Pov: AndreEvery bone in my body was rattling with rage.After putting a call across to the family doctor, I watched Bianca drift into a fitful sleep and my hands wouldn't stay still as I brushed her hair away from her face, the image of her struggling underneath that man was enough to sear my senses.The lights had been turned off when I got to the room and it was easy to put two and two together and realize that he was the one behind Bianca's fear of the dark.Benito came as soon as possible and my phone buzzed in my pocket just as he started checking for any fractures or internal injuries. I picked it up immediately. Leon's voice was grave on the other line, "boss, apparently, that man... He's Bianca's uncle. Gustavo Fiori. Fifty two. Consigliere to a capo in Philadelphia."My eyes bulged. "What?!" Because, even though I was a sick bastard, I would never try to get with my thirty years younger neice. "I'm guessing Maria invited him," I said underneath my breath."Yes, boss.""Ge

Pov: AndreI placed an arm behind her knees and another on her back and lifted her out of the car. I carried her easily in my arms as we walked into the house, my men converging around me.She rubbed her cheek against my chest, sighing softly like a kitten, her eyes fluttering close. "I think I like this whole: spending your entire life proving how much you love me. It makes me feel like a princess."I grunted. "I must not be doing enough. You're meant to feel like a queen."Her hand reached up to touch my cheek, her soft palm brushing my dark bristles. I looked at her and nearly keeled over. Her beauty was not something I had gotten used to. I could get used to. "Careful, Andre," she whispered, a smile playing on her red lips, her emerald eyes glimmering with mischief. "Your men will think you're going soft on them, fussing over a woman."I shot her a dark gaze. "I'm fussing over MY woman. Any of my men that have a problem with that can say it to my face, staring up the muzzle of m

Pov: BiancaIt shocked me how quickly the club changed from its bright, glittery aesthetics to something that belonged in a horror movie the deeper we went into the building. There were men in black lining the hallways with hardened gazes and the darkness of the Cosa Nostra in their eyes.They straightened up as Andre walked past them. It was obvious that they not only feared him, they revered him. These men would shoot themselves in the head if Andre ordered them to, and just knowing that I was getting married to a man that commanded such power was overwhelming.Andre walked with such power and authority ahead of me, with a cold, dark and quiet sort of grace that had the entire temperature of the hallway dropping by a few degrees. We had been walking together but it was so much easier to slip a few steps behind him and admire the view. I focused on the way his broad shoulders stretched the perfectly tailored Armani suit, his strides confident and powerful. He radiated so much power

Pov: BiancaIn my usual careless fashion, I forgot the way to Andre's office and walked into the first door I found.I sat on the desk, my hands trembling in my laps.I did it.It's done.Breath taking relief and gut wrenching guilt were fighting a war in the pit of my soul. I tried taking deep breaths but ended up hyperventilating.After a few minutes, the door pushed open and Andre walked in.He must have taken a shower because his hair was wet and slicked back and he was wearing a black dress shirt, instead of the white one he stepped out with.The look on his face was hard to read, hardly any emotion swirled in his black orbs. I dropped my gaze and looked at my hands that were still trembling in my lap.He let out a sigh and walked over to me. I didn't look up, even when he was right in front of me, his Tom Fords coming into view."Look at me," he ordered, and unable to resist him, I did.His gaze softened. His right hand came up to cup my cheek, his thumb stroking my cheek soft

Pov: AndreMária had rented out an entire high end Italian restaurant for the occasion, to ensure that we would be uninterrupted during the entire discussion.She was over the top like that, and I didn't mind, seeing as it was my papa's money and I hadn't wanted to accommodate her in my office where thoughts of bending Bianca over my desk and taking her from behind seemed to resurface everytime I blinked.She donned a white fur jacket and black jumpsuit with long diamond earrings and an equally large diamond set of rings on her fingers. Her dark hair was now dyed blonde, christian dior sunshades shielded her eyes and louboutin heels clad her feet.She had been nervous cracking her knuckles when we showed, her body movement anxious and antsy."Angelo mio," she whispered, rising to her feet when we walked through the doors. She wasted no time in leaving the table to come and throw her arms around Bianca, sobbing quietly.Bianca was stiff in her mother's arms but at least she hadn't bolt