CHAPTER 8: Sweet but Psycho I wanted to see what I would be up against. "The nerve of this man to rat us out to the authorities." Adriano was clearly upset. "I-I didn't d-do..." "Who told you to speak, fucker?" Adriano slapped him and wiped the blood off his palm. That must have hurt. I grimaced. "Did you or did you not leak the warehouse's location?" "I-I." "I hate liars, Rico. I really do. I saved your family, gave you my undying protection, let you off with your debts, and the only thing you could do to me was rat me out?" The man shook his head violently. Must be hard for him, I thought. I had dealt with men like him in the past, men who would lie till they die. Telling the truth should at least redeem them somehow at their last breath, but some things can't be helped...some things have to go to the grave. One of Adriano's warehouses in Sicily was raided. From their conversation and the file that Adriano threw on the floor before he brutally hit Rico, I gathered that the
CHAPTER 9: Focus on What's Important! Adriano was still in the bathroom, cleaning himself, and the maids had thrown out his blood-drenched shirt. He had asked me to join him, but I declined. Instead, I stayed on the bed and fumbled with a locket containing a photo of my family. Adriano had seen it a couple of times, but he didn't know what was in the pendant. My phone rang, and I saw Maria's name on the screen. We didn't say much to each other after she forced me into marriage with Adriano. I understood her desperation to avenge my father and her family. But I didn't want to have to get married to do that. I was scared that I'd end up carrying the child of my father's murderer. Thank goodness for birth control pills. I put my chain with the locket around my neck and stepped out of the house into the garden. I called her back, and she picked up. I stayed silent, expecting her to break the silence, and she did as expected. "Don't be so petty, Serena," she spoke through the phone. I
Chapter 10: For Our Mafia "Aren't these the kind of things women look forward to? You were eager to get married, weren't you?" I pulled away from him and sat up. "I know, but I see you every day and that's enough. You have a big Mafia to look after; you have no time for such luxuries, Adriano." "Do you think I cannot make time for you?" He sat up as well, sensing that we were about to have a serious discussion. His green eyes stared intently into mine. "No, I know you can, but-" "Then let me make time for you. Let me make you happy." The moments when his beautiful green eyes softened for me were the times I got hella confused. "You already make me happy." I was determined to convince him. I didn't have time for something so frivolous. I didn't want anything to attach us or connect us after I ruined him. I didn't want to feel bad. "I'm happy here. I'm happy when I see you. It doesn't matter where we go; everywhere's the same with you." "Jeez, that was cheesy!" He laughed. I could
Chapter 11: Affections Aside "You can call it quits if you want," I told him, wiping the sweat off my forehead. "Never. We're just getting started." His sword clashed with mine with great force, almost causing me to lose my grip. "You may choose to surrender if you want to." "To my enemy? I'd rather die honorably by the sword than give up easily like a coward." I dodged his attack. "You take things too seriously. So seriously that you've taken this fencing match as a way to have fun with me." He struck again. "You're taking this too lightly." I struck back, the blades almost touching him. "If you two stop the small talk and focus on your fencing, we'll be able to leave here faster." Pietro commented, looking absolutely apathetic. "Shut up, Pietro." Our swords collided abruptly, while our glaring gazes met Pietro's bored face. He was supposed to be watching us. "I need a drink." He waved and left. So much for a bodyguard. "You're really giving it your all, aren't you?" "You mu
Chapter 12: Date Week I woke up to an empty bed, not that I expected him to be there anyway. I sat up, stretching my sore body from the way Adriano gripped it the previous night. Even though he lost to me, at least I got my one wish. I planned to use it wisely. I stood up, butt naked, looking for the nearest clothing to cover myself with when I heard a knock on the door. I grabbed my black robe, swiftly knotting it before saying, "Come in." And in came four maids. Two of them were carrying wrapped boxes and the others had jewelry sets. "Good morning, ma'am," they bowed before placing the boxes on the bed. "Good morning," I gave a polite smile. As they turned to leave, one of them handed me a small note. For my woman, I hope they are to your liking. Be ready by 6:30 tonight. ~ I love you. ~ Adriano♡ "Perhaps if your father was alive to pay, maybe you could have gifted these to someone who would be swooned by your gestures." I burnt the note with a lighter, making sure there wa
Chapter 13: For Fun "After two-timing me," he tightened his grip. "Let me go," I warned. With a menacing look, he replied, "Why should I?" "Angelo, I am with my husband. If he finds out-" "Let him find out. He'll get to know that he married a whore." The pressure he applied where he gripped began to hurt. "Ngh," I winced. "Don't you dare address me like that! I'm not a whore. For fuck's sake, we weren't even dating. You looked nice, you wanted to get laid. I needed to pass time. We both got what we wanted, and whatever happened the night before my wedding was nothing but a mistake. It was for fun. Don't take your frustration out on me." "You played with my feelings for fun?" Making sure his eyes were focused on me, I stepped on him with my heel. He let me go, but before I could escape, he pulled my hair back. I tried to kick him, but he grabbed my leg and brought me down. This is why I hate dresses. Even with a slit, the material wasn't stretchy enough for me to move like I wan
Chapter 14: Petty. Upon entering the house, Mamma Lia and a maid welcomed us as if we were getting married again. Before leaving, Mamma Lia had mentioned that she wanted to hear all about how the night went. "How did it go, I-" Before Mamma Lia could continue, Adriano interrupted her. "Mamma Lia, could you have someone bring the first aid box to my room?" He said, leading me upstairs. "What happened? Is everything alright?" Mamma Lia expressed her concerns, but Adriano didn't say a word. Instead, he continued to lead me upstairs. His actions didn't surprise me, nor was his silence killing me. I knew he would demand an explanation, and I was more than prepared to give him one. He opened the door and sat me on the bed. I tried to remove the coat on my own, but he stopped me. "Don't. I'll help with that. Your hand is terribly wounded." "How did you-" "There was blood on the gun after I took it from you." "Oh." Was all I said. The air around us was tense, and the confidence I had
Chapter 15: Control Freak I wriggled under his grasp, trying to wrestle my way out. I attempted to kick him with my legs, but he firmly pinned them down, taking advantage of his size and height. "Adriano Di Salvo, let me go!" I protested strongly. "Bella, you are becoming more arrogant by the day. I don't appreciate the person you are becoming. No one has dared to address me the way you just did." His expression was dark, and different. "I'm arrogant?" I scoffed. "You beat someone up, I shot him. You held me close in the car, treated my wound, and then ignored me like a child. I am simply trying to call you to order. That is my duty as your wife!" "I do not need you to call me to order!" he yelled. "I act and call the shots on my own terms." "By ignoring problems?" I sinisterly laughed. "That's cowardly," I sneered. His grip tightened on my hand, and his nails began to dig into my skin. "Let me go! You're hurting me," I hissed in pain as he dug deeper. "Do you want to know how