WOLFGANG P.O.V.
The sky is overcast with gray clouds, at any moment it's going to rain, the perfect excuse to advance the slaughter I've planned for years. The last funeral event I attended was 20 years ago. 10 years ago I decided not to attend my father's. But the late Andrea Bianchi is a different dead man, he is the younger brother of Aldo Bianchi, a Cosa Nostra Don, one of the most feared men in Sicily, and my lifelong enemy, even if he didn't even know I existed.
It wasn't important that he didn't know my true identity, soon he was going to know the whole last nameKrüger, and in the process make him wish he hadn't touched a single hair of my mother's or grandmother's.
My name is Wolfgang Krüger, and my soul was forged in the flames of revenge. I am the Don of the German mob, a feared and ruthless figure in the dark corners of crime they call Wolf. But my story began long before I reached that position of power.
After my innocent family was the victim of a Don from the Italian mafia, I should have completely distanced myself from everything that has to do with the mafia, but it took a couple of years for me to decide that I no longer wanted to feel like a victim, I wanted to have power and control, and most of all, I wanted revenge.
I learned the rules of the game, plunged into darkness, and became a heartless man. Revenge became my life purpose and the German mafia was my instrument to achieve it. I made a name for myself, sowing terror with every step I took. It was not an easy road. I faced betrayals, spilled blood and sold souls. But each obstacle was a springboard for my ascent. I surrounded myself with loyal followers, men willing to follow me to hell. I built my empire from the ground up, rising to the pinnacle of power.
19 years later I have managed to associate myself with Aldo Bianchi, and I deceived him in such a ridiculously easy way that I am disappointed. However, when I met Aldo I was not surprised that my father could not have done anything to defend us against him, we were just a family of German/Italian businessmen who refused to be threatened by Aldo. Yes, we were only minor in Aldo's eyes, but not anymore.
My thirst for revenge is still not quenched. I am missing one last move to complete my torture masterpiece. I decided to kidnap Aldo Bianchi's only niece, an innocent young woman who would pay the price for her family sins. She would take her into my world of darkness and torture her until she was just an empty shell, that Aldo would feel the pain he had inflicted on my family.
When it started to rain I took out my black umbrella as well as everyone around the urn. I look at the old woman crying inconsolably in the middle of Aldo and the tool of my revenge, Chiara Bianchi. Aldo's niece, and the most affected in this event, since Andrea was her father.
Ever since I first saw Chiara on a business visit to the mansion with Aldo, I was obsessed. However, like all my life, I have held back and controlled myself ever since. I wasn't going to throw away years of hard work for a woman. Luckily, this was only the second time I'd seen Chiara, since Aldo has kept her well hidden and taken care of since we killed Andrea. It's how I know that stealing Chiara from me will hurt Aldo.
Why did idiot Aldo invite me to come to his only brother's funeral when I was the one who killed Andrea? Because Aldo doesn't know that I killed his brother. Aldo is a proud man, but pride without intelligence and ability is a ridiculous joke.
Although I know perfectly well the purpose I have for Chiara, I was allowing myself to appreciate her dazzling beauty. I've never heard her voice, but it's enough to look at hers, her turquoise eyes to attract me dangerously. She has unruly curly dark hair that falls to her mid-back, but glowing snowy skin. She also has a small upturned nose, thin lips, long eyelashes, delicate face and angelic gaze. What was a girl like her doing, being born as a mafia princess? And even worse, being born as the only niece of Aldo Bianchi, she is like a perfect target.
“Klaus says that the show starts in 10 minutes”, reminds me Gunther who is standing next to me, he is one of my 4 trusted men. “The jet awaits you at the starting point. You can go now."
No, I'm not like the typical gangster who puts his life at risk to kill cockroaches like Aldo, I know perfectly well the potential and thirst for blood of my men, they won't let me down. I take one last look at the angel by Andrea Bianchi's grave. It's not a farewell, it's a see you later. In the process I meet Aldo's gaze, to whom I naturally and nonchalantly nod.
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
CHIARA P.O.V.My heavy, hesitant steps lead me to my uncle's black Toyota, where Mrs. Laura is patiently waiting for me. The rain hits my umbrella, and the atmosphere is charged with an oppressive tension, I still don't want to say goodbye to my father. My heart is pounding in my chest.Just as I'm about to get into the truck, a hail of bullets replaces the rain from the sky, causing chaos and panic among the wake guests. Piercing screams of women fill the space and the crowd disperses in all directions, desperately seeking refuge. I am surprised when instead of defending themselves, most of Aldo's men and other mobsters try to protect me, but they are overwhelmed by enemy fire coming from all sides. Soon they have to get deep into the battle for their lives and neglect my safety.Then a man appears and holds me firmly by the forearm. His figure is imposing and his gaze surrounds me with an aura of danger. He is tall, with blond hair and piercing electric blue eyes. He's handsome like
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
CHIARA P.O.V.It's been five days since I came to this place, I think. I have no knowledge of the country I am in or its exact location. All I know is that I will never be allowed out, just as Wolfgang warned me.I've gotten used to confinement. In fact, there is hardly any difference between this room and the one I had in Sicily. The room I used in my uncle's house was bigger, but that didn't make me any less miserable. I have been wearing the same clothes for 2 days, and they have not allowed me to bathe. I wonder if I should feel panic and despair in this situation, but it's like those feelings have been sucked out of me along with the hope of living.I get out of bed and look out the tiny window in the room. Then I remember that for me there is a difference between this room and the room I lived in in my uncle Aldo's mansion. Outside this small room, there is something beautiful that makes me want to go out. The vineyard that stretches before my eyes is impressive. For the first t
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
CHIARA P.O.V.I blink with pain in my head and my throat feels dry. Confused, I wonder if I'm dead. However, the faint peculiar smell that enters my nostrils warns me that this is not the case. That intoxicating and dangerous scent belongs to Wolfgang, and if he were in hell, he would be there. I wake up in a completely different room than the one I've been confined to for the last five days that I can remember. The little I can see of this dark room is that there is not much in it, there is little, but it clearly belongs to a man. I look at the needle that connects the IV to my vein, I also look at the heart monitor next to me.For the first time in a long time, I am afraid to assume that I am in a worse place than the dirty little room they locked me in, or worse, a place even worse than my uncle's house. At that moment, Wolfgang walks into the room, as if he had read my thoughts from wherever he was.The threatening silhouette of his large body covers me from the corridor light for
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
CHIARA P.O.V.Several days have passed since I woke up in this room, and the routine has become predictable. Especially when it comes to Wolfgang. While acting like I'm asleep, I watch my kidnapper's movements every day and have recorded them in my memory, after all, I had nothing better to do. He comes into the room to change clothes or take a shower at night, but then he disappears and I don't see him again until the next night.I wonder if Wolfgang resents not sleeping in his room, or why he hasn't tried to torment me with his threats to torture me. And most of all, I wonder how long I'll spend in this room before he sends me back to the other room, where he told me my hell would begin.Meanwhile, I've been feeling confused. Although I still don't feel safe around Wolfgang or in his house, I have noticed that I don't feel as depressed as when I arrived. Maybe I feel that way because Magda has been taking care of me. A nurse helps me bathe and change my clothes, and a psychologist h