The Withered Flower of Silence

CHIARA P.O.V. I realize I can breathe freely when I see out of the corner of my eye Mr. Ferrara turn to leave, after giving me a long inspection, just like the first time I saw him at my uncle's house. I admit it, I was fascinated when I saw Wolfgang. But even though Wolfgang Ferrara is incredibly beautiful, I know that his beauty is only a mask, because what's inside Wolfgang Ferrara is just as terrifying as the gangsters my uncle lives with. And Wolfgang must be very bad, because my uncle trusts him. Before coming to Sicily, my father's hometown, we lived in Verona, my mother's hometown. My dad worked in a restaurant and I was studying veterinary medicine at the university. But two months after my graduation dad got sick, when my father's illness was determined to be cancer, he decided to do nothing but invite me to Sicily with the excuse that he wanted to visit his older brother and see his hometown before leaving. start chemotherapy. So they killed my father, someone tampered w

WOLFGAGN P.O.V.After being with Chiara, something changes in me. I don't know exactly what, but something changes in my mind. We didn't do any prior research on her because there's not much to know about a mafia princess, they're all the same, but I can't help but be curious about Chiara now that I'm close to her. And her muteness is now one of my greatest curiosities. However, I don't let her know how much I'm attracted to her, because mob princesses grew up believing they can handle men like me. Perhaps Chiara knows how to manipulate men. Maybe she makes everyone believe that she is harmless in order to later show her true intentions.I move away from Chiara, and sit in front of Hans's seat. Hans is something of a friend, although — friend — is not an adjective we ever use with each other."I want you to find out everything there is about Chiara."Hans scratches his chin."Why do you want to meet her now?""I'm not interested in meeting her" I growl, and lie outright. "She can't ta

WOLFGANG P.O.V.After the doctor arrives and everyone's crisis subsides, I realize that I haven't really been breathing much since the doctor and his medical team decided to use my room as an operating room to treat Chiara's wounds. . I try to maintain my composure, to maintain the indifference that has always helped me maintain my crown as king of the German mafia, but when I think that Chiara is even more innocent than she was when I kidnapped her, and that now she could die, the mask of indifference that I always have with me, begins to tremble.I am standing in the corridor with Magda and Hans. Magda stands by the door with her arms folded. Worry shows on Magda's face, but I can also see her disappointment in her eyes. She closes her eyes and breathes for a moment, then she looks at me, and I know what she's going to say will make me more miserable."How were you able to kidnap an innocent girl and put her in such a horrible room?" she tells me, her voice heavy with disapproval. S

I'm in my office, sitting in my chair with the phone to my ear — it's almost 11pm — but I accepted a call from a man looking for an investor for his company. I need to distract myself so I don't think about Chiara, about her small body enjoying the silky sheets of my bed, without me. So I listen carefully to the arguments and numbers that the man gives me, and I assess whether this investment is worth it or not. My wine company is completely legal, it was founded by my parents, so it is a family symbol that I have never tarnished. In addition, it is the employment and livelihood of many families. After a few more minutes of meaningless conversation — because at that point I decide not to invest in that man's olive company — I hang up the phone and sigh, letting thoughts of Chiara flow freely in my mind. I think of the threatening words I said to Chiara from the moment I kidnapped her, she never avoided looking me in the eye, she faced her fate calmly, she was giving up. Before I know

When I see his evil eyes, I wake up. I cannot afford to suffer from Stockholm at this point in my life.Magda leads me to one of the chairs next to Wolfgang. He leaves his Tablet face down on the table, but doesn't take off his glasses. So he looks older than he probably is, but Wolfgang doesn't look any less attractive for that."We'll be serving food soon," Magda announces before returning to the kitchen.I frown, only now realizing that this was perhaps planned by her. The woman has a malignant cell then."How are you today?" I jump when I hear the question come from Wolfgang's lips.I am more surprised because there is no threat in his voice. I look at him for a moment, but I don't know how I could answer him even if I wanted to. Wolfgang surprises me once more and raises his hands to move them nimbly until he creates words.“You can talk to me in sign language.”I look into his eyes, and hesitate to answer his question, but finally decide to answer him."I'm fine."He nods, and s