LUCA.Flashes of cameras followed, loud murmurs erupted amongst the crowd as Isabella stared wide-eyed at me in disbelief.Oh, I knew what was going through her head at that moment. The thought that she’d suddenly become a mother overnight—she wasn’t prepared for it, but I knew she’d be the best.I always wanted a family, and although I’d derailed from the plan to begin with—I should have married Alessia, kept up a public-saving face just for the press—but standing there, exchanging those vows, barely seconds ago, I knew I couldn’t. I loved Isabella, and she’d be the only person to ever wear my Ricci ring on that finger.“You can’t do this to me! You can’t just toss me aside—the child is mine!” Alessia chanted, her words holding a loud echo. But I only nodded slowly, not having the least bit of empathy for her.“I can, Alessia, and I have,” I murmured, storming past her toward Isabella. I locked my fingers into hers, her widened gaze still fixated on me as she held my son closer to he
LUCA'S POV.I tensed seeing Isabella settled into the car with me. I’d gotten notified beforehand by Antonio about her joining in on the plan.Yet it hadn’t prepared me for this moment. I swallowed hard, trying to distract myself with the thought of Antonio also making an appearance to the Bratva about being alive too. For a billion and one reasons, I didn’t see today ending well by any means.“Good day,” I greeted slowly, my words hanging thin as I spoke. My heart raced in my chest, seeing how she locked her gaze with mine before moving them from my hair down to my feet and back up in a painfully slow motion that bothered me.“Can we please not do this, Isabella? I do not want to lose you, and I feel like an asshole for ruining what we’ve been building. But can we please…”“Start over again?” she asked, stealing the words right off my lips. I swallowed hard, my Adam’s apple bobbing. Yes, I was scared.I’d literally lied to her face, knowing full well she was a no-nonsense type of lad
ISABELLA.“Fuck no!” I snapped, swiping my arms away from his clutch. Antonio pressed harder against me, cupping my cheeks into his palms, his gaze filled with pity and pain. And as much as I knew he meant a lot to me, I'd not give in to this crappy plan of theirs.“Are you insane?” I asked through gritted teeth, trying hard not to yell. Luca had locked me up last night, and I'd seen that obsessive, control-freak-slash-psychotic look in his eyes.Imagine my shock when the door had creaked open for me to see Antonio. Yes, I was happy to have him around and talk some sense into me, but the joy-filled moment was drawn short after hearing their all-brilliant, dumbass plan.“Can you listen to yourself, for goodness' sake? You want to trick her into an adoption? What sort of monster does that?” I asked, now raising my voice as I spoke. Antonio sighed for the fifth time this morning, looking at me like I was some lost cause.“Isabella, this is the only way. You don’t know Alessia like we do,
LUCA'S POVI felt fucking terrible. My head banged heavily — one would think I'd gotten used to alcohol after my several binging episodes, but no. I still felt every painful hangover. My poor liver, having to put up with the toxic liquid I pour down into it every day.Drawing out a long sigh, I reached for the table, popping the ibuprofen into my mouth and gulping the water slowly before finally parting my eyes widely."Fuck! You scared me!" I screamed, jolting slightly before raking my fingers through my hair, seeing Macini standing awkwardly by the door, both arms crossed over his frame, leaning against the door."Got your head together? Because we have a lot of crap to deal with," Macini complained, his tone sharp. The events of last night sank into my mind, and I felt a stab in my heart briefly."Where's Antonio? I'd rather speak with him than you," I complained, pushing myself to sit upright in bed."Well, news flash, he isn’t home. I'm here and will be talking some sense into yo
ANTONIO'S POV.The doorbell rang on cue as I walked past the kitchen doors, perking my head slightly out. A subtle groan escaped Macinni's lips as he eyed me like a starving predator."Go get the door, stop gawking," I ordered, dabbing my wet strands of hair with a towel. I fumed beneath my breath, hating how the day had turned.Macinni and I had spoken not a word of it. He knew I needed my patience and my personal space.It'd been a lot to take in, and I couldn't believe it — Alessia had kept the goddamned baby she was so knee-bent on aborting. I remembered vividly how much he'd gone down the hole of despair. I'd watched his unhealthy obsession over Alessia grow, and I tried my best.It took him years to crawl back out.And finally, he'd started to heal, build up a life of his own with Isabella — and it all went down to dust, a crumbling mess.And Isabella.What the hell was I to do? I couldn't meddle in her affairs again. I loved her. But not in that way anymore. Somehow Macinni had
LUCAS POV.“Hand him over!” I snapped as soon as I stormed back into the dining hall. Antonio and Macinni had left just as they’d informed earlier, and Viviana sat with the child tucked between her lap while Alessia sat adjacent, eating and fitting into place like she’d lived here all along with me… maybe she had, but that had been in the past.And I’d be damned if I let her worm her way back into my life, should it have happened other ways I’d understand, but not this—not now.“I’m not giving you my child, Luca,” Alessia responded, dabbing the napkin right to the sides of her mouth while I stared at her, fascinated at how devilish she could be.“Really? Alessia? A goddamn baby?” I questioned, trying to hide the spite in my words.She shrugged again before reaching for the child from Viviana, who handed him over without hesitation.“I’d let you talk to him, touch him maybe in the last few minutes, and you get to see him once a day. Then…”“You don’t get to lecture me on how the fuck I