LOGINGabriellaAdrianna had just left my room a few hours ago and now I was pacing the four walls.We had just finished playing this game called two truths and a lie and it was fun while it lasted. But soon I was back to the void, the boredom, I’m afraid it was something I just couldn't escape, so far I was still under Marcello’s roof.I hated the silence, the stillness, it forced me to face reality, it made me think about my father, my home, and the life that had been ripped from me.And I kept asking myself, how long can I keep playing the calm and cool unbothered wife?How long till I lose it?I stopped at the door and rested my palm on the cool brass knob. I expected it to be locked, the way it usually was after lights-out. But it twisted easily. Open.A smile escaped my lips as I pushed the door open and immediately I was welcomed by the empty and dark hallways. Not even the guards were present to stop me from walking further into the dark.Yet I tiptoed, I wasn’t about to bring a
MarcelloMy phone buzzed on the nightstand, the sound piercing and annoying to the ears. It woke me out of the deep slumber I was in. I didn’t stop, it was like some buzzing alarm. “Where the hell are you?” I tried to reach for it until my hand found it. It was Rico Blades calling.I answered immediately.“Yeah?”I said my voice was thick with sleep.“The Job’s done,” Rico said. His voice is calm. “I’m outside the gate.”Instantly the drowsiness cleared off, and I sat up fast, yanking the sheets off my bare chest. My heart thumped so hard against my ribs. “You’re sure it’s Stefan ?”“Yeah.”“Yeah? Where is he now?”“Got him trussed up like a Christmas ham. You coming out or what?”“Stay there.”I hung up, swung my legs over the side of the bed, and grabbed the first shirt I could find, a black button-down hanging over the chair. Didn’t bother with all the buttons. Just yanked it on as I moved. My boots were by the door; I shoved my feet into them without socks. Grabbed my gun fro
Marcello My stepfather used to love this place, the study room was like his man cave, his favourite place to be.Of course, he never allowed anyone in asides my mother and his other concubines. He often locked himself up here and had his dinner there all by himself. He hated eating with the rest of the family at the dining table. Probably because he couldn’t bear the sight of me.But sitting here made me understand why this place was dear to him. It was peaceful, the only place in this mansion where I could be productive.A cigarette burned between my fingers, the tip glowing orange, and I wondered if this would make me even calmer, because one needed to be in a stable state of mind to figure out the truth. I needed answers. I needed someone to bleed for what happened to my sister.Suddenly, the wooden door creaked open and Luca walked in, from his countenance I could tell he was here to deliver bad news, one I didn’t want to hear. He stopped a few feet from the desk, hands cla
Gabriella For the first time in months, I was glad; that someone who wasn’t supposed to mean anything was alive and unarmed. Adrianna lay on my lap while I stroked her hair; she looked smaller in the oversized pajamas she wore. Her curly hair fell over her face, and she looked like an innocent angel. Who would believe she shared the same surname with Marcello, the ruthless monster?Even though he looked softer yesterday when he was trying to rescue his sister, that was the first time I’d ever seen him tense or emotional. He didn’t even show feelings at his parents’ memorial but almost lost his cool when he found out Adrianna was missing. I guess she’s the one he loves the most. I reached over and touched her back gently. “Adrianna… What happened? After the memorial. How did they take you?”She sat up, her face drained of colour as if my question had reminded her of the trauma she had gone through.She played with her fingers, avoiding my gaze. “ I left the house because I needed
StefanThe steam from the hot tub sizzled around my skin as if I were standing over a boiling ring.It was barely ten in the morning yet the sun was out. On my left, Valentina leaned into me, her blonde hair damp and clinging to her tanned shoulders, the red strings of her bikini barely holding on. On my right, Sofia traced slow circles on my arm with a manicured nail, her blue eyes half-closed in contentment. I took a long pull from the big fat cigar between my fingers, letting the smoke roll out slow and thick.“This,” I said, voice loud enough to carry over the jets, “this is life.”Valentina giggled and pressed closer, her lips brushing my ear. “You always say that, Don Stefan.”“Because it’s always true when I’m here with you two.” I grinned, slapping the water so it splashed their chests. They laughed in unison, the sound sweet and careless to my ears.For the first time in a long time I felt like a king; hell, I was a king. The Lombardi name still meant something in this city
Marcello.Half way up the road, I sped so fast that the tires screamed around as I gripped the wheels so hard my knuckles turned white , but I didn’t care, the goal was to reach my destination before anything bad happened to Adrianna. If anything did happen to her, I'd never forgive myself.“Can you slow down a little bit?” Luca said, sitting beside me. I hadn’t slowed down even for a pothole. “What’s the GPS saying?” I ignored his questions, my body might be behind the wheel but I’m thinking about my lovely sister , wondering if she was even alive. “GPS says the phone’s pinging from an unfinished construction site,” Luca reported ,looking out the window . “According to the google map this place looks isolated and the route is stony and hard to navigate with a car.”“I don’t care. We'd do anything to get Adrianna back safely.”I pressed the accelerator harder, increasing the speed once again. I’m sure the guards at the back seat were scared for their lives. The thought of

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