LOGINAmy's pov
I sealed the last cardboard box and wiped the sweat off my brow with the back of my hand.
Seven hours of packing and finally done, Jeremy had dipped out thirty minutes in to visit a friend since they won't be seeing each other often when we move.
I'd dialed him about a dozen times since then, straight to voicemail.
“Seriously Jeremy?!” I hissed into my phone when he still wasn't answering.
I was trying so hard to make us work, why was he making it difficult for me?
Suddenly my phone started to ring and I picked it up from our bed. “Babe, I won.”
The phone nearly slipped past my hands, “No way…” I said unintentionally.
He didn't seem to mind.
“It's ten million dollars, baby. I'm finally going to give you the life you deserve.”
Tears welled up in my eyes, “I'm so sorry for ever doubting you. Why don't you come home, let's celebrate…”
“Actually, I already booked us a room in a five star hotel. I'll text you the address. Make sure you wear something nice,”
More tears.
I got dressed at the speed of light, even wore some lipstick and styled my hair simple but elegantly.
Fifteen minutes later I was in the lobby of the hotel, legs wobbling with every step, the excitement making me unable to walk straight.
He sent me a text when I entered the elevator; “I'll be putting a blindfold on you when you walk in so keep your eyes closed before then.”
I replied to the text and went back to bubbling with excitement.
Finally I wouldn't be the only one footing bills, we could pay off all our student debt, buy a house for the two kids we'll have.
My eyelids were shut tight as I entered the unlocked hotel room, two steps in and there was already a blindfold around my eyes.
I tried to reach for Jeremy but he stepped away from my touch.
“Give me a strip tease.”
I was too excited to think, slowly I began to undress. Good thing I wore matching underwear. He started asking me to pose, it was a bit tantalizing at first then it got weird.
“All right Jeremy, where are you?” I said playfully with a small laugh reaching to touch him and then I fell to the warmth of a human body under fabric and smiled.
“Jeremy…” I reached up, held his face and kissed him, his lips parted immediately possessively taking mine but something didn't feel right however my head was spinning with how good of a kiss it was so I didn't question it just dive deeper until I had to back away for air.
“Jeremy, that was amazing…” I said pulling off the blindfold because I was impatient now.
The smile on my face immediately shrunk when I saw who was in front of me, a man with shoulders as broad as valleys covered with a deep darkish navy blue suit and more noticeably my strawberry lipstick smeared across his lips.
“Who the hell are you?!” I screamed , backing away, my eyes spinning around looking for Jeremy.
But he wasn't in the room.
“What did you do to Jeremy?!” I said at the top of my voice stomping forward, the man met my stride standing up to his full height which was almost a complete foot taller than me and I wasn't exactly a short woman.
After recovering from his insane height it suddenly struck me that I was nude except for my underwear, I protectively clutched around my chest and my panty still seething.
“Just wait when my boyfriend comes he’ll kick your-”
“You don't have a boyfriend anymore,” the man said as if it was a matter of fact, “from now on you belong to me.”
Then without warning someone came from behind it and a damp cloth was pressed against my face. I kicked and screamed but eventually my entire body went limp until my eyes closed.
•••••••••
A house with a white picket fence
Two cute kids running around
And my adoring husband by myself.
That was all I wanted, was that so terrible? Did I not deserve to be happy too? After everything I've been through, don't I deserve just a little bit of happiness?
Probably not, misery was my longest companion.
Perhaps that was never meant to change.
When my eyes peeled open the first thing I took in was the artificial lights burning my retinas then it was a middle aged woman knelt beside me as I was submerged in a tub.
“Don't touch me!” I tried to get away from the woman but her grip despite her age was as firm as iron.
My head was still feeling a bit dizzy so it was hard to coordinate myself and resist the other woman. She finished bathing me as if I was three, helped me out with the tub and handed me a towel and a nightgown that was all but perfectly transparent.
“Mr Moretti wants you to wear this,” her voice vibrated with deep respect when she mentioned that name. My instincts told me that it was the same pervert from the hotel room.
I had half the mind to scream, kick and resist but that would only make things harder for me.
What I need to do right now is buy time for Jeremy to rescue me.
There were a lot of things not adding up but if I couldn't trust my boyfriend of half a decade then who else could I trust?
I wore the nightgown that covered next to nothing, the woman escorted me out of the room and led me through a carpeted hall adorned with decorational vases and paintings. I could smell the old money coming off from the place.
Why would someone this loaded need to resort to kidnapping?
Was he in cohorts with the casino where Jeremy went to gamble, I've heard that some casinos pull dirty tricks when they don't want to give a huge payout.
My head was spinning with a million and one thoughts until I was pushed as gently as possible to what appeared to be a study.
Then I heard that rich voice again brushing my ears.
“Finally you're here.”
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
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
Antonio's POVIt's been a week.I haven't seen her since then, so I couldn't bring myself to do so. Instead I've been switching hotels and calling Carlos every time I get the chance."No offense boss but if you're so worried about her why don't you just come here and see for yourself how she's doin
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







