, with motherhood on the horizon, my priorities had shifted. I was eager to embrace this new chapter of my life, and Liam's presence by my side only added to my sense of security and happiness.Our days were filled with laughter, shared moments, and gentle touches. Liam seemed to have an inna
I sat in the boardroom, my back pressed against the plush chair, as boredom settled in like an unwelcome guest. The air was heavy with formality and the monotonous drone of business jargon. How I longed for something to break the monotony, a spark of excitement to ignite the dreary atmosphere.As I observed the suited executives, their faces etched with seriousness, I couldn't help but smirk to myself. They saw me as nothing more than Liam's wife, innocent and uninterested in the matters at hand. Little did they know, I had other plans for this mundane gathering.The rumors had reached my ears, whispers of Santino's involvement in shady dealings. A man so smug and self-assured, thinking he could get away with anything. Oh, how I relished the opportunity to expose his true nature, to challenge him and watch his facade crumble.Santino, sitting across the table from me, was the epitome of arrogance. His eyes glinted with a smug confidence, unaware of the storm that was about to rain dow
Alice's POVI sat outside on the patio, enjoying the cool breeze that rustled through the trees. The sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink as it began its descent, casting a warm glow over our home. I sighed contentedly, cherishing this moment of tranquility amid the chaos of our Mafia life.But then, a sudden sensation washed over me, and I felt a gush of warmth. Confusion gripped me momentarily until the realization dawned upon me. My water had broken. I was going into labor."Melissa! Melissa!" I called out to one of my guards, trying to keep my voice steady despite the urgency I felt. "Please, get Liam! Tell him it's time!"Melissa, ever alert and quick to respond, dashed off to fetch my husband. Panic and excitement mingled within me as I tried to collect myself. My heart pounded in my chest, and my thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions.Within moments, I heard hurried footsteps approaching, and Liam appeared, his face etched with concern. He gathered me in his arms, his
Prologue I sat in my room staring at the ceiling. Liam has refused me from doing anything and I'm bored already. I looked at the time it was still ten in the morning. I had gone to his meeting earlier this morning to cause some drama. I mean it's not my fault that there's nothing for me to do. I smile as I remember the look of horror on those losers' faces when I threw my knife at Santino. He had it coming though so I can't say it's my fault. My laptop was still playing the movie I'd chosen earlier. N*****x wasn't even helping me at this point. I paused the movie and decided to have a shower. I walked into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. My eyes no longer had the usual bags under them. I looked better than before and I was grateful for that. These past few weeks have been the most chaotic week in my life. Nothing prepared me for what I faced but I went through it anyway. Ever since the attack, Liam has been overprotective concerning my health and it's beginn
Alice's POVI twirled the knife in my hand and kept thinking about what father just told me. I turned in my chair as I tried to think of what to do about the situation on the ground.He wanted me to get married to the American Mafia Don. As much as I would love to throw a fit with my father, I know better not to. There is little I can do, even as the Don of the Russian Mafia. My father is a psychopath and I don't want to cross him.I wish my mother was here, maybe things would have been better. Father has never wasted any opportunity to remind me of how I killed my mother. He hated the fact that she died because of me. My mother died immediately after giving birth to me and my father wished I was the one who died instead of her. In anger, I threw my knife at the painting hanging on the wall opposite me. I can't remember how many paintings Silver has changed ever since she became my guard.I told her to stop buying the paintings but she still buys them, not that I care. I took out my
Alice's POVI woke to the sound of my alarm. I blindly searched for my phone on the bed. When I found it, I turned off the alarm. I stood up from the bed and walked towards the window staring at the view. The city was busy and everyone was rushing to God knows where. Today was the day I get to meet the man my father is selling me off to. I made my way toward my bag and selected a red dress to wear with match heels. I have just an hour to get ready so I dressed up quickly and stared at myself in the mirror.The gown was a body con dress and it hugged all my curves. It stops mid-thigh and I like that it was giving. The v-neck showed my cleavage and I wore a necklace on my neck. I decided to do a very light and simple makeup because I don't like to use much makeup. I curled my hair and everything was looking good. Staring at myself one last time, I was satisfied with my look. My lips were stained with red lipstick. I know how weak my dress makes men feel and that is the one thing I w