Ana’s POV. I felt so much pain on my cheek and tried to absorb it. I couldn’t imagine trying to scold him, like he sister just did. I kept mute and reminisced on the things which he had just said that early morning. Isabel had gone back to her room and all I could recall was nothing but his humble and frustrating stare. I felt like walking out of the room immediately. Because the pain which I felt at that point in time was nothing compared to the fear which engulfed me at the moment. I shook my head and held myself backwards. He left to get me a glass of water a few minutes ago so I turned off the light. I needed to wear a new dress right away and as fast as I could before he returned. “How are you doing today?” I heard his voice as he entered my room. I turned off the lights initially but he walked in and chuckled. “Why did you turn off the bright lights completely?” He asked. His hands were searching for the switch and I could sense he was getting closer to it so I tried to cover
Massimo’s POV. ‘Behold a sunny day,’ I muttered as I held the cup of tea in my hand while I made for the vehicle. I was trying to have a clear head as I recalled the incident at the station. It was a very crazy encounter as the police men had me interrogated at the spot. I couldn’t point my fingers at why the governor of the state would want to play such games with me. He knew he was playing with fire and I would do all I could, in my power, to come back for a reckoning, maybe having a proper plan for that would be the best thing to be done at the moment. The Scene welcomed Enzo as he walked down to my point and stood right before me. He wasn’t looking so happy from all I observed. I saw his face squeezed and his mouth folded. His hands clenched and he posed like he was about to go into a deep fight with me at the stands. I chuckled. “Come on man, what is the actual meaning of this?” I asked, my face brightened and I took a deep breath. It was one of the funniest moments of my life
Massimo POVIt wasn’t going to be so funny if Enzo leaves. He’s one of the strongest men the Cosa Nostra had ever known, but I still couldn’t believe he would act in such a manner, and towards me. I tried the best I could to make sure that I had a thorough control over myself and also my emotions as I stumbled on the text which popped up on my phone. It was from Ana’s brother. ‘I’ll be at your office soon, so please, make sure that mad dog isn’t going to be on site, else I’ll kill him,’ he ended it with an angry face emoji and maybe had that been a way he’ll be able to convey his message. I shook my head and smiled back. I dropped the phone and after a while, turned to the clock. It was getting pretty late and maybe I wouldn’t be able to check for the other messages he dropped earlier. I had to begin the analysis and the checkups immediately. I was thrilled to hear a knock at the door and I paused. For a minute I guessed who that person was going to be because Rome wouldn’t knock th
Massimo’s POV. It was such a horrible minute. Maybe that would stand as one of the most terrible meetings I’ve had in my entire life. I was so ashamed of the offer he brought before me. ‘How the hell would someone be trying to annihilate his own father just to acquire wealth and power?’ I muttered and walked down to the other side of the hallway in the court as I reminisced. I was to hold a counter meeting with the Mafia and that was to be with immediate effect. I tried the best I could to have myself in check as I watched the trees in the garden and realized that Rome was already there. He signaled and nodded. “I think it’s time,” He had this telepathic connection with me as I smiled wryly and had my hands in my pocket. The meeting was filled up already and I could see the smile on Ana’s face as the latest Mafia in the Cosa Nostra. She stood to her feet and gave me a hug right away. Vanessa wasn’t looking so happy. I felt her pain and spotted the wrinkle on the corners of her ey
Ana’s POV. It’s been two days since the meeting which had Massimo erupt like a Volcano. He almost reacted harshly towards Domenico and that got us all bothered. On my own path, I wondered what would actually be the reason why he’ll have to deny Enzo his right in the Cosa Nostra. Enzo was guilty, that was a known fact, but the punishment he got in turn was way too far from what I even expected. I felt like I’d get hungry if I didn't see Martha immediately, because I had informed her that I’ll be having a fast for the day. But that was just a custom I tried to emulate from my home in Russia. I was trying to act so nice as I walked down to the garden to see if I’ll be able to find her there but all of a sudden, I stumbled on a figure who sat underneath a tree, and from all I observed, he was in deep thoughts. I could imagine the tension he’ll be feeling right away. I walked closer to him and stood behind. He didn’t wait to see whom it was, but knew for certain it would be a lady. His i
Massimo’s POV. Trip to Madrid. The Cosa Nostra, as one of the greatest and most influential mafias in the world, had to be represented at the gatherings of my mafia union which was to be held in Rome and I had to be with the Mi Familia Syndicate; a deadly and fierce mafia in Spain. I would be appointing someone to be in charge of the Cosa Nostra for the meantime, but seeing the behavior of my sister, Vanesa, I just had to make Isabel the acting head of the Mafia, and maybe still have my ears on ground for any info I’ll receive. I was in my room and tried to see if I’ll be able to have a suitable dress for the day. We should be at the airport in a couple of minutes before the flight takes off. I stared at my reflection in the mirror as I beamed with a smile. My cheek was curvy and I could tell how handsome I was. ‘You’re a dish Massimo, I mumbled,’ and adjusted the collar of my top. I heard a Knock on my door and I knew for certain, it would be Rome. “Come on in, Rome,” I said, my
Massimo’s POV. I just needed to be sure I was still alive at least. I touched my head and then my jaws which made me grow slowly. “Ouch!” I cried. I felt the bruises all over me. I tried to turn over. The last thing I recalled was the fall, down the valley while the men shot at us. I tried to shake off the dust on my feet and at the same time, I searched the environment to see if Rome would be spotted anywhere close.My arm felt somewhat broken, and this time, it felt like something was going off, maybe from the Cosa Nostra. I could barely feel my left arm, my body was bruised and covered in blood. I breathed heavily and turned. The bush was so quiet. My heart quivered and I felt a touch of fear. My eyes narrowed at the sight of a substance on the ground. I felt it creep into my trouser. ‘What the hell would that be?’ I muttered and just as I tried to deep my hands in, I spotted a python snake and screamed. ‘What the fuck!’ I rushed up and shook my legs immediately. it crawled out
Ana’s POVI’ve been trying to call him for some time now, but he wasn’t picking up the phone. I literally sensed danger along the line while he hugged me the previous day. I was totally out of my mind. My heart was bleeding as I dialed the number but all along it was ‘Switched off’ or I would hear the ‘Not reachable’ note. I imagined something awful had happened to them while they journeyed. My voice was sounding so low as I spoke to the maiden about Marco’s whereabouts. Martha stood with her hands crossed while I spoke. “Are you sure the whole thing wouldn’t turn out to be a mess?” I asked. My face soured as she stood and thought for a while before turning back to me. “Mrs. De Luca, I wouldn’t be in the position to say if something had gone wrong or not, but one thing is for sure. I think the Don would be having a great day, he’s been the most feared and most cherished personality that I’ve ever known. Even the Politicians and honorables fear him. Maybe you just have to give him s
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