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His calloused palm brushed my cheek, wiping away another tear as he spread my legs like butter.
“Take a deep breath bunny, it's going to be a long night.” I collapsed my head back on the pillow and wondered how I had one of the deadliest men in the country between my legs.
Then my mind as if to answer that question pulled my memory back to over a month ago where it all started.
••••••••
“I swear on my grandma's ashes Amy, this time-”
I cut my boyfriend off with a deep frustrated sigh as I wiped the counter with one hand and held my phone with the other.
“No, Jeremy…” I lowered my voice even though no one could hear me over the loud speakers,”Things are finally going right for us, by next month we'll move into a real apartment in a nice part of town there's no need to risk it.”
Finally, I wouldn't have to thread the streets that were lined with gangsters and hoodlums.
“I just need that five grand, baby. Forget that tiny apartment, we'll have a house of our own!”
I stopped whipping, fingers curling around the rag.
Jeremy had always been a dreamer, that's part of the reason I fell in love with him.
But things change when you are no longer a starry eyed college student and you find out dreams don't pay student debt.
Ever since we graduated, Jeremy has turned down every job offer he gets; “I'm just waiting for the right one to give you the life you deserve.” He said as he rotted away on my couch.
“Jeremy, the inheritance money from my grandma might be our only ticket out of the trenches. I'm not going to let you waste it on your gambling especially when you never win.”
He went quiet.
“Fine, forget it! Ignore your loser boyfriend who's good for nothing,” he said dramatically, ending the call.
I put my phone away as a customer approached, but I was uneasy.
My last shift ended and I went to give my boss my final farewell.
“Are you sure about this Baker?” He inquired doubtfully, “if you want a raise, we can…”
“No, it's fine.” I replied politely, there was no way I'd be able to commute from my new residence down here. It would just be easier to get a new job.
I stepped out of the club feeling lighter than a feather.
Just a month ago, I was drowning in arrears of rent and sharing ramen with Jeremy. Now we were about to move to a real apartment where the roof didn't leak and the walls weren't paperthin.
Nothing, and I mean nothing could ruin this.
“Baby faster! faster!!”
I froze outside our bedroom door, our apartment was just about the size of a shoe box and I could hear everything.
My boyfriend's moans mingled with strangers, their rugged breathing and our rickety bed crying out.
I took a rib lift of air and went over to the living room, dropping on the couch trying to remain calm as my heart raced.
Ten minutes of the entire apartment shaking to the rhythm of their lovemaking and my boyfriend walks into our living room with a stranger. He pretends not to see me and gives her a big wet kiss as a parting gift.
“Seriously?” I stood up and crossed my arms, “Didn't we both agree to close our relationship?”
He grunted something and walked over to the coffee table to grab the remote, “Will you ease up? We said we'd start after we moved. Why are you overreacting?”
“Overreacting?” I spat back at him.
“Yes, you're acting crazy as if our relationship has not been open for years now.”
My heart sank as his words forced me to recall the night he sat me down with an ultimatum.
“I want to open our relationship.” He went into a deep rehearsed speech about how that was going to spice up our sex life. He'd been my first for everything but he was a notorious playboy when I met him.
At first I disagreed, but he pressured me until I finally gave in.
Funny enough he was so jealous that if I laughed in the direction of another guy he would immediately lose his marbles but he paraded different girls into our apartment, the apartment that I paid for.
But now that we were getting a fresh start I decided to finally stand my ground.
He had surprisingly agreed with arguing, I didn't know he planned to just keep sleeping around anyways.
“But we discussed…”
“And I decided to ignore you, just like how you ignored me when I asked you for the money.”
My brow furrowed, I reached for his shoulder tilting my hand upwards.
“Jeremy, is that what this is about?”
He didn't respond but his lips drew out into a tight line and I was about ready to slam my head into a wall.
“Jeremy, don't you want to leave this neighborhood? Finally sleep somewhere that you're not scared of being robbed or mugged?”
He pulled away from my touch, gigging into his hair and screaming.
“Whatever, I finally see it. You don't love me, you just stay with me because it's comfortable..”
He walked over to a wall and started descending one punch after another, “I'm useless…worthless…”
“No, Jeremy!” I grabbed his arm, checked his knuckles and they were already bleeding.
It felt like his punches had been aimed directly at my heart and not the wall.
“F-fine..” I said in a strangled voice, “I'll give you access to the account, but it'll be just one game-”
He swooped me off the floor peppering my face with kisses.
“I love you, Amy…” he said, laying me on the same bed where he had just been intimate with another woman, her perfume still lingering in the air.
But I didn't want to complain, didn't want to break the spell of the moment.
Everything is going to work out, we'll move and in a few more weeks we'll be looking at ring sizes. In some years we'll have little ones running around (we'd even picked out their names) that's right, nothing can go wrong.
ANTONIO POVA year had passed since the wedding, and I had learned, in that time, that nothing in my entire life — not the warehouses, not the territories, not the empire I'd built brick by bloody brick out of an inheritance that should have been mine from the start — had prepared me for the sound of my wife screaming in pain in the back of a car racing toward the hospital at two in the morning."Drive faster, Carlos.""I'm driving as fast as the law allows, boss.""I don't care about the law right now."Amy gripped my hand hard enough to bruise, breathing through gritted teeth the way the doctors had taught her in the birthing classes I'd sat through every week for the last two months, refusing to miss a single one despite the empire that still demanded my attention daily. Carlos had rearranged half my schedule without asking just to make sure of it, something I'd pretended not to notice and silently appreciated more than I'd ever admit to him out loud. "Antonio, if you don't stop ho
AMY POVI had never imagined a wedding for myself, not really. Growing up in a house full of shattered plates and slammed doors hadn't left much room for dreaming about white dresses and flower arrangements, hadn't left room for dreaming about much of anything beyond getting through each day without becoming collateral damage in someone else's anger. But standing in front of the mirror in the back room of the chapel, watching Loretta fuss over the last few pins in my hair, I realized I'd been dreaming about this without knowing it — not the dress, not the flowers, but this exact feeling, the one where my chest felt too full to hold everything inside it, where happiness pressed up against the edges of my body like it might spill out through my skin if I wasn't careful."Stop fidgeting," Loretta scolded gently, though her own hands were shaking slightly as she adjusted my veil, her reflection in the mirror showing eyes already glassy with unshed tears. "You'll ruin the pins, and then we
ANTONIO POVThe house had taken eleven months to build, and I had visited it more times than I could count, standing in empty rooms imagining furniture that hadn't arrived yet, walls that hadn't been painted, a life that hadn't started yet but that I could already feel taking shape in the bones of the place, the way you can sometimes feel a storm coming before the first cloud appears on the horizon.I'd started the project before Amy ever knew about it, back when I'd told myself it was simply a smart investment, another property to add to a growing portfolio, another asset to diversify the empire I'd spent my whole life clawing together out of nothing. It hadn't taken long for the lie to fall apart in my own head. I knew, even back then, lying awake at night with blueprints spread across my desk, exactly who I was building it for. Every choice I made — the wide windows that let in the morning light, the garden space out back, the extra room upstairs I told the architect I wasn't sure
AMY POVHappiness, I had come to learn, was not a single feeling. It was a thousand small ones stacked on top of each other until they became too heavy to carry quietly, until they spilled out of you in the form of humming while you brushed your hair, or smiling at strangers for no reason, or crying in the produce aisle because a song came on the radio that reminded you of someone who finally loved you the way you'd always hoped someone would.I cried in a lot of produce aisles those days. I'd given up being embarrassed about it months ago."You're doing it again," Ravenna said, eyeing me over the rack of sundresses we'd been picking through for the better part of an hour, her sunglasses pushed up into perfectly styled hair, a coffee cup balanced in one manicured hand. "That dopey little smile. It's honestly a bit much, Amy.""I can't help it." I held a blue dress up against myself in the mirror, turning side to side, watching the fabric catch the light. "Do you think he'll like this
ANTONIO POVDocuments, I had learned over the years, were more dangerous than guns.A gun could kill a man once. A signature, properly placed on the right document at the right time, could erase him entirely — his properties, his accounts, his legacy, all of it folded quietly into someone else's name while the world moved on without ever noticing the theft had happened at all. No headlines, no funerals for an empire, just paperwork changing hands in rooms no one thought to look into.That was the kind of war I preferred to fight.“Enzo's lawyer is being difficult,” Carlos said, dropping into the chair across from my desk with the particular weariness of a man who had spent the entire morning on the phone arguing in circles. “Says he needs proper documentation proving succession before he'll release anything.”“Proper documentation.” I almost laughed, leaning back in my chair. “Enzo is dead, Carlos. There is no succession committee left to argue with him. La Tigre Nera doesn't exist an
ANTONIO POVA week of peace was apparently the most the universe was willing to grant me, because by Monday morning the warmth of the celebration had already given way to the cold, familiar weight of work, the way it always did, no matter how badly I wanted to stay in that terrace light a while longer.“Silvio's been spotted twice this week,” Carlos said, setting a folder on my desk and dropping into the chair across from me without waiting for permission, a habit I'd long since stopped correcting. “Once near the docks. Once outside the warehouse on Fifth.”“My brother's warehouse.”“Was your brother's warehouse,” Carlos corrected, and there was something almost gleeful in the way he said it, the satisfaction of a man who had waited a long time to say those words in the past tense.I opened the folder. Photographs, dates, a man who had once been one of my brother's most trusted lieutenants now skulking around property that should have been buried in legal limbo for months yet, tied up
Antonio's POVI replayed the video over and over again until I thought my head was going to explode. Night came, and I was still looking at it. It took a lot to break a man like Carlos, but if anyone was going to get there, it would be that twisted brother of mine. My fingers clenched and unclenche
Amy’s POV"Is that all, Madam?" The nice clerk asked me. The other two behind me that had been making fun of me and Antonio had their hands filled literally, the weight of it shaking down to their knees. I was making one purchase after the other, surprising myself. I looked nothing like the frugal
Amy’s PovI was now at the center of the store alone. Antonio didn't look like he wanted to leave, but I could see that his hands were tied. Beyond our plan, he was still one of the biggest mob bosses in the city. I could only imagine that his plate was full all the time, yet when he wasn't activel
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