LOGINAngelica I bite down on my index finger, staring at the back of Gypsy’s head. He’s looking outside the window, with his left arm casually sitting on his lap.Last week spoiled me. There was no Gypsy, or restrictions from any angle. I’d gone out, done what I needed, and returned. Now reality sits ahead of me with a permanent frown.“…nora?” Whipping my head to the rear-view mirror, I find Ky’s eyes on me. He’s the one who called me. He blinks and darts his eyes towards Gypsy, before returning his gaze to me. I blink twice, wondering what he could possibly mean by that. He also blinks twice, as if sensing my confusion, then clears his throat. “Where are you going, Signora?” It’s the way he arches his brows that lets me understand what the eye movement was all about.It seems he knows I want to go somewhere and I don’t want Gypsy coming along.Biting my lower lip, I quickly come to terms with the fact that there’s nothing I can do about Gypsy. He will come along no matter what.Unl
Angelica Waking up to a text from Bella asking me to join them at the main house again today, and knowing I can go without asking for permission almost brought tears to my eyes. It’s a testament to how far I’ve come in these two months I’ve been married. Heading into the shower for a quick wash, I move to my closet, putting on a pair of black capris and a peach ruffle top. I wrap my messy hair in a bun and stare at myself in the mirror.Immediately my eyes land on my body, my nose scrunches up in distaste.“Too much.” I quickly exchange the ruffle top for a white button-down shirt and smile. It’s a better fit.Just as I’m about to return to my room to pack up my laptop and things for school, a thought crosses my mind and I stop, turning towards my jewelry section. Without thinking, I rush to it and pack up some pieces, placing them neatly in their pockets before taking them with me to the room. I put them in my laptop bag and, with everything else already in it, I shoot a quick t
Angelica Marina means well. I know she does, but I can’t help the nervousness she instilled in me yesterday. It was enough to make me return home and lock myself in my room, pacing back and forth, while wondering what my next course of action should be.It was a threat. I either come clean with the name of my abuser, or Marciano will find him himself.But will he though? Another thought settles. He seems busy lately; been on more calls than usual, like he’s up to his neck with work. So there’s a chance he might not even take an interest in my matter if Marina were to tell him.But what if he does?I slump into my bed with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling and reeling in my confusion.What should I do?I’m here thinking of how to escape this life, but it seems that with every step I take forward, more obstacles appear in front of me.A single drop of rain falls on my window, then another, and soon, it starts drizzling.Grabbing one of my novels quickly, I drag my duvet to the windo
Marciano “Good day, Mr. D’amato.” The chorused greeting follows me from the reception all the way to Sergio’s private ward, where I see him smiling slyly at something the nurse said.“Cuzzo,” He hails, sitting upright. He’s still shirtless, but the bandages used to wrap his arms and legs have been taken off, leaving scarred skin behind.“How are you feeling, man?” I ask, taking a seat on the black leather two-seater couch.“How do you think I feel locked up in this place when shit’s going down outside?” I scoff with a shake of my head. He’s always bloodthirsty.“You have your priorities fucked up. You should focus on getting better and the wedding,” I tell him as I pull out my phone from my pocket. The nurse, probably sensing this is a private conversation, offers us a polite smile and excuses herself.“No, my priorities are just right. I’m a Made Man before anything else. My life belongs to the Cosa Nostra.” “Fatti dare una controllata alla testa prima.” (You should get your head
Angelica “Ignore him, Signora. He’s mad he didn’t come with us yesterday,” Ky says with a laugh as he puts the car in drive. “He wouldn’t stop sulking about it.” “Watch your mouth, stronzo. I didn’t sulk,” Gypsy shoots back with a slight huff. I can’t help but chuckle lightly.It’s two in the afternoon, and I just got into the car to go to the main house when I noticed Gypsy wasn’t talking. When I asked what his issue was, he claimed he was fine. Until Ky opened his mouth.“That’s what you’re doing right now,” Ky presses. Gypsy turns slightly to face me.“I was only worried about you, Signora. Anything could’ve gone wrong,” he says and I quickly swallow the memory of that Russian standing too close. “Ky is not enough. You need someone with actual combat experience guarding you.” Ky doesn’t say a word, and this pleases Gypsy.Before now, I knew them as my driver and bodyguard who were always sporting hard frowns on their faces and never said more than five words to me, but now they
Angelica Stepping out of the restroom, I rub my dry palms on my dress, with eyes searching the hall despite my throbbing heart. “I’m going to do this,” I mutter under my breath. I have to do it. But some things are easier said than done.In all my life, I’m not sure I’ve ever been in a situation where I had to walk up to anyone to start a conversation. I’ve never done it before, and I don’t know how to. Yet I have to. And just the thought of it alone is making my breath cease.A footman holding a tray of flutes appears just then, and I grab one for myself, taking a big sip of it.It doesn’t help.Everyone seems to be in clusters of those they know and relate with. The governor is nowhere to be found, but his wife is with a group of ladies who are fawning over her while she smiles. There’s another group of women on the left of me, all attuned to whatever one of them is showing on her phone. Then the men are scattered about in smaller clusters of threes and twos.Although I can’t fi







