LOGINHis presence was different, powerful and dangerous in an unpredictable way.His aura was as intense as the scent he wore, captivating and otherworldly. When he stepped into the office, the room almost held its breath.I should be annoyed that he somehow had business with the agency I was about to sign with. But I was more worried about him exposing his identity.Fabio was right behind me. And last I heard, my father was still sniffing around for any sign of the Black Requiem. Now that I think of it, Black Requiem is rather ridiculous compared to the effect his actual name had.Every soul in the room had practically frozen since the mention of ‘Vitale’.Well, until I deliberately broke the silence.“Fabio,” I called.“Yes… Gabriella.” He responded.I almost winced, regretting that I gave him that liberty when Marco seemed to wield more power than I could account for in this room. I feared for Fabio's life.“Step out until my meeting is done,” I said.Fabio hesitated, seemingly thinki
The moment I stepped out, every single one of my bodyguards bent at a sharp ninety-degree bow. The one in charge spoke when I looked confused. “We're sorry for not protecting you properly. We completely failed at our duty, punish us however you like.” It wasn't their fault. I completely acted without reason earlier. I opened my mouth to dismiss their worry when I recognised someone in their midst. It was the same man I'd spent days serching for. The man that worked for Marco amongst my father's men. “You there!” I pointed at him, singling him out amongst the others. Everyone except him lifted their heads to see who I was referring to. Someone nudged him in the rib with their elbow. “M-me?” He stuttered, raising his head. “Yes you.” I crossed my arms, jutting my chin out. “What's your name?” His eyes widened with panic before he quickly composed himself. Clearing his throat he replied; “Sam.” With as much confidence as he could muster. “You're fired.” I said without missing
Marco slid off his sunglasses. I guess to study my reflection properly.I was exposed.There was no use hiding now. In fact, that would only worsen my predicament.Never in my life had I thought a man like Marco could have this kind of effect on me.So ridiculous, yet so…Undeniable. Playing it safe was the only option I had left.“The crowd outside was too overwhelming.” I mumbled an explanation he hadn't asked for.A single brow of his quirked up at the sound of my breathless voice.I panicked, turning on the tap in an effort to distract his attention. But I mistakenly pushed it to the highest pressure, causing water to sprinkle all over my dress and the clean floor.“Oh my—!” Startled, I tried to step back from the shower but I hit something solid instead.When did I become this clumsy?I looked at the mirror and sure enough; Marco behind me, face bare after discarding his nose mask.“Stop.” His hand held my shoulder, steadying me as I stood against his wide chest.He leaned acro
What I'd just seen knocked the breath out of me, to say the least.I hadn’t realized how badly I’d been waiting for any sign of Marco that I would completely disregard my safety and jump into the excited crowd.I snapped back into my senses only after I opened the door and hopped out of the car, desperately trying to catch sight of the cardboard sign.The crowd went wild with cheers, surrounding me. In an instant, I was blocked at every corner with no way to escape. Even my back became too tight to slip back into the car.I regretted acting on impulse immediately, but it was already too late. More fans surged around, the paparazzi closing in on me, shoving notes and mics in my face while screaming questions and compliments at the same time.I was suddenly too overwhelmed to move or speak. My body tensed under the sheer number of hands grabbing at my arm.My ears numbed at the excessive noise while my mind completely blanked at the realization that I was definitely cooked.My bodygu
After going over what was required of me with my father that night, I jumped straight into my new role as Consigliere.I was given two weeks to learn as much as possible before I had to attend a meeting with the other Capos.Everything outlined seemed pretty acceptable to me. As long as I didn't have to kill anybody.He did insist however, that I learn how to use a gun.I tried, with Dante teaching me every day. But I either ended up annoying the hell out of him with my snarky comments about his underhanded methods of doing his job, until he bailed on me. Or I'd simply refuse to do what he says and not get a single shot into the target until one of us angrily stormed off.Which was mostly me, by the way.Dante was sorely displeased at my uncooperative ass but I didn't care. I held a grudge because he led his vicious, gun holding gang into my friend's home.And to be fair, he really hadn't apologised.Most made men don't, anyway.Apparently, as consigliere under training, Sophia was u
I allowed myself to relax into the fine leather seat as my father's man drove me back to the Leone house.Then I realised Marco didn't show up even though he'd said he'd be watching.I checked my phone for any message he might have sent, but even the one I received last night was no longer there.“Oh,” I murmured, realising he must've had it deleted.If he could get my number without me giving it to him, then he could probably make a simple text disappear.I also saw my inbox filled with thousands of messages.Reading through the ones I could, I realised a few things;Sophia had already terminated my contract with my management agency yesterday evening. It was in the news, apparently. She even compensated them with a large sum of money.I had suddenly become an online sensation following all the dramas about my career and family background.My fan base had quadrupled overnight. Not just with music fans. Fashion labels, business brands, and lots of companies from other industries were







