Anastasya’s POV. The door to the living room opened and I stumbled on a charming young man. I had no idea who he was, but I saw something spectacular in his looks. He looked just like Massimo. I was intrigued by his pink lips and his jawline. The soft stare from his eyes gripped me. I grew so speechless as he watched back. Our eyes were glued to each other. Just as I raised my left brows, I turned to see Isabel run off to meet him. “Enzo!” She screamed. ‘ENZO?’ I muttered. She rushed towards him and jumped on his body. I’ve never seen her as elated as that before, she couldn’t control herself in one bit. Maybe that would be a notable member of the De Luca empire, I guessed. “Cousin! What’s up?! You didn’t even tell us you were coming back home today, how’s your flight?” She asked, her face beaming with a cheerful smile while she led him to the couch beside me. He looked so handsome and along the line directed his stares at me. ‘This man better not do what I’m thinking,’ I muttered
Ana’s POV. I was at the lounge, the building meant for Massimo’s men when I heard him shout. “Get the truck and load them! Now! Those boys think I’m here to joke with them.” He said as he walked quickly through the corridor while I followed behind. “Massi, what’s the problem?” I asked. Walking quickly behind him as he walked so fast. “Ana, you’ve got to keep your eyes open, this city isn’t safe, things are getting out of hand and trust me, you’ll get to know when the time’s right, everything boils down to you, staying out of trouble and staying put, bullets, flying bullets could take a man down all of a sudden, I’ll make sure Isabel takes good care of you while you’re here,” he replied as he turned back to face Rome who was already with a brief case which I sensed had a gun in it. “Come on, you’re not telling me what I need to know, I’m your wife for goodness sake and here I am, trying to dance around a ray of thoughts, flowing through my veins. “Boss, they’ve taken down two of
Massimo’s POV. My hands were bleeding as I walked down from the vehicle. I held it with a cloth which Rome gave me a few minutes ago while the police came. Everything we planned that day almost went to waste and we were so lucky Isabel, who was our ‘eyes in the sky’, found a special route for us, else, that would probably be the end of the Cosa Nostra. I walked down to the vehicle which Vanessa was and held her steady while the stretcher was brought forth and she was carried straight to the medical unit of the premises. Isabel rushed out immediately, screaming. “Brother, I warned you about him, I warned you but you didn’t listen to me! Now see what you’ve caused! What has happened to her?!” She yelled as she rushed down to where Vanessa was. She laid in pains on the Stretcher like a log of wood, almost dead as the men took her away, to the room. It was a few minutes past 12 that night and I needed to have some rest, my wounds also needed to be treated by the Mafia’s nurse, but as th
Ana’s POV. My eyes felt so heavy as I walked into the room and discovered she was already awake. Isabel stood close to her while she leaned on the wall, her hands folded and her eyes clouded with tears. It was Indeed a very deadly mission which they carried out and were so lucky to cover their tracks. I was so bothered about them. I wouldn’t be able to hold my tears as I spotted the bandage which was tied around her shoulders. The nurse was done and ready to leave. She just finished talking to her and needed to see Massimo. “Hi, you must be the Pakhans daughter, right?” The nurse asked as she walked and stood right in front of me. “Yes, so, do you know me somewhere?” I asked, looking so surprised. My eyes glued to her as I stood in shock and wondered how she got to know me. “Hmm, don’t be surprised, I actually grew up around the Russian bratva, my dad’s a renowned member, and I used to play with your kid sister some years back when we were in Moscow, that was before relocating to
Massimo’s POV. It was dawn. I couldn’t imagine how best to tear the prisoner, my prisoner. I wanted to make sure he sees himself dying, and in bits, maybe that would make me happier. I walked down to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror there. I stared at my sleepy face and sighed. It was such a sigh of relief. I imagined the possibility of not being successful in the operation which my men and I went through last night and what would have happened when the people finally got to know about me, being the one responsible for the drugs. I turned on the shower and just then, heard a knock on my door. ‘Knock knock’I listened attentively for the second time before I heard Anastasya’s voice. “Massi, are you up already, I want us to talk” she echoed. “I’m at the bathroom, I’ll be right there in 10,” I replied, I raised my voice and hoped she heard me. After a while the knocking stopped. I stood under the shower and felt the ease as the water dropped on my skin. I should be home
Massimo’s POV I walked round the scene and discovered how messy it was. I never thought someone like Viktor would have the guts to take his own life. I turned to the men who stood behind me. “Take him away, he’s got to be burned,” I commanded and just then, Romeo called my attention. “Boss, I’m sorry to ask, you need us to burn his body and not bury him?” He inquired. His face was curious and the flesh on his forehead was wrinkled, his eyes were wide open. “You heard me clearly, you’ve got to do as I say, take this damn dead rat away from my presence and make sure you burn his body. I’ll love to see a video of it,” “Massimo, there’s actually no need for that, I felt maybe we could just dispose of him in the swamp or maybe just ask the men to take him back to the Mother earth,” he said, his hands folded as he casted a confusing stare at me and waited my response. “You don’t have to play games with me Romeo, I gave you an order and you’ve got to follow that, I don’t need to talk fu
Chapter 44. Ana’s POV. One week and 4 days later. ‘I think I’ll be needing a job soon,’ I whispered underneath my breath as I scrolled through my phone. I was trying to see if I’ll be connected to any of the remote writing jobs available. I didn’t want to do this because I had no money or perhaps, either Massimo or my dad couldn’t care for me, but I needed to earn a living on my own as a lady and a wife, not just sit and depend on the cash from my Millionaire father and Billionaire husband. The room was looking littered with clothes all over while I sat at the edge of the bed. I could see the silver lining Isabel gave me two days ago, sitting right at the edge of the drawer. That wasn’t so good. I stood to my feet, feeling so drowsy, I gave out a gigantic yawn. My eyes flipped twice and I listened for a moment. It was so quiet that day. It felt like everyone inhabiting the premises had ran off. I felt like the only one in the whole since I could hear the sound of a pin which fell t
Massimo’s POV. The Cosa Nostra would be having a meeting in a couple of minutes and this was to discuss the recent blackmails and spies across the city. It wasn’t news anymore that the governor was now an enemy to the mafia and he'd do everything it took to bring us down, in every possible way he could. I walked right to my mirror in my office while I had a close stare at my outfit for the meeting. My yellow blazers and black tie matched the event. I held my spectacles, worth over two hundred dollars, in my left hands while I casted a sharp wink at the reflection on the mirror. ‘You’re such a dish, Massi,’ I muttered as I stood with my right hands in my pocket. I walked down to the table and turned on the music box which was already connected to my phone via Bluetooth. ‘What song would I play now…’ I whispered as I scrolled through my phone to find any of my nicest music to play. I finally stumbled on my best song, it's a song by Eminem-‘I’m not afraid’. I could listen to that son
Massimo’s POV. I sat in my office, the dim light casting weird shadows on the walls. I held a glass of whisky, watching the liquid swirl around. My mind was stuck on the deal with Adolphus and the CNC. And then there was Rosalia, my ex. The thought of working with her made me super uncomfortable. I took a sip of the whisky, feeling it burn my throat. I needed a plan to get out of this deal or limit her involvement. But every idea I came up with seemed flawed.Just as I was deep in thought, I heard a knock on the door. My instincts immediately went on high alert, and I turned towards the door, my eyes narrowing. ‘Who could it be?’ I wasn't expecting anyone.The door opened, and a figure stepped in. I relaxed slightly as I saw it was Rome. My tension eased, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me."Rome!" I exclaimed, setting my glass down and staring at him. We embraced and a warm smile spread across my face."How are you?" I asked, stepping back to examine him.Rome smiled, his ey
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