FABIANO“Where is Aria?” Adriano ignored his question and asked one of his own.Fabiano seethed internally, trying to calm the demons that roared inside him. A part of him wanted to finish the man in front of him for trying to take his lioness away from him but he tried to bury that part.The man in front of him was his brother.He was the man who had stood by him when everyone had abandoned him.“Fabiano.” Adriano strode towards him, “Tell me where she is before everything gets ruined.”“She’s not here.”Adriano growled, “I know she isn’t here.” He barked, “WHERE IS SHE?”Fabiano tried to hold on to his calm façade. He couldn’t hurt his brother.“Fabio.” His brother looked so exhausted. Fabiano could understand. The threats of Bratva. The traitors that raised inside La Cosa Nostra. And most of all his daughter. Fabiano knew that there was a lot of his brother’s plate right now and his wife had, no doubt, told his brother to search for her sister.“You had an unhealthy obsession with
FABIANO Fabiano raised a brow curiously. The boy lifted his middle finger at Fabiano, a smile on his face as Fabiano’s lips parted in a mix of surprise and amusement. “Konstantin.” Adriano’s voice reached them both. With a last grin, the boy-Konstantin turned and ran back, disappearing from Fabiano’s sight. Fabiano wondered if his friend knew that his son knew about the middle finger. He probably didn’t know. “Konstantin.” He tested the Russian name on his tongue, finding it weird. He clicked his tongue then. Fabiano stared at the place where the boy with a Russian name was standing. Konstantin was the son of a Capo. He wondered why did the Bratva not kill him. Konstantin was the heir to Vitale Empire. They would’ve done a lot of damage by killing Konstantin. But they went for Leona instead. Fabiano smirked when he understood the logic. The Bratva were animals. But they were cleverer than Fabiano had thought them to be. Leona. The girl was going to be used in the worst
FABIANO Pregnant. Aria was pregnant. The woman he had...raped was now pregnant; holding a new life within her body. A life he had forced on her. ‘She tried to escape. It’s her fault.’ Was it really? Or was it his fault? Fabiano shook off the thoughts and stared at the table sitting beside the chair. His eyes fell on the small, square velvet box lying on it. The door clicked open. He stiffened before forcing himself to relax and stood up from his place. His greedy eyes followed every movement as the door was pushed open and she walked in. Aria. His lioness. She wore a simple shirt that was loose on her; hid her figure and that irritated him but he pushed the feeling away. He had important things to do now and one of them was the woman standing in front of him. Her hair was longer; flowing down her shoulders. Her skin was pale—too pale because she hadn’t been in the sun for months. She looked like she had lost some weight. Her cheekbones were already prominent but back t
FABIANO His lips witched, eye brows rocketing when he saw the familiar flash of fire in her eyes. The fire was still there—dying no doubt but it was there. Her lips parted, a silent breath escaped her before they moved. “Aria Whitlock.” Her voice was scratchy, “I am a Whitlock.” He narrowed his eyes at her, glaring through slits. He knew she hadn’t spoken in months; that disturbed him but now that she was talking, there was nothing to worry. Besides, Fabiano knew he had a special talent. He was the only one who could extinguish the fire in her and he was the one who could make the flames crack and go higher. With a heart-stuttering grin, he strode towards her. Stopping in front of her, he leaned down, “Not after this, you’ll not be a Whitlock.” He smiled before capturing her hand in bruising hold. He took the pen with the other one and took off the cap. Adjusting his hands over her—ignoring her struggles, he tightened his fingers around hers, holding the pen in them as he scr
FABIANOStaring at her stomach, he couldn’t help but think what was he going to tell that child.‘Hey, I raped your mamma. Boom! You were born.’How was he going to look into his child’s eyes?The same way your father looked into your eyes.A bitter smile twitched his lips, the smile morphed into a maniac grin before he let out a mocking chuckle.Whoever said that time never comes back and history never repeats itself was high on some drug.The history, indeed, was repeating itself.Thirty years ago, a woman was raped in Naples. The law enforcement agencies did nothing. They couldn’t.Why?Because the rapist was the law. He owned everything.Giovanni Lombardi.The former Don.An arms dealer.The police were afraid of him.No one dared to cross him.And the woman?She didn’t dare say something to her rapist. Why?He was her husband.Nine months later, a baby boy was born.Fabiano Lombardi.Heir to Lombardi Empire……and a victim to the monsters.Fabiano moved towards Aria, shaking away
FABIANOHis lioness was back.He smiled.“You can roam the island today.” He bent down and picked the box from her feet. Straightening, he flicked the box open and took out the ring, twisting it in his fingers before he snatched her hand and shoved the ring in her finger.The big, sapphire diamond glinted back at him, surrounded by three small diamonds on each side.Aria stared down at the ring in her finger as Fabiano stared at her.Her eyes were missing the element of shock and awe he had seen in the eyes of my whores when he gifted them with expensive necklaces.That was the difference.Aria wasn’t them. Fabiano smiled, eerily impressed by her. She didn’t care about his money. She hated him.But as long as she was with him, he was okay even with her hatred.“Go do whatever you want.” He stepped away from her, “Roam the island or whatever.”She looked at him but he turned his back on him and moved towards the balcony.“We leave tomorrow, wife.”He didn’t need to look back to know th
FABIANO“Uhm..”“Agh…”“Do you need help with that throat of yours?” Fabiano drawled, raising a brow, “I could come there and snap it for you.”The doctor paled, eyes bulging out of sockets, he stared at Fabiano, then back at the screen, whitening even more.“It’s a..aghh…” He wheezed, clutching his throat.“Bark it out.” Fabiano roared, the vein in his forehead throbbing as he watched the doctor flinch under the weight of his gaze.“A girl.” The doctor announced quickly, “It’s a girl.”Silence.Complete and utter silence filled the room. There was no sound under than the sharp intake of his breath and the clock on the wall ticking.Tick. Tock.Red covered his vision.Tick. Tock.He looked at the screen of ultrasound machine.Tick. Tock.His eyes moved to his wife who looked at the screen, showing her the life that was growing inside of her.Tick. Tock.She looked enthralled. Captured by the picture on the screen. It was clear. The baby on the ultrasound screen.Tick. Tock.Fabiano di
ARIAHe was going to kill my daughter.Fingers trembling, I looked over my shoulder. I stepped back and whirled around, slapping the large vase off the small table.It fell on the floor, shattering into tiny pieces. It was like I was seeing it in slow motion.“Aria.” I heard him roar.I paid no attention to him and bent down to pick the largest piece of broken glass I could find.Tiny shards of glass pricked my hands, tearing the skin and embedding into flesh but I didn’t care.I snatched a piece from the floor and turned around.“What are you trying to do?” He stopped in his tracks when he saw what I was doing.I lifted my arms up in the air, holding the broken glass against my wrist. The sharp side cut my skin, dug into my flesh and a trail of blood started to flow down my arm.“Tell the doctor to go.” I whispered, aware of the eyes on me.“Put it down.” He spoke, slowly and calmly, his hand disappearing behind him.I shook my head, my chin started to tremble in fear. I was afraid t