The mafia Don's weakness

Emiliana’s pov“Daddy let’s take a loan from the bank” I say . “ if this was possible I would have done it ten years ago, I am clueless on how to pay back the debt” my father says looking downcast.I tell my father to contact David morano to schedule a meeting, to which he looks at me skeptically, but proceeds to book the meeting anyways,by instructing his secretary to send the message. The ball is now in my court, I will save my family, I say this to myself on my way out of my father’s hospital room.I think about David morano and the debt my family owe, as I drive towards the house in silence, with a sad smile,enjoying the view of the dark sky, lights on the streets, the bustling and hustling of individuals on the streets, little kids with their parents making their way home.Arriving home, I slowly turn the door knob and make my way to my room without switching on the lights, as I don’t want to be reminded of my moment of pain again. I immediately pick up my phone, laying on th

Emiliana povLuciano Martello, he is the owner of the car I had slipped into, of course he was right there at the right time.He dropped me off at the hospital and I ran out of the car as fast as my legs could carry me without so much as a thank you, he didn’t deserve it.I walk into my father’s hospital room after fixing myself in the hospital rest room, I plaster a smile on my face as I walk down the hospital corridor, saying hello to the nurses and doctors. “ Hey Dad you’re looking good today” I say making my way towards the couch to sit, while waiting for the nurse to finish attending to him, so I could move closer. He smiles and winces in pain, making me shoot up from my chair, towards him. “Daddy are you alright?” I ask with concern laced in my voice. “ I just want my daughter really close to me” he laughs again, I also laugh along with him forgetting my worries for a minute.I immediately wipe the smile off my face, looking extremely serious and sad. This expression on my face

Emiliana 's pov what is wrong with you? Why did you kiss me? I tremble in anger, with red teary eyes. I feel like I have been robbed, as I have always wanted to give my first kiss to my husband. Still full of rage, a little voice in my head whispers, but he is your husband, “He's not my husband!!!!”,I say in a loud voice, staring him in the face, with my eyebrows furrowed, and lips pouted. “Well I am your husband, and that's not gonna change anytime soon,” Luciano says, as he makes his way into the bathroom. I stand upright, and face his already retreating form, blessed with well toned abs, this sight distracts me a little, from the major reason why I'm standing. Noticing my silence, Luciano immediately turns around, jolting me out of my day dream, leaving me a blushing mess, why I feel embarrassment creeping up my cheeks, turning it red like that of a fresh tomato, at being caught ogling my husband’s back. How did you know what I thought ? I don't remember saying anything, to you

Emiliana's pov I feel so relieved as Luciano leaves the house for his office. I dig out my laptop to source for more information about my newly wed husband Luciano, as I await the arrival of my belongings, so I can sort and arrange them in. I don't have anything to do at the moment, hence I convince myself not to feel guilty, for looking up information about Luciano, I start my search through the internet as I'm done convincing myself. I have been on the internet and on my laptop for hours, with no success towards my goal. There's no scandal on the internet regarding Luciano, only if they knew what he and his loons are capable of , I mutter to myself , I pull off my glasses, feeling my eye muscles fail me, while making my way towards the kitchen. I make my way slowly toward the kitchen, exhausted, hungry, and walking with steps resembling that of a zombie, as my stomach growls, in response to the mouth watering aroma I perceive. On getting to the kitchen, I pause at the entrance,

Luciano’s pov“I should have killed that bastard the moment he said those words to me” I say to Damien on our way out of the dungeon. We head towards our offices to freshen up. with anger clearly evident on my face I walk taking long strides in haste to get towards my office, to release the anger brewing inside me. I am livid at the realization of my time wasted, without a result to show for the time and effort I put in. it pains me that, I left my newlywed wife at home to deal with this bastard, and he still wouldn’t speak the truth. “you didn’t ask him if he had any evidence, maybe we should listen to him, and probably do some investigations to clear our doubts” Damien says as we get inside the elevator which takes us to the last floor, where our offices are situated as the highest ranking members of the Martello mafia. I turn sharply to stare at Damien, with shock clearly written on my face, with my mouth open and hanging. “Damien I do not for any reason doubt my uncle, h