Gianna opts for a loose-fitting dress that accentuates her Italian curves. She noticed that Giovanni had his eye on her when she was wearing a dress, so she opted for this one. Although she feels uncomfortable being alone with him, Gianna knew she needed to do this. Her father would never see Giovanni for what he was, so she needed to prove it. She's dealt with mobsters who were guilty before, she knew the telltale signs to look out for. 

The following chapter will be in fast forward, as I would like to continue with our original story. The truth will be revealed in the chapter to follow: In the months that follow, Gianna starts healing rapidly. Giovanni is still by her side every day and

Elizabeth stood stunned at the scene she just witnessed. Emily had shot her stepfather in cold blood then threatened everyone present, including August and herself. She looks around the room for August and finds him just as shell shocked. She walks over to him and touches his shoulder, "August, I think you need to say something, and call the police." She tells him, but then she realises that she's been wearing a wire from DC Police Department this whole time. Giovanni Russo's murder was broadcast live for Detective Decascos and Washington PD, he would certainly be on his way right now. "Detective, if you can hear me, you need to get over to Dereon Hall right now, there's been a murder!" She

The private jet touched down on Sicilian soil. Emily sits with her heart in her throat, the gravity of what she had just done hasn't quite sunk in yet. She looks over at Liza next to her and the two share a private understanding of one another's feelings. Liza chose to live the mob life with her, and Emily wasn't sure if she should laugh or cry. She brought Liza into this lifestyle so she would forever be responsible for her."Come, Mia. Let us

Elizabeth kicks off her heels as soon as she gets to her villa. Today was exponentially more stressful than other days, as the company was preparing for tomorrow’s press conference and handing over the business to her. She drags herself to the bathroom for a shower before her date with August, at least she had something to look forward to. As she gets undressed, her cell phone starts ringing. Digging through her handbag, she finally pulls it out and, smiling, sees that it’s August calling. “Hey, babe. I just got home from work and hopped straight into a shower. Will be two sec-