Tanya's Pov By the time I met Dante, I found that he was making some phone calls. I had a sudden feeling that they were preemptory ones because he was planning something. I observed his expression for a moment, and upon seeing the grim expression on his face, I realised that he intended to leave. "Don't tell me..." I said once he was done with the call. He looked at me before managing a smile. "We are not safe anymore, not even me. I should have thought about it earlier. It's rather annoying that I had to figure it out from Rodrigo." I looked at him in surprise. I could vaguely remember Rodrigo telling me to tell him about this. Did that not mean he was not supposed to know about it yet, as I had not told him yet? "I asked him about where he was off to when I saw him acting all weird and uptight," he told me with a roll of his eyes. "Honestly, things don't always need a serious cryptic explanation." "Where is he now?" I asked, feeling like I was being left behind. I
Rodrigo POV I had to admit she was one of the strongest I had ever met. For some reason, she could keep up and pace with me, and that was also because she was pregnant. I felt happy knowing we had many more rounds like that to come in our lifetime. If that was the only compensation for the loss accumulated throughout the last couple of weeks, it was worth it. I got up from the bed, finally. After such a long time, I had been determined to leave her as soon as possible, but somehow, she had convinced me to stay. And stay I did, throughout the night, over to the following day, and even now. I didn't want to leave. Even though we didn't have sex throughout the entire night, the kisses and hugs we lovingly gave each other were enough to keep me excited all the way. She made a sleepy sound as I slipped away carefully, not wanting her to know I was going. Who knew how long I would stay back if she wanted me to? After all, I couldn't resist once, and most likely, I wouldn't be able t
TANYA’S POV They say life can fuck you up within the glimpse of an eye. Well they didn’t lie because my Father did.Never did I think I will be standing in front of this ruthless man my Gambler of a Father sold me off to, in a bid to pay off his debts. I could feel his eyes glued on me in the desperate attempt to get under my skin, probably to find out what I was thinking.We were standing inside a club. I was looking at my feet, ignoring the other girls around me. Some of them changing into another wear while some adjusted their make-up.I felt my heart pounding so loudly against my ribcage. My hands were shaking vigorously while I bit on my lower lip to stop myself from breaking down.My Father ruined me. He just jeorpadized every chance of me going back to school again just like back then that I had to drop out because we ran out of money while he continued to show up with betting tickets.I thought his addiction would only last for a while and maybe soon he would lose interest b
TANYA’S POV I knew things were about to go from worse to terrible when he stormed over to me, snatching the file from me. I watched as his eyes ran over them. My breathe hitching to announce the fear that was about to devour me. He raised his eyes to look at me. Being up close, gave me a clearer vision of his looks. He looked dangerously breathtaking. He excited me. You know that feeling when you are scared to hell while watching an horror movie but you can’t stop watching because it excites you.Yes!Something of that sort.“Who asked you to take…” He was saying, his voice harsh, showcasing his anger.He paused to drag in a breathe. His jaw clenching together as he probably thought of the best thing to do to me. Was he going to kill me?It looked like he would.Before I knew it, he pulled out his phone from his pant’s pocket and dialed a number then placed it on his left ear. He was putting on a Blue suit that hung so well to his broad shoulder, doing it little justice.“I found
TANYA’S POV I fluttered my eyelids open for the umpteenth time while a sigh escaped my dry lips. I was bored, so bored that I could see myself losing my sanity because of that. Today marked the third day since I got here. I had thought Mr. Enzo or Father would come looking for me but little did I know that was never going to happen because I was stuck here. I haven’t stepped out of this space since then. Since the night we got here and he coldly ordered his guards to look me in this room, I haven’t laid my eyes on him.Annoying freak!I despised the fact that he was really going to take me prisoner. A part of me had believed the words would make him melt and he would let me walk away alive after a stern warning but I was totally wrong.Huff!Another sigh ran pass my lips.Being in an enclosed space for too long was start to make me dizzy. My lungs desperately demanded some fresh air, inhaling deeply, I got on my legs and walked towards the window. My hands aimed at pushing it open
Rodrigo's POVIt had been two days since Father called me, claiming he wanted to see me. At first, I tried to ignore his wish and devise an excuse, but I believed it was the best to do all I could till the older man gave me my right. It was a long drive back to his mansion, which held many bittersweet memories. My car tires crushed the stones beneath them as I stopped before the house.The second I stepped out of the car, a chilling gust of wind gave me a welcome. I let out a sigh.Today was the D-day. The day I had awaited for so long. The day that Father would make me the capo, the head of the Mafia world—a position I have had to work my way up to.With a sigh, I made my way in. Lucas, one of my father's trusted men, crossed paths with me by the landing of the stairs. Our eyes met. “Back home, I see,” his voice dragged as he looked at me with a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Father wanted to see me,” I responded and watched him nod softly. “Makes sense that Augusto would want t
RODRIGO’S POVToday was the day of the wedding. After making her sign the wedding certificate at gunpoint, we still had to put up a show, and he had to believe that I actually loved the woman I was marrying. I adjusted my navy blue blazer, and it was fitted. After styling my hair, I spun around and made my way to her room. There she was, seated before a mirror as the makeup artist did the finishing touches on her face. Her jaw was clenched, and she had on a slight frown, proof that she didn't want to be here. Worse more, doing this with me, but I gave little fuck about it.With one last dap of brown powder, she was good to go. The makeup artist made eye contact with me before lowering her gaze and hastily making her exit, rightfully terrified of me.Maybe under a different circumstance, I would’ve appreciated her dress and the way it complimented her curves.But I couldn’t, not today. I eyed her reflection, and her gaze met mine, but she didn't dare to look back. Fear!It was all
TANYA’S POV My eyes trailed over my reflection in the mirror as I got rid of all the makeup. My bracelets and accessories made a clattering sound with each one I tossed away. Anger and hatred surged through me; the image of his face flashed in my head, and the urge to break all his bones soared higher. Pausing a little, I sent myself glances, taking note of how well my wedding gown complimented me—never had the thought of marriage crossed my mind, but this! This wasn't how I thought it would be. Granted, it was expensive, no doubt, but I had imagined my wedding to be the ethereal one that would give me butterflies in my belly as I walked down the aisle to my charming prince if I ever decided to. But definitely not this! Sighing, my fingers fiddled with my earrings, and soon, it was lying on the table, too. But what now? What was to happen after the wedding vows? The wedding night? Was I really going to have sex with a man I despised? Pulling down the sleeves of my d