Riccardo's POV.I didn't think it was possible to be so attracted to someone that every little movement they make makes you want to just...jump them. I thought I got over that one moment of madness yesterday night but I soon realized I was wrong when she walked into the kitchen this morning. I sensed her before she even entered the kitchen and when she spoke, I stiffened up immediately. I had flashbacks of what happened last night and it was when I felt my dick twitch that I confirmed that I was actually in for it. I didn't turn to look at her because I don't trust myself with her anymore then she did that good morning kiss thing, it took everything in me not to grab her by her ass and pull her closer to me and show her how a good morning kiss is done there and there but Aria was present so I held myself back. I still ended up kissing her properly anyway. She looked so beautiful sitting there in my car and going on and on about Aria's teacher. She was jealous, she didn't admit it but
Emilia's POV. I woke up with a headache. My limbs felt loose and weak and fuck my head hurts. I raised my hand and massaged my temple softly in an attempt to ease the headache but it didn't help much. I tried to reach for my phone on the bedside table and that was when I realized that something was wrong. The bed feels different from my bed and the sheets. I opened my eyes fully and took in my environment. The room was tiny and can barely take two people at once. I am on a plane. I am on a fucking plane. I sat up immediately and it felt like my head was turning on its own. I closed my eyes and tried to focus but it didn’t work much. It got bearable after two minutes and I slowly stood up from the bed, I was careful not to move too fast. I tried to remember what happened the last time I was conscious and the last thing I remember was Riccardo coming to get me to go pick Aria up from school and he bought me a drink and…that fucking bastard. He drugged me. I walked out of the room to
Riccardo's POV. Maybe I should not have spoken to her that way. I should have tried to make her see reason and understand why I had to do what I did but then again Riccardo never explains himself, I have never done it and I won't start doing it now. Then there is the fact that she already thinks the worst of me—not that she is wrong— but what is the point in correcting her? I see no point actually so I just let it be. Emilia woke up about thirty minutes before the plane landed. She refused to sit beside me and she sat beside Enzo. Aria was still attached to Raffaele— I am not sure how I feel about that but we will see. The plane landed and we got out. We had a car waiting to pick us up from the airport and drive us home. I was surprised by Emilia's willingness to enter the car. She didn't struggle or grumble or anything. She just held Aria and entered the car. I sat down beside them at the back of the car. I noticed that Emilia moved over a little bit and drew an oblivious Aria clo
Emilia's POV. How? How is he the same person? This person standing in front of me is so much more different from the person he was yesterday. His eyes were never expressive but I have never seen them this cold either. It feels like once we stepped out of New York, he became a different person entirely or maybe he just became himself back and I was the one who let my guard down. I fell for that sweet look thing he had going on in New York and look where that got me. He should have been this cruel from the onset, he should have remained this cold from the very beginning. Maybe if he had then I wouldn't have let my guard down so much. "You are going to make me sleep in the dog's house?" I asked him. He shrugged and stepped out of the elevator when the door opened. "You only have two options, Emilia, You either sleep in that room with me or you sleep in the dog's crib like you asked for." "So what you are trying to say is you don't have any other vacant rooms in this big mansion for
Riccardo's POV. I was so wrapped up in my work that I already lost track of time. I had so much to do. I didn't get anything done while I was in New York so I kind of expected the work to have piled up but I didn't expect it to be this much. It is something I can get done if I decide not to get any sleep this night but unfortunately, I can't do that, I hardly closed my eyes on the plane earlier so I do need this sleep. A particular report is a headache though. According to the report here, we have little to no ammunition left in the storage room and that is a major problem. I have to see the fellow in charge of the ammunition storage first thing tomorrow morning. I have said it many times without a number. You don't wait for us to run out of weapons completely before you make a damn report about it. I guess I have been lenient with these people and that is why they have been slow to do their work properly. I will have to make one person a scapegoat for the rest of them to see what h
Emilia's POV. How can a blanket be so warm and smell so good at the same time? I tried to move closer to it and wrap it even tighter around myself. I should probably get out of bed and go see to Aria but I am kind of finding it hard to let go of this blanket not to even talk of leaving my room. No matter how close I already was to the blanket, it still felt like I was not close enough so I tried to move even closer, and then..."Careful, baby girl. I am trying not to get too excited here." The blanket spoke. I opened my eyes immediately and reality began to hit me. It was no blanket, okay? There was no blanket. It is just all Riccardo. Sweet-smelling and annoying Riccardo. I tried to move far away from him as rapidly as possible and ended up tangling my leg with the actual blanket which made me fall off the bed on my butt. I groaned at the pain and closed my eyes in embarrassment. "Are you good, Cara?" He asked mockingly. I mumbled a response under my breath and forced myself to g
Emilia's POV. It has been close to three weeks since we have been in Italy and my stance about being here has not changed in any way. I have barely seen Riccardo for two weeks now, what am I even saying, I don't recall seeing him since the last time we went shopping with Aria and trust me if I had seen him, I would surely remember. I have been spending a lot of time with Aria, we mostly just amuse ourselves with whatever we can find inside the house since Riccardo had given his men strict orders to keep us within the property. I have yet to set my eyes on him and that is the only reason he hasn't heard my thoughts on being locked in like a rebellious kid. We didn't end up hiring any nanny since I am more than capable of taking care of my daughter. I have tried to keep her busy by teaching her some schoolwork and also playing all sorts of games with her. She wore herself out yesterday cause she insisted on playing hide and seek with me, Roberto, and Raffaele— who was starting to soft
Riccardo's POV. I certainly didn't expect that kind of reaction from Emilia. I expected her to be cold as usual, not that she was that cold but I just...didn't expect that kind of reaction. I admit it is my fault for just disappearing like that without mentioning anything to her or anyone. I got word that morning that the goods we sent out were delivered almost successfully until the Spanish Mafia had to just interrupt the almost smooth operation. We already had a score to settle with them. With them yet to pay up for the previous deals we had together and also the stunt that they pulled when I was in New York. I already gave my boys instructions to not sell anything to them and of course, they must have anticipated that because they laid an ambush for my men and attacked them on their way back home. Some of them got injured badly while some were lucky enough to escape without a scratch. So yeah, I left immediately after I heard the news, got help for the injured ones and I set out