Della's POVI stare in disbelief at the woman who is in front of me. She is the last person I considered when attempting to identify my kidnapper.Frankly, the only person who came to mind was Harold; she wasn't one of them. What else would she be doing here, standing in front of me while I'm bound to a chair, unless she knows him and she's working with him?I've only ever met her once. How will Alessandro react when he learns? That is, if he hasn't already learned."Surprised?"Why the hell not! Why are you acting this way? Why would you take me captive? I must leave, Emily. I scream as wrath takes the place of dread in my body.Why would I even consider doing that, you ask? She pulls a knife out of her pocket and spins it between her fingers as she laughs maniacally as she stares down at me with a big smile and her eyes sparkling with glee.The hell? This woman is insane!She puts the knife on the side of my neck, applying a little pressure, stooping down until her face is directly
Della's POV I have so many questions and thoughts rushing through my head.Is she expecting a child with Alessandro?She and Alessandro last hung out when? I assumed I was the only woman in his life.She cannot be carrying his child. It's obvious that she's lying, but what if she isn't?What if she is being truthful? I have no idea what I would do.He is already addressed as "daddy" by Daisy. She has already become close to him. I don't want to separate her from him.The voice of Apricot awakens me from my reverie "Please refrain from crying. This way of looking at you is quite gloomy."My hands are bound to the chair, so I shift my head to the side and wipe away my tears.I want to be sure she is being honest. I need to know that she's at least being honest about her pregnancy, even if I can't be sure it's Alessandro's child.I turn to face her once more, wiping away any expression of emotion, and say, "Let me see your stomach."She wrinkles her brows and casts a long look at the wa
Camillo's POVThen, Princess, what else do you want to do? While we are sitting on the couch in the living room, I ask Daisy.She spent the remainder of yesterday with Alessandro. She had no desire to associate with anyone else.He asked me to keep an eye on her today so he could go see if he could learn anything new about Della's whereabouts.Well, he made me, but I prefer to hang out with Daisy. Everyone does, I'm sure of it.She isn't as spoiled as some kids.Daisy wished to never be with another person once more. She wanted to be with Alessandro, but she quickly decided to stay with me.She plays with her fingers in her lap while shrugging her shoulders.One of the maids entered the living room just as I was about to say something else.Sir Camillo, I'm sorry for interrupting, but I know Mr. Gattani is busy and dislikes interruptions. She says as she approaches Daisy and I."It's fine, what did you need?" I shook my head.She extends a dark bundle, "The mail brought this in. Miss
Alessandro's POVI've already seen this video a few times. While I still don't know where Della is or who abducted her, it kills me to watch and hear her suffering through this right now.However, I still have to watch it. I will stay here and watch this film the entire day if necessary if there is anything in it that might help me locate her.After that, I'll make them wish their mother had never been born so they could never have been born when I find out who stole her and did this to her.Gerardo calling me "Boss" startles me out of my reverie.When I reply, "What," I don't even look up.Your parents are requesting your presence in the living room. He speaks hesitantly.That grabs my interest. He is standing at the entrance to my home conference room as my head swings up to look at him.My parents are in the living room, what do you mean? Italy is where they are supposed to be. I get out of my chair and clinch my fists.I didn't inform them over the phone that Della had been abduct
Della's POVI haven't been sitting here for how long, but it feels like hours. Perhaps it is, perhaps it isn't. I'm still uncertain. My breathing is heavy and slow. I'm bleeding out, broken, worn out, and feeble, leaning forward on the chair.It seems like a very long time ago when they stopped torturing me. I'm shocked I'm still alive at all considering how they stabbed my thigh, smashed my hand with a hammer, hit me several times while wearing brass knuckles, stabbed me once in the stomach and arm with an ice pick, and a number of other stuff I'd rather not tell.Who knows how long I've been gazing at the ground. My thigh is no longer pierced by the knife, yet this does not mean that the pain is any less intense.I will try to keep my eyes open for as long as I can despite my eyes' ongoing attempts to gently close. I try to move as little as possible because every time I do, pain rushes through my entire body.I don't even turn to face the door as it opens. I'm completely out of ene
Alessandro's POV"Wake up baby!" says Alessandro. I encircle Della with one arm, gripping her firmly, and turning her face toward me. "Open those eyes, beautiful!"She is completely motionless as she lies in my arms. Before I understand that it is my tear on her cheek, I am momentarily perplexed as I watch it run down her cheek.Never do I cry. I am the mafia's leader. I'm not meant to cry, but here I am, clutching my girl to my chest and letting the tears that I would never have let to fall, escape."Get her and those other two fuckers out of here and back to the pit right away,"Apricot cries as I look up to find her sobbing on the ground and grasping her shoulder.A few of my guys nod, then seize the trio and haul them out of the space.Della was shot in the stomach when Apricot squeezed the trigger. I shot her twice in the shoulder and immediately squeezed my finger.If she were carrying my child, I would kill her as soon as the baby was born and keep my child. I only shot her in
I'm sitting next to Camillo, who approaches and asks, "How are you doing?"When the damn doctor comes and speaks to me, then you can ask me again. I use a low voice so Daisy won't hear me."I'm sorry, but I have faith that Della will survive. She must be tough because she is with you, right?" He gives my shoulder a little tap."You contacted my parents and told them about Della getting kidnapped," I say as I raise an eyebrow at him. Instead of asking a question, I stated.Yes, it just kind of slipped out when your mom called to check in on everyone, he says uneasily while rubbing the back of his neck.Sort of? I ponder."Considering the way your mother is, She will continue interrogating us if she senses that we are acting suspiciously until she discovers what we are trying to hide." He suddenly speaks out loud."Ah, I see. You are correct." I concur.Everyone is still awaiting word from a doctor about Della and the progress of her surgery after several hours have passed.Who is with
Della's POV What in the world is happening? Nothing can be heard by me. It sounds similar to when something bursts next to you and all you hear is a loud bang.My vision is crystal clear, but the voices are not yet audible.I'm in an operating room, watching while medical professionals yell and shock my heart with paddles."Hello?!" I shout, but no one responds. "Why are you treating me like that?!" My eyes were on the verge of crying, but I willed them to hold back.My voice echoes back to me when I talk.Why am I not right? I ask as I begin to cry, my vision becoming clouded by my tears."Charge!" Male surgeon shouts.Before he declares "Clear," someone charges the paddles.He shocks my heart as everyone removes their hands from my body.Charge once more! When nothing changes, he informs them."Clear!"Beeeeep!"Doctor, she's gone." A lady standing to the left of the surgeon says.The male surgeon sighs before looking at the clock on the wall, "Time of death..""No." I run my hands