EighteenIt was bad enough having one Luna brother to deal with. Having both of them around was an absolute nightmare. Cesare had suddenly decided that he needed to spend as much time with Laura as possible. He was always at the apartment. Fixing a bookcase that didn’t need fixing. Moving in random furniture, half-shirtless, when I knew full well that he had enough money to hire someone to do it. Hell, that Laura definitely could have paid for on her own.He lurked.He lurked at the college around my classes. He lurked at the coffee shop that I went to. If we happened to brush past each other in the hallway, he found any excuse that he possibly could to touch my hand. Or an arm. My cheek. My ass.If he even so much as grazed me, my whole world lit up in colors that I hadn’t seen before. It was as if I had only been painting in muted colors my whole life, only to have everything be in neon.Bright. Colorful. And loud. My heart raced, my cheeks flushe
Nineteen The brothers weren’t only haunting my waking hours. They were haunting my sleeping hours. Mostly, when I dreamed, I dreamed of Cesare. I wish I could explain why he was the one haunting my thoughts when I knew how dangerous he was. Not that either brother was exactly a kitten, but there was something about Cesare that I had never been able to shake. Even after I had slept with him, and failed at killing him, I would have been lying if I said that I hadn’t thought of him since then. It was hard not to. I had had his daughter. I had imagined telling him thousands of times over the years. Sometimes, he took me in his arms, kissed me, and told me that we were going to be a family together. Other times, he pointed a gun to my head. In my darkest moments, he was doing all of the things that I wanted him to do. He would pin me up against the wall of my apartment, pull off my pants, my underwear, and then he would rip his own off and thrust his coc
Twenty The charity event that Donatello was forcing me to go with him to was for inner city youth. He dropped off a dress for me to wear, and picked me up at my apartment. “Are you ready to go?” he asked when I came out wearing it. “I’m ready,” I said, “but I hate this dress.” The dress was red, extremely low-cut, and the black heels that I was wearing were already killing my feet. “You look beautiful.” Donatello took my arm and kissed me on both cheeks. I still wasn’t sure what I thought of my father yet. I knew I had barely liked him when I thought of him as my uncle. He had wanted to control everything that I did. Now that I knew the truth, that Donatello was my real father, it was even harder to like him. “I feel like I’m faking.” “You won’t be after tonight. After tonight, everyone will know that you are a Vitore. You won’t believe the kind of doors that will open up for you. Who knows? If you play your cards right, you
Twenty-one: Inside, I was surprised by the amount of important people I saw at the event. People for business, a few pop stars, and a lot of actors. Not to mention a couple of people I was sure were famous for something judging by the amount of gossip surrounding them and people taking their pictures. Influencers, maybe? Donatello kept on having people come up to him and he kept on introducing me as his daughter. I ignored most of the conversations and hoped that Danny Fox would make an appearance again. “Emmilia?” I heard someone call my name from across the room. I had been about to stuff a mushroom cheese puff into my mouth from one of the caterers wait staff when it happened. I paused, certain that I must have been mistaken about who the voice was. Because at that moment, it sounded to me like Nikos Balis. Vicky Marino, the woman I believed to be my mother, had told me that he was alive. But when Donatello appeared and to
Twenty-two: The rest of the night was long. By the time I got home, I felt like every future I had imagined for myself had been taken away from me. If I didn’t listen to my father, I was never going to get my daughter back. But now that I’d said no to Cesare, who was he going to have me marry? I didn’t know. I didn’t like the idea of Donatello picking my future husband. If he had it his way, he would pick someone that wouldn’t let me do anything. There was only one person that could save me from this. Unfortunately, he was also someone my father liked. That was a small problem. However, I had something that tied me to him in a way that nobody else did. I had Cesare’s daughter. I wasn’t sure if Cesare would still want me if I told him the truth, but I found myself relieved when Cesare was at the apartment. He was at the kitchen counter, having a cup of coffee with his sister. Laura and Cesare both looked up when I entered.
Twenty-three: He picked me up and he wrapped my legs around his waist. He kissed me deeply, and bit down on my lip, hard. I didn’t mind. I only whimpered a little. Cesare carried me into my room. “Cesare…” I whispered. “Don’t protest,” he said, “do you know how long I’ve wanted you? Do you know I fuck myself to sleep every night thinking about you?” He placed me on my bed, gently, then took his shirt off. I forgot how gorgeous he was. He pulled off my shirt, and my bra, and stared at me for a moment. I waited for him to do something. “You’re fucking perfect.” He grabbed one breast and started to play with my nipple. My whole body tensed, my toes curled, and I moaned. “Cesare…” I was breathless from the kissing. I wanted more than him playing with my breasts. I wanted him inside of me. He kept on playing with my breasts, then he stopped for a moment to take off his pants. When he was naked, I couldn’t help but stare at his coc
Twenty-four: In the morning, I woke up feeling sore, and achy, and pleasant. I glanced over to see if Cesare was there but he wasn’t. He did leave a note though. I grabbed it and read what it said. To keep up the ruse-Cesare I smiled at the words. Cesare had a plan. He always did. I got up, showered, and got dressed. Before I even could get out of my room, there was a knock on the door. Galileo was standing there waiting for me, his brown eyes filled with fury. “Er, hi.” Guilt filled my stomach. “You were with him.” He glared at me, and his nostrils flared. “You don’t understand---” He reached out and grabbed me by the wrist. His grip tightened so hard that I couldn’t get out. “What are you doing?” I demanded. “I’m not yours, Galileo. I have a child with your brother.” He shook his head. “That doesn’t mean that the two of you get to run off and hide. Not when there are people that care about you that
Twenty-five: It had been a long time since I’d been to New York. I thought maybe we’d take a private jet or something. But as Galileo explained, if we took a jet, Cesare would know. “The train?” I said, surprised when the train station was where he had parked the car. Galileo glanced over at me. “You’ve been rich for about five seconds. Don’t tell me you’ve become a snob already.” I laughed. “No, I haven’t. I just thought that you’d have some fancy way of getting there, that’s all. Also, I wasn’t sure that the Luna brothers would even know what the train was.” Galileo smirked. “Cesare probably wouldn’t. He’s a posh priss. But when I started working at the restaurant, a lot of my co-workers took the train home. It seemed weird to show up in my car. So, I started taking the train home with them. It’s actually what made them trust me so much in the kitchen. We’d take the train home and talk and then I wasn’t just Octavious Luna’