로그인Angelica I wake to a slight splotch of red on the pillow Marciano is supposed to be sleeping on. But he’s not here.I didn’t expect he’d be, not after how he behaved after that call last night.In real time I watched his body go still like a statue made of stone, and it looked like he wasn’t breathing until he dropped the call, after which he practically jumped out of the bed, put on some clothes, and left the room.I could only stare at the space he left behind in disbelief, because not only was he injured from the altercation with Ronan, but we were having a moment.Thinking about it now, a fresh wave of embarrassment floods through my skin down to the tip of my fingers, because that was the first time I ever made the firstmove with him. I’d initiated the kiss, but that’s not all I wanted to do. I was going to… I shake the memory away.My eyes land on the blood stain on the pillow again and I lick my lips. I really shocked myself yesterday. I’d been all over the place after my
Marciano The shot echoes as a bullet digs into my right shoulder, sending me two steps backward.Damn it.A loud shrill follows as my gaze unfocuses for a second while I press my palm over the bullet wound.Ronan didn’t shoot me, a loose-hand lackey of his did, and he pays for it instantly as a shot flies right past my ear into his throat.I don’t look back to check who took the shot as everyone raises their gun higher, each barrel finding its preferred target. I finally take mine out and press it against Ronan’s forehead while pretending my shoulder is not leaking profusely.“Go, Ronan, or you lose what little you have,” I tell him, knowing very well he has already lost it.Over the past week, he’d been more impossible to find despite all the clues and tip-offs. He stayed one step ahead of us like he had eyes in my fucking crew. I fucking hated it.When I took the file from Sergio, I was going to send it to the second-in-line to take over the Bratva and strike a business deal with
Angelica “Angie! You’re here!” Bella squeals, a bright smile on her face as she reaches out to touch me. But the contact never happens as her movements are restricted due to the people crowding her; her makeup artist and others.“Of course I’m here,” I move forward, offering her a smile of my own. Her eyes are red and slightly swollen, like she’s been crying before, and her makeup artist is massaging the area with two cold spoons. Still, I ask.“Did you cry?” I place my arm on her shoulder. Her smile falters for a split second, then she shakes her head, her eyes darting to the people around her.I immediately understand that she doesn’t want to speak while we have company.“You’re very gorgeous though. I mean look at you!” She says, assessing me, then she looks up at her makeup artist.“My makeup must be better than hers! You hear me? Everyone must know I’m the bride.” Everyone bursts out laughing, while I shake my head, giving her a little squeeze.The door to the large room we’re
Angelica The family meeting was held without Marciano and me. I’m not sure what was said behind those closed doors, but whatever was discussed there has brought me here; sitting in front of my vanity while strangers fuss over my face and hair. "Close your eyes for me, Mrs. D'Amato." I do as instructed, letting my mind wander as fingers brush powder across my eyelids before another pair fluffs my curls. Today is Sergio and Bella's wedding. That was the verdict of the meeting; to proceed by moving the wedding forward. From what I've heard, the idea is to present a united front with the intention of allowing Ronan to believe that despite what he did last week, the D'amatos remain unshakable. And what better way to prove it than a wedding with every D'amato family member in attendance? Bella, of course, wasn't a fan of the idea. She'd been looking forward to it even before she got engaged, wouldn't stop fussing about how perfect she wanted everything to be, double-checking every
Angelica I'm starstruck. That's what it feels like staring up at Marciano as he pulls away from the embrace. He meets my eye for a second before carrying me bridal style, yet again, into the bathroom. No words exchanged between us, safe for the echo of his voice saying 'Beautiful' ringing in my head.The bathtub is filled with water and bubbles. I didn't even know he had bath bombs here. He brings me close to the tub and lowers my feet towards it."Check the temperature." I let the tip of my left leg go in, then I nod, and slowly, Marciano sets me down into it. The water claims my entire body, wrapping me in a sweet scent and heat. Just what my body needed.Fetching the water with my hand, I pour it over my shoulder, along my back, but I can only do so much. As if noticing my struggle, Marciano dips his hand into the water and pours it along the same path."Thanks," I say, expecting him to nod and walk away, but he crouches down, dipping his second hand in, pouring the water on me
Angelica “Has he called yet?” I ask for what feels like the umpteenth time. Even Marina has had enough of me, and she was the one squealing after Marciano left. She wanted us to talk about something so we don’t have to focus on what happened, so she made me tell her about Marciano and I.Because I’m still confused about what’s happening between Marciano and me, I tell her we’re simply cordial. It wasn’t anything, but somehow she was pleased to hear it. Her smile didn’t leave her face. But it’s been four hours since then, and my legs are currently lifted and wide-open, with the Gynecologist, a well-groomed older woman, inspecting me.“Please focus on your assessment, Angie,” Marina says with a huff, and I imagine it was accompanied by a roll of her eyes.“I am focusing, but I…” I trail off as the older woman steps away.“Hmm, that’s strange,” She says, instantly commanding not just my attention but Marina’s too. She was sitting but now she’s standing beside the lady.Dread pools in
Angelica Marciano turns around, but he does it so nonchalantly like it’s the last thing he wants to do right now. I turn around too, putting my back to him as I quickly throw the paper into my laundry basket, then I grab the first thing that catches my eyes to cover myself with.It’s a flimsy, ba
Marciano “Nicolas.” Her voice breaks in a way I’ve never heard before, with only one emotion pouring out of her—stark fear. She’s not just afraid, she’s terrified. And that rubs me off the wrong fucking way to the point where I almost regret bringing her here. Hearst opens his eyes, and when
Angelica “Signora. Donna Marina.”Gypsy greets the second Marina and I walk out of the room. I smile at him, feeling even more grateful when I recall being told he practically saved my life.“How are you feeling?” He asks, his voice firm and direct, but there’s warmth in it. He’s walking behind us
Angelica The light is still there; bright and blinding. For a moment I think I’m still dreaming until shapes begin to emerge from the white. Ceiling lights. White walls. Three familiar faces and one unfamiliar one staring down at me, all carrying the same expression; relief. An older bald, blac







