Prologue/Chapter One

She gazed into his daring deep eyes as a smile began to coat her angel-like face. “That was fun.” She spoke as she bit her lips softly.

He trailed his hands up her thighs delicately caressing her skin before squeezing her ass. “It was.” He smirks. 

He already had the habit of scratching his beards whenever he was nervous or scared. “What's wrong?” she asked. 

“Your husband,” he began. “What if he finds out about what we've been doing?”

She rolled her eyes and turned to face the white walls in his room. “Stop being so dumb.” She groaned. “My husband is a powerful man, he cares too much about his work to bother about me.” 

“And the child in your stomach?” He continued. 

“He believes it's his. He won't find out about a thing.” She assured him. 

He glanced up at the clock to see it was three in the morning. “Won't he be wondering where you are?” He questioned. 

“I told him I was at Haven's house because she lost her bestfriend and needs all the support she can get.” She explained. “You really need to stop worrying. We just wait for him to slip up, I ask for a divorce and we can be together at last.” 

“I don't want anything to happen to our baby, Nev.”

“And nothing is going to happen to our baby, Fynn. Quit worrying and focus on me.” She pressed her lips against her lover's own in a way of reassuring him. 

*

The sound of laughter filled the room as the little girl played with her toys. 

“Saturn?” The lady asked. 

“Neveah wanted a rare baby name.” He chuckled. 

Neveah couldn't help but look down at the little girl. She never really loved her like mothers are met to love their daughters. She was seen as a burden and what came in between her and Fynn. “Well, you know how I am, mom.” She sighed, brushing the thoughts away from her head. 

“Yes, but dear, that is such an awful name.” She smiled. 

Neveah rolled her eyes before taking a sip from her alcohol. She always had a bad habit of drinking whenever she was nervous but he never noticed. 

“Maybe if you came to that baby naming session you wouldn't have wanted to name her after a planet.” He smiled squeezing her hands. 

“How come you didn't?” Haven asked curiously. This earned a glare from her sister and she immediately shook her head. “Oh yeah, you were at my house because of the loss of my dog.” She lied nervously. 

“I thought you said bestfriend.” Giovanni said, narrowing his eyes at his wife.

“He was my bestfriend.” She cried dramatically. 

Neveah gulped down her wine and excused herself to go use the bathroom. Once alone, she immediately call the last person she thought she would call. “Fynn.” Her voice trailed. “You are not safe. Run.”

*** (Giovanni, Fynn and Neveah are present in the room)

“So this is the infamous Fynn Muller.” He chuckled, coldly.

“I never knew she had a husband, it was a one-time thing.” He lied, begging for his life. 

Giovanni kicks him in the face silencing him. He spat out blood as tears came pouring down. “No, no, no, non parli finché nonte lo dico io.” He smirked, clearly enjoying every moment of this. (Italian Translation: No, no, no you don't speak until I tell you to)

“Gio, I'm sorry, it was an honest mistake.” Neveah cried out in remorse. “You're still Adalina's father.”

“Shut the fuck up you dirty, cheating, lying pig. She isn't my daughter, she's a bastard who never deserved you as a mother.” He seethed out. “I'd actually like for her to see you before you go.” He added. 

“G- go, where.” She stammered in fear. 

Suddenly the little 5-year-old walks into the room, rubbing her eyes due to her tiredness. “Papa.” She whispered, hugging his leg. She looked up and noticed his mother tied to a pole. “Mama.” She said in happiness, throwing herself onto her. 

“Get off me you stupid bitch. You have caused me nothing but pain. I hate you and I wish you never made it. The mother, Neveah screamed, shrugging her off violently. 

“Mama,” she cried in a whisper. 

“I knew you never loved her. But that's fine. Adalina chose how you want your papa Fynn to die.” Giovanni said, addressing her 'daughter'

“I- I don't want anyone to die, papa.” She cried holding onto his hand which was much bigger than hers. 

“Just choose dammit.” He yelled at her squeezing her hand aggressively. 

“Papa, ho Paura.” She cried harder into his leg. (Italian Translation: I'm scared.)

He took a deep breath and looked at the angel girl. She didn't deserve any of this. “Adalina, your mother doesn't love you and she's been a bad person and you know what Rossi's do to bad people.” He spoke camly getting down to her height. 

“No!” Neveah screamed. “Take her instead! kill her, Giovanni, I'm your wife, she's not even your child!” She continued to ramble. 

“You were my wife, and now she's my child.” He said picking up the gun and aiming it in-between her eyes. “Any last words, bitch.”

“I hope you all rot in hell.” She summoned coldly with her eyes closed. 

He shot her three times, the extra two because of the anger he felt. 

“How about you, lover boy, any last words.” He addressed Fynn.

“Adalina, I may not have known you but I'm your father and I truly love you. I will always loved you better than this man.” He smiled, sincerely. 

He shot many times in his leg so he could feel the pain. “Fucking die you bitch.” He yelled, continuing to fire his gun. 

“Goodbye Adalina.” He whispered before he shot the last one in Fynn's mouth. 

The little girl watched the whole thing unfold and tears were already hitting the ground. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. Her parents died in front of her. Now she has no family.

“Adelina, you are going to live with a new family and once you're twenty-one I'll come and get you. Do you understand?” Giovanni asked. 

She nodded her head with her father staring at the blood from her parent's dead body. 

“Lina, I love you.” He said kissing her head but she pushed him away and ran to her room to go cry herself to sleep. “This is for your own good.” He whispered.