When California's War Lords and Nevada's Diff’rent Strokes ended their decade-year friendship, my world came crashing down along with my unshakable loyalty. Like many other people, I had lost just more than my lifelong friends and allies but also my husband who abandoned me..... Dante ‘Merciless’ D’Angelo. We were now people with different missions and goals, strangers to one another as we pledged our loyalty to our mafias until he found my most well hidden secret, our son. Now he comes back into our lives with many secrets and promises... But all that matters now is my choice. Him or the mafia?View More
Dante's right hand man was frozen stiff with shock when he finally recognized me but he still didn't bulge from his spot. Just when I was already entertaining the idea of knocking some sense into him, Dante's weak but firm voice finally issued a command. "Rio, let her come in."I released a nasty smirk to Rio as he shifted aside to let me pass through and then I took advantage of our positions to slam the door to his face before he could come in. He released a string of Italian curses at the other end of the door which I ignored and surveyed my surroundings. The room was arranged as an infirmary with several beds placed horizontally beside each other with the heavy smell of disinfectants and medicine. I walked deep into the room until I found Dante lying on the bed with several stained bandages around his abdomen. "Marcella? What are you doing here?" Dante furrowed his face in slight confusion as he tried to stand up but only managed to leaned halfway on the headboard. "I brought th
I left no stone unturned in Dante's house after my discovery of his well hidden plans. The whole place was a mess but I didn't care since I knew the housekeeper would be visiting us the next day. It wasn't easy to find anything but the each paper I managed to get my hands on, only fuelled my conviction that my husband was up to no good. I kept all of them in my bag because I still wanted them as leverage against him in case he got on my bad side. I reached out to one of my undercover associates in order to find out what I needed to get a possible divorce approved and she promised to help me with it. When I was done with all my tasks, I started searching for Pedro until I found him in a corner of the hallway curled up on the rug. We hadn't really talked to each other since our big fight so I knew that his behavior was not really surprising. I approached him and tapped his little back gently to wake him up. "Pedro darling, go to your room and sleep. You will fall sick if you catch a co
Unfortunately, my plans to leave Dante didn't work out because of Pedro's refusal to co-operate. My greatest fear had finally come through seeing my little boy unwilling to leave his father behind. I was at the end of my patience after going through such a stressful fight with Dante so I put on my most sternest face to order my son. "Pedro, I am serious. Get up from the floor right now!"My voice was like a whiplash that made him flinch but he stubbornly laid on the floor like a ball and started wailing. I released a string of Italian curses that I wouldn't have let him hear on a normal day. At the end, I gave up on the idea knowing that my husband was right. I had no where to go and I couldn't risk Pedro's life when I still hadn't caught the person who was trying to kill me. The following days of the week passed without Dante's return after our argument. At first, I was very pleased that he wasn't here to anger me but the feelings soon changed to panic and then anger and resentment.
The next days in California was like a dream to me, the dream that I had always wanted since the day I married Dante. Ever since our reconcilation, he would come back home early to see Pedro and then we would spend some time talking to each other. We both never crossed the invisible boundary set and only ventured into light hearted topics as we laughed over the simple things about life.I found myself slipping deeper into the illusion that was created to myself when I asked him to come share the bedroom with me. He seemed very conflicted about my request so I had no choice but to explain. "I just don't want you to keep sleeping in the living room since it might be very uncomfortable. Besides, it's not that hard to share a bed, right?"Dante didn't respond immediately but I could feel the pressure from his inscrutable eyes so I bit my lips while looking away to stare at the wall. The silence in the room had become a bit ambiguous with me debating internally if it was still possible for
Dante still came by the next day when I was playing with Pedro to give us some food. My son was so happy to see his father again but I was more annoyed than ever seeing him smile so warmly in front of the child he rejected. I wanted to throw the fact in front of his face at the moment but I also didn't want to ruin this moment for my son so I kept my mouth shut and continued to give him the death stare. I vaguely heard him whisper to my son. "Should we really get that for your mother? Wanna come along?"Seeing Pedro nodding so enthusiastically only heightened my suspicions so I broke out in a coughing fit and reached for my son. "Pedro, where are you going? Come and hug your sick mother, love..."I spotted Dante's eyebrow twitch as if he was holding back his laughter but I didn't care. I was never going to allow him take my son anywhere without my company especially in my vulnerable state. California territory, this wasn't a place I could protect him. Pedro's warm and soft body mushe
I dreamt about my parents this time. I could see them fighting again but maybe, it was a one side beating like it had always been with my mother at the receiving end. I could hear their voices screaming at each other while I hid in the corner quietly praying that my uncle wouldn't come and make matters worse. Our houses were not far from each other and my father listened to him too much, hearing him preach absurd things like how a woman in the mafia is meant to attend to her man's needs all the time and worship him like a god......My mother returns to me later and tries to check up on me but the first thing I noticed is the change of clothes she had from a short or transparent one to a long, opaque shirt. Her face looks just fine but that's only because for some reason, my father didn't want his only child to find out he was beating his wife so he never hurt her in obvious places that could be seen. I want to touch her but I am afraid of hurting her so I continue to wrap my tiny han
A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door and the door suddenly opened as Aurelio stepped into the room. I had been waiting for him to stop by and he came to me with a brooding face like I had predicted. He tucked his hands in his trouser pockets and glanced over my body. "Frederico just told me that you woke up so I came to take a look. How are you?" "You are very smart for keeping your distance from me, Aurelio." A small smile reached by lips as I stared at him through the window glasses. My hands gripped the fruit knife that I got in the afternoon, my eyes following his every move as he sat on a couch opposite my bed. "You have a lot of nerve coming here after what you did. How could you kill all those girls?"He seemed to have realized just bad the situation was at the moment because at this point, he becomes very somber in front of me. All his bravado had disappeared in front of my fury. He replied to me in a quiet voice. "Marcella, please allow me to explain...""There i
"You promised me that you would listen to my orders." My gaze hardens on him as he continues to point his gun on a young woman who is currently curling in a corner with fright. The last thing I need is for him to go back on his words that's why I was being so nice to him these last few hours. Our eyes meet as I convey my resolve in my words as if they are a command. "Aurelio, I want them alive."Aurelio seems to waver a bit, lowering his gun and angle lower from the girl's head. I can see his confliction in his voice as he sighs a bit. "You know that there is nothing I can do about it. My orders were to kill on sight.""You had your men follow us?" I arch my eyebrow at him but he mistakes it for anger and retreats a little upon hearing my tone. I smile a little as I now realize that he was probably using me the same way I was using him. "You are really something else, Bloodthirst.""Anything less would make me unworthy of being a Capo of Diff’rent Strokes." He returns my smile with on
My soldiers and I were no longer disturbed by Aurelio's unit after the incident. We both managed to keep the little fight we had from leaking out of our territories because we didn't want the Underboss to find out about it. We kept looking for the girls in places that we would find them but those ones were smart enough not to leave any traces behind. When I had just come out from one of my warehouses in the evening, I saw a familiar figure waiting in front his car at the parking lot. Frederico who had also seen the guy immediately brought out his gun but I stopped him with my hand and said. "Let's not cause any bloodshed today, I will go and talk to him. You can go ahead without me. "Frederico was a bit hesitant to leave but at the end, he nodded his head as he withdrew his gun and tucked it back to his pocket. "Yes, Capo. I will go now."I watched him walk away before I approached the car that was waiting for me and said. "I thought I told you not to follow me, Aurelio. What are yo
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