Massimo’s POV. “…What the hell do you mean by that?” I asked, holding the phone steady on my ear. “Boss, I’m trying to tell you that everything happening now hasn’t been following our plan. I’m trying the best I can to convince the driver to be here as fast as he could. I wouldn’t be here till now, please give me some more time.” He pleaded. “Marcello, I’ll try to call you in less than an hour, you’ll have to wait and let me have some time with my right hand man. Rome would be here in less than…” the door opened and Romeo entered, I was shocked because he came in so fast and I didn’t detect he would be the one standing as he did. I exhaled and calmed my nerves and continued with the call right away. “…okay Marcell, I’ll call you back, he’s already here, make sure you guys get the package across the border and try to get in touch with me from time to time.” I hung up and turned to Rome as he walked up to me while I whispered. “I think there’s going to be a glitch somewhere.” Rome
Massimo’s POV. “Hello, Massimo…” I heard a voice finally after a while and I quickly recognized it. It was the voice of one of our arc rivals, characterized by his deepened and cracky bass voice. I exhaled and held the phone still, before turning to Rome and then to the prisoner who smiled at me from the ground. “Viktor, we meet again in yet another funny encounter, isn’t it?” He chuckled. “I don’t think it’s always the right context to use, you aren’t supposed to call such an encounter, ‘funny,’ it should be more intriguing, maybe ‘Divine,’ How’s your dear wife, Ana? Has she taken a warm bath already?” He asked. “Ana? I think she’s having one of the finest meals right now, and one more thing, she sends her regards too,” I replied in a sneer while he sighed. “Hmm, I don’t think you’re going to like the news I’ll be breaking now, the corpses of your men are so much here and trust me, you’ll see them, I’ve got your handle and I’ll have them forwarded to you right away. And as for M
Ana’s POV.“Dad, don’t bother yourself, I’ll be alright,” I sounded so childish on the phone as I spoke to my dad that morning. He felt so bothered and decided to speak to me immediately I woke up from sleep. “Daughter, you’ll have to be very careful, i'm quite aware the marriage has an essence, but at the same time, you’ll have to make it look as real as possible. The alliance shouldn’t be what it’s going to be centered on and as you know, the contract should span for at least a year before you can think of filing a divorce against him, maybe you could even grow to love him…”“Dad, that’s not happening, he isn’t the kind of person I’ll end up loving, Dad you’ve got to see the way he parades himself like a god in this premises, honestly I don’t like him that much, I’m not saying I hate him though, the love isn’t there, we’ll just have to act and play our roles as we’ve already agreed.” “Listen to me little princess, you’ve got to understand that I’m always watching after you, you’re
Massimo’s POV. I never thought He’ll be that fast. It happened like a dream to me and I felt maybe he would demand a ransom for Marcello but he didn’t.I grew so cold, staring at the phone and watching my man being butchered part by part like a meat to be sold in the market. Nothing broke me more than acknowledging the fact that he sent it to my sister first, maybe he knew it would break her so much because she was closer to Marcello than any of the men around here. I collected the phone from her and stared directly at Viktor. I observed my hands were shaking, slightly though, while I stared. Ana at this time held Isa while she cried bitterly. I breathed heavily and smiled at him. “You actually meant it, Viktor,” I said. From the phone Viktor held a knife and flapped it on the table beside him and sat. “Well, well, well. You think it’s all a joke right?! I told you I was going to deliver a present to you in a couple of hours and…” “Viktor, you didn’t specify the time when we talk
Massimo’s POV. I was so elated after such an encounter. It’s been a while since I had such pleasurable sex. I held her on me while she laid on my chest and picked the hairs there. She looked so relaxed and I hoped she was now settled with the uncommon hatred she had for me right from the very day I stepped foot in Russia. “Massimo,” She called and turned to me. Her eyes were so beautiful and I could feel the connection between us right away. It wasn’t the old me, I felt so relaxed and changed. “Yes,” I replied, smiling back. “Don’t you think maybe we should hang out together?” “What? Hang out? Ana, you just got rescued from the hands of some deadly kidnappers and I wouldn't want you to be taken again, maybe they could be planning something more dangerous.” I replied, my voice strong and affirmative. I was so surprised she actually talked about something like that. She would be in danger and maybe Viktor may have her butchered, just like he just did to Marcello. “Come on, you’re
Masimo’s POV“Come on Rome, we’re already late, you know the governor doesn’t like us to keep him waiting,” I carried the bag containing my documents as I called on Romeo who still had a lump of meat in his mouth. Vanessa prepared the chicken source for me and right then, walked up to me. Her eyes were glued to mine, her both hands folded while tilting her head, slightly. “Massimo, you said you were going to speak to Isabel about the new phone, and yet you haven’t even done anything about it.” She gazed at me intently, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Come on Vanessa, you and I know Isabel is capable of giving herself a better phone and in a hundred-fold, why would she keep on depending on me for this? I told her the other day that I’ll get back to her, but I came home late, I forgot about it, and you know, Marcello’s death hit me so hard.” My eyes flashed with defensiveness. I crossed my arms and stared back as she lashed at me. “Brother, she’s just 20 years old and you know it, you
Massimo’s POV. “I warned you about this, boss, and that was exactly what I felt, I knew he was going to ask for something in return, now see…” Rome said, as he accompanied me back to the vehicle. The meeting with the governor was such an intense one. I wasn’t ready to dwell on It. This was someone whom I thought would have my back because I was among the people who had him installed into that seat even though he wasn’t aware of it. “Rome, don’t worry, I’ll handle it my way,” I replied as I entered the vehicle and sat. My countenance was down and I felt like driving back home to have some sleep already because the meeting didn’t go as planned. “Boss, you heard what he said, he is going to make sure he gets you down if you don’t do as he says and trust me, if you don’t, you’ll be a long lasting enemy to him, we should have involved Mr. Volkov, at least he already has an alliance with us through his daughter, your wife!” “Rome, just keep your mouth shut and let’s head back home, we h
Massimo’s POV. I wished I didn’t go over to the governors place. But the truth was, he had the power and forces to pull me down in all ramifications. I saw no sense in his request though, asking me for a third of my company and also handing my sister, Vanessa, in marriage to him. It was a slap to my face and I saw that as being dehumanizing. I sat in the vehicle as Rome drove into the premises. All that clustered in my head was the meeting’s outcome and also, the fact that Vanessa would yell so hard after hearing such. I exhaled and rolled my lips in disappointment as I held the steering while Rome calmed me down. “Aren’t you going to forgive yourself and let’s head into that building, all we need to do is have a strategic plan with Mr. Volkov, and see where it leads to from there.” He replied as he opened the vehicle and walked down before his mobile phone rang. I heard him sound so curious on the call and from all I know about Rome, it’s either someone was dead, or someone was ab
Massimo’s POV. My office was cold. The air conditioner was already turned on and had lasted for the past one hour. My phone was pressed to my ear as I wrapped up the call. Suddenly, Marco opened the door and whispered. "Massimo, you have a visitor." I raised an eyebrow, annoyed at the interruption. Marco had accompanied me to work today since Rome was still recovering.I quickly ended the call and shook my head in an awkward gesture towards Marco. "What's going on?" I asked, trying to hide my irritation.Marco looked apologetic. "Sorry, boss. But I think this visitor is important. He attended the DLC meeting last year and had a significant impact on our discussions."My curiosity piqued, I leaned back in my chair. "What's so special about him?" I asked.Marco's expression turned serious. "I think you should meet him, boss. He might be able to help us with some... issues we're facing."I nodded, intrigued. "Alright, bring him in."Marco nodded and stepped out of the room. I took a s
Massimo’s POV. I sat behind my desk, my eyes locked on Domenico as I decided on the invitation from the counselor. I needed to know where he stood, whether he was with or against me. "Domenico, I want to make one thing clear," I said, my voice firm. "I need your loyalty. I need to know you're with me on this."Domenico nodded, his expression serious and sour. "Massimo, you know I'm with you. I've always been loyal to the family."I leaned back in my chair, my eyes narrowing. "Good. Because I have reasons to believe that there are those within our organization who would seek to undermine me. And I need to know that I can trust you."Domenico's face remained impassive, but I could see the hint of a question in his eyes. "What do you need to know, Massimo?" he asked.I leaned forward, my elbows on the desk. "I want to know about the recent shipment of drugs from the Mexicans. Have you received the records yet?" I asked. My voice is shrill and determined. I was so desperate for an inv
Ana’s POV.I sat in my room, staring at the fruits Martha had brought me. I usually love snacking on them, but today, I just couldn't seem to have an appetite. I picked up a slice of apple, but it felt heavy in my hand. I tried to take a bite, but the thought of eating made my stomach turn.I put the fruit down and stood up, trying to shake off the feeling. Maybe some fresh air would help. I took a few steps, but my legs felt like jelly. I stumbled, and my hands started shaking. My face felt cold. I looked down at my hands, and they were trembling like leaves.‘What's wrong with me?’I thought. I'm not sick. I'm just stressed, maybe. But why am I feeling like this? I tried to take a few more steps, but my legs wouldn't cooperate. I felt like I was going to collapse.‘Come on Ana, think.’ I muttered to myself, trying to make sense of what was happening. The recent killings and kidnappings had been weighing heavily on my mind. The tension between the Cosa Nostra and the other Mafia gro
Massimo’s POVBeing intrigued by the meeting was my thing. I stood at the bar and tried to adjust the collar of my dress as I heard the phone on the bed ring out loud. I wasn’t hesitant to take the call since I knew what awaited me for the day. “Massimo,” I heard Isabel’s Voice as she called me downstairs. “What is the problem,” I replied as I quickly walked down to the window and peeped through to see the white Mercedes which was parked just in front of the gate. It was so surprising to see the flag and logo of the New York State boldly stamped on the bonnet. “Who the hell is that?” I inquired. Isabel’s voice turned shrill and I could feel the tension in me as she continued. My heart raced right away. “I think it has to be someone from the government house, maybe.” “And maybe that could be Baize, I was just trying to imagine the governor with me in the same room in the meeting and just now I’m seeing his party…” ‘Knock, Knock!’ That was the sound on my door. I tightened the lac
Ana’s POV. I was trying to catch a glimpse of what he was actually trying to do as he raised my legs up. I tried as much as possible to bear the pain from the doggy sex as he lashed so hard.“Come on, what’s happening? You’re not even moaning at all, this ain’t the real you, Ana, something’s wrong somewhere.” “Massimo, you’re the one on me and just take a look at the way you raised my legs. I’m so uncomfortable and from the way I see it, I don’t think you’re ready to reach orgasm anyway.” I replied. My face stern as I laid on the bed and backed him. I felt so frustrated that I was having unprotected sex with him and all he could do was complain that I wasn’t moaning? If he needed to hear a moan maybe he could go on a porn site and have himself full of it. I tried to relax myself and calm my nerves. Nothing more mattered to me than his ejaculation. He exhaled and sighed before spreading my legs angrily. His hands fastened on my left leg as I felt him thrust. He continued and this t
Massimo’s POV. I was in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie as I tried to shake off the feeling of unease that had been lingering inside me. The atmosphere was tense, and I knew I was in for a rough ride soon. But I wasn't one to back down from a challenge. I took a deep breath and focused on getting ready for the day ahead.Just as I was finishing up, Marco walked into my room. His presence was a welcome distraction from the thoughts that had been plaguing me. "Hey, boss," he said, his voice casual. I nodded, and he continued, "I just talked to Anastasya. She's doing well."My interest piqued, I turned to him. "How's your relationship with her been?" I asked, genuinely curious. Marco's expression was neutral, but I could sense a hint of tension beneath the surface. "It's okay," he replied. I wasn't convinced. Marco's tone seemed off, and I couldn't help but wonder what was really going on between him and Anastasya. I nodded, trying to appear nonchalant, but my mind was racing wit
Massimo’s POV I stood on my balcony, sipping my tea and gazing out at the city below. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the buildings. I felt a sense of calm over me as I breathed in the evening air. Just as I was getting lost in thought, Rome walked and stood beside me."The flowers are ready," he said, his voice low and serious. I nodded, knowing exactly what he was talking about. Those flowers weren't ordinary flowers. They were a part of my business, a means I used to traffic drugs around the country. I didn't have a retail outlet, but a network of people who helped us move our product.I took one last sip of my tea and set the cup down. "I'll be downstairs with them in a minute," I told Rome. He nodded and turned to leave, but not before I caught a glimpse of a smile on his face.As he walked away, I muttered to myself, thinking about all the things I'd been through. The struggles, the fights, the losses. But I'd always come out on top.I built this busines
Massimo’s POV. My eyes scanned the surroundings, and they landed on Vanesa and Marco standing by the garage. My gaze locked onto Vanesa's, and I could see the mix of emotions on her face. But as I took in the scene. The bruise on Marco's cheekbone was a stark reminder of the incident that had taken place. I walked towards them, my strides long and purposeful. Vanesa's face lit up with joy, and she ran towards me, throwing her arms around me in a tight hug. "Massimo!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with emotion. I hugged her back, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. Marco approached us, and we shook hands, his eyes acknowledging the tension between us.As I held Vanesa, I glanced over her shoulder and saw my Ana standing at the door of the building, a smile spreading across her face. "Ana?" I said. My eyes never left my wife's. Vanesa chuckled and stepped aside, allowing my wife to run towards me. She jumped into my arms, and I caught her, spinning her around in a circle. Tear
Vanesa’s POV. I couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt and regret that had been weighing me down since I hit Marco. My pride was swollen, and I didn't want to swallow it. Being so arrogant was my thing though, and I felt maybe that day, it would have to come to an end. I walked around the premises, trying to clear my head, but my feet seemed to have a mind of their own. Before I knew it, I found myself standing in front of the garage, where I knew Marco often took a seat to reminisce.I spotted him sitting on a bench, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. I approached him quietly and my face twisted in a mixture of emotions. I couldn’t walk to him because I felt so guilty and couldn’t do anything at all. All that mattered as I stood behind him was asking for his forgiveness right away and letting down my ego. I was astonished as he asked, "What do you want?" without even turning around.I was taken aback, surprised that he hadn't noticed me standing there. I walked around to his s