CHAPTER SIX
ARIAI opened my eyes and immediately closed them again, wincing from the bright light that flooded into the room. I opened my eyes again and gazed outside. The sky was beautiful, and the sun’s golden light streamed through the window, casting long shadows on the floor.I would have smiled at the perfect view, but a heavy weight hung in my chest. I felt like Rapunzel—seeing the beautiful scenery through the window but never getting out.Except I wasn’t Rapunzel. I wasn’t a f*cking princess.I am a captive. A mere prisoner waiting for slaughter. The handcuffs that bound me to the bed were a harsh reminder.The door to my room opened and two young women stepped in, each carrying a tray. They both dropped the trays on a small stool at the foot of the bed, and I recognized the look of pity they cast me.I don’t need any fucking pity.“Your food,” the taller of the two announced.I scoffed bitterly.“Is Maximo such a pussy that he can’t even kill me himself? Instead, he’s resorting to poisoning me?”They looked at me in horror, like they couldn’t imagine me insulting their almighty Don.“You can’t speak of the Don like that,” the same one that spoke earlier said again.“Or what? He’ll kill me?” I laughed. “I don’t really care. He’ll still kill me after all.”She sighed, but remained standing. I ignored them, but they just stood there, both starting at me like I was an animal in a zoo.“Why are you both still here?” I snapped.“We’ve been ordered to feed you…”“And how do you intend to do that?” I asked.“I have a key to your handcuff,” she said. “I’ll take it off, you eat and then I’ll put it back.”I looked at the frail women that stood before me and laughed.“Is this a joke?” I asked. “I can overpower both of you and run away…”She smiled, and I recognized something sinister about it.“You can’t escape. Nobody ever escapes from Scar.”Her words rang in my head as I was reminded of Maximo’s threat from yesterday.“Get out,” I said softly as one tear fell from my eyes.They remained standing and I started screaming.“Get out! Get the fuck out!” I yelled, trashing against the bed. I could feel my wrists getting sore from the way I tugged against the handcuffs, but I didn’t care.“If Maximo wants to kill me, then he should do it himself!”They turned to leave, staring at me like I was a lunatic.After they left, I sobbed and sobbed till I fell asleep due to exhaustion.A tap on my leg woke me up. I opened my eyes to see the taller maid from earlier.“I’ve prepared a bath for you,” she said, but I just stared emptily at her.She tried to convince me to get up, telling me how her Don will be displeased.Well, f*ck her and her stupid Don.When her efforts proved futile, she left me alone.***“You need to take a shower. You stink,” the maid said, and for the first time since I got here, I smiled.For the past three days, I kept refusing every food brought to me. I also refused to get out from the bed to take a shower. Anything could be a scheme to get me killed.“Fine,” I said with a deep sigh.I needed to be out of these handcuffs anyway. My arms hurt badly from being secured against the metal headboard for days.The maid looked surprised, but she quickly masked the look on her face as she came to work on my handcuffs.“What is your name?” I asked.“Maria,” she replied curtly.I groaned as I stood up from the bed. My body shook due to how weak I was. I removed the dress I was wearing, and without caring that Maria was looking, I stripped till I was completely naked.She led me to the bathroom and I gasped as I took in the space, immediately struck by its simplicity and beauty. The walls are painted white, and the floor was made of smooth, polished tiles.I caught my reflection in the large, rectangular mirror above the sink, and my heart ached at the way my body looked frail and malnourished.“Being stubborn won’t get you anywhere,” Maria suddenly said, noticing the way I stared at my reflection with tears in my eyes.Anger and pain surged inside me, and I balled my hands into tight fists.I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down, before stepping towards the bathtub.The bathtub was a simple yet beautiful white porcelain design, with clean lines and a smooth finish. I stepped in and my body instantly relaxed in the warm water.Maria left me, giving me privacy. I shaved and washed myself thoroughly, wincing as the water and sponge came in contact with my sore wrist. I spent time in washing my hair, then after the bath, I brushed my teeth and washed my mouth.I wrapped myself with a white, fluffy towel and stepped into the bedroom. I saw that a simple, white dress had been kept on the bed for me. I applied some lotion on my body before putting on the dress.“Your food is ready,” Maria said and I went back to the bed.“I’m not hungry.”I was starving, but for some reason, I wanted to provoke Maximo. I didn’t want to follow his rules or do whatever he wanted me to do.I wanted to provoke him to the point where he would just kill me.Maria sighed and turned to leave the room, knowing better than to try to convince me otherwise.“If you continue this way, you’ll get to see why they call him Scar,” she said and her words sent a chilling fear down my spine.“And I don’t wish that on anyone. Not even my worst enemy.”***The room was dark and quiet and I occupied myself by staring outside the window. I was mesmerized by the beautiful view of the moonlight. The sky was dark and clear, with millions of stars twinkling above. The full moon cast a soft glow that filtered through the window, and I shivered as the cool night breeze followed.I heard the door opening, and I rolled my eyes at how relentless Maria was being.“Can’t you give up already?” I said without turning.“If Scar really wants me dead, then he should f*cking kill me, instead of sending food to me everyday.”“Now, where’s the fun in that?”My heart dropped at the deep, gravelly voice. I turned and surely, it was Maximo. He looked scary, leaning against the doorframe with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his tattooed arms.My breath hitched as he marched towards the bed. I could see his face now, and he looked furious.“Are you here to finally finish the job?” I managed to voice out.Maximo chuckled harshly, and the sound made goosebumps rise on my skin.“I’m not killing you, Red,” he said, brushing a stand of hair behind my ear. I shivered as his fingers made contact with my skin, and he smirked devilishly.“At least, not until I’m done with you yet. By then, you’d be begging me to end your life…”I gulped as terror went through me.He brought out a key from his pocket and moved to release me from the handcuffs.“But for now, you eat.”CHAPTER ONE HUNDREDEPILOGUE (Eight Months Later)ARIA“Maximo,” Dr. Marini said, adjusting her glasses as she peered at him from across the table. “We’ve talked about this. You can’t solve everything with threats.”Maximo, sitting beside me in a perfectly tailored suit, crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. “I don’t threaten,” he said smoothly. “I give options. It’s not my fault people don’t like the consequences of the second one.”I stifled a laugh, earning a sharp look from Dr. Marini. She was one hell of a woman. Soft when she needed to be, but also scary nonetheless. It was why she was the only woman in the Cosa Nostra who could call my husband by his first name. I still wasn’t sure how I should feel about that.“Aria,” she turned her attention to me, “how do you feel when Maximo behaves this way?”“Honestly?” I said, tilting my head. “It depends. Sometimes, it can be infuriating..."“I didn’t even do anything,” Maximo grumbled beside me. “Do you know what other dons do
CHAPTER NINETY-NINEARIAThe sting in my hand was nothing compared to the ache in my chest. Maximo stood frozen for a moment, his cheek reddening from where my palm had connected. And then, to my utter disbelief, he laughed—a low, bitter sound that rumbled deep in his chest.“Wow. And here I was thinking you would be happy I’m offering you an easy way out,” he murmured.An angry snarl slipped past my lips as my hand shot up again, ready to slap him a second time. But before I could bring my hand down on his cheek again, he caught my wrist in midair. His grip was firm but not rough, and despite everything, a small, pathetic part of me was happy that he was touching me again.Piercing, grey eyes bored into mine with a mix of frustration and something else I couldn’t quite place.“Aria,” he said sharply, his voice edged with irritation, “I thought you’d be pleased.”“Pleased?” I yelled, my voice rising as tears burned in my eyes. I wrenched my hand free from his grasp, glaring at him th
CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHTARIAIt had been five days. Five days since Maximo killed Lorenzo. Five days since Maximo last spoke to me or looked at me.The house felt colder than usual, and the silence pressed down on me like a suffocating blanket. I’d spent the entire day trying to distract myself from the ache in my chest, but nothing worked.I had tried cleaning the kitchen even though everything was already spotless, scrubbing every surface until my hands were raw. Maria panicked when she saw me, and when she tried to shoo me away from the kitchen, I reminded her that I was her boss’s wife. I did it a little too harshly, I’ll admit, but I’ve been on an uncomfortable edge ever since.I prepared lunch with the rest of the kitchen staff. At first, there was an uncomfortable silence due to my presence in the room. But after I urged them to ignore my presence, a soft conversation amongst the maids followed, and I drowned myself in the city gossip I never knew could distract me.By mid-afterno
CHAPTER NINETY-SEVENMAXIMOA sharp scream pierced the room as Aria crouched to the floor. My heartbeat thudded in my ears as Lorenzo’s head snapped back, crimson blood staining the wall behind him as his body crumpled to the floor.Silence followed, but it was so loud that it felt like a roar.I stared at the lifeless heap on the ground, at the way his blood—my blood—pooled beneath him. My hand stayed clenched around my gun, trembling as I tried to make sense of what was in front of me. The pure rage that had driven me seconds ago evaporated. It was now replaced by a hollowness that spread through my chest like poison.I did it. I killed my brother.The realization ripped through my chest, leaving behind a void so vast that it threatened to swallow me whole. Lorenzo’s face was frozen in a blank state. I stared at his once-sharp features—features that were almost identical to mine—and the slack and lifeless face stared back at me. His eyes—eyes that used to glint with mischief, love,
CHAPTER NINETY-SIXMAXIMOI stood there, gun in hand, staring at my brother as his smirk spread and his mocking laughter echoed around the room. It wasn’t the laugh of someone remorseful or regretful. It was the sound of someone who had nothing left to lose.“You’ll have to be more specific,” I said through clenched teeth. “What exactly did you mean when you said you’ve been behind everything?”Lorenzo tilted his head, his smirk widening. “Do you really want me to go into detail? Are you sure your heart would be able to handle it?” He asked with a mocking pout.My anger burned hotter in my chest, and I tightened my grip on my gun. “Start talking.”“Fine,” he huffed, but then his eyes glinted with malice as he began to speak. “Do you remember when we were boys? How I did everything right? I trained harder, studied more, followed all the rules of the Cosa Nostra, and yet..." He waved a hand as his voice took on a bitter edge. “Yet you—the reckless, weak son—were chosen to lead.”“Yo
CHAPTER NINETY-FIVEMAXIMOI couldn’t wrap my mind around what Aria had just said. Her words echoed in my mind, loud and jarring like a bullet through the air. It didn’t make sense. It couldn’t be true.“I don’t believe you,” I finally said, and I saw the way her eyes fell.“I’m telling the truth, Maximo. What will I gain by lying about this?”I gritted my teeth and stepped away from her, needing to clear my head. The woman I loved just told me that my own blood brother, whom I’ve known my whole life, is planning to have us killed. What the fuck was I supposed to make of that?She took a step towards me, and I raised my head to look at her again. My eyes narrowed at her as I tried to understand if she was lying, if she had misheard something, if this was some kind of sick joke. “Have I ever done anything to break your trust?” She asked, and I could hear the hurt in her voice. The fear in her eyes and the slight wavering in her voice were too raw to be fake.“Are you sure?” My voice