Semua Bab The Boss's Obsession: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Aria's POV “Quickly, grab her!” a gruff voice calls out behind me. I turn to run when a large hand grabs my wrist. I pull hard, yanking myself free. I quickly kick the man in the groin and start running again as he falls back groaning. I have never been here before, but I know there is a main road up ahead somewhere. I can hear the bustle of the traffic in the distance. I run as fast as my legs can carry me. The sun is still low, casting dark shadows over the alleyways between the tall buildings. The stench of garbage and rotten food is overwhelming, making me want to gag. I keep running until the alleyways become busier with more and more people about. I have to jump over a crate and side- step a cat that hisses at me as I run past. I try my best to stay on my feet and not bump into anyone. A fall now would be the end of me. Just one more block and I should be out of here. I can already see the main road up ahead. As I come around the last corner, I am knocked off my feet, the hard

Aria's POVIt is late in the afternoon when we make our way back to the east of Westwood where Uncle Marcello lives. The sun is already low on the horizon. As we drive, I watch the tall mansions sparkling on the mountainside, one just being bigger and more extravagant than the next. I was hoping to get away from this place, from these people, but the harder I try to get away, the more Westwood pulls me in.Uncle Marcello’s house is the last one on the street, right at the very top of the mountain. The Tuscan Villa was built into the side of a cliff, over-looking the entire valley. On a clear night, the view stretches all the way to the ocean showing off the most breath-taking sunsets. The house is surrounded by a landscaped garden that houses some of the most beautiful and unique roses imported from every corner of the world. The house is exquisite during the day, but night-time is when the house truly comes alive with hundreds of lanterns lighting up the garden pathways creating a ma

Johnny's POVThe only thing that keeps playing over and over in my mind is the way things ended with Aria last night. I could see the hurt in her eyes when I told her that the kiss we shared was a mistake. How do I explain this to her?My father clangs his cup down in the saucer in attempt to get my attention. I reluctantly roll my eyes up from the carpet to look at him.“We have talked about this before son, I do not want you getting involved with Aria” my father says leaning back in his leather recliner, puffing small clouds of smoke from his Cuban cigar.“Father, I do not understand” I say confused. Why is he so against me being with Aria?“There is nothing for you to understand, son. I am Don. What I say is law” he says slapping his hand on the desk with the last word.I watch my knuckles turn white as I grab the edge of his wooden desk, pulling myself up to my full height.“Not for long. I will be Don soon and I will choose who I will love” I say.My father bursts out laughing.“

Aria's POV “Stai attentat ragazza!” the stranger shouts. “Excuse me?” I say confused, still standing there gaping like a fish out of water. My family was Italian, but to my shame, I do not know the language. I turn my head to get a better look at the man, and it is as if all the air gets knocked out of my lungs. I am sure my mouth is hanging open, there might even be drool at the corners. Never have I seen a man so attractive before, on a magazine cover yes, but never this close in real life. The man towering over me is the most perfect specimen. His pitch-black hair is cut into a quiff which only makes his piercing, Nordic blue eyes even more striking. My eyes slide across his chest, I notice the way his shirt is straining over the large muscles underneath. “Enjoying the view?” he asks with a thick Italian accent. I can immediately feel the heat spread across my entire face. “I, uhm, I” I want to say something clever, but in this moment, in front of this man. I have forgotten ho

Aria's POVI make my way down the stairs to the ballroom for my Cinderella moment. Uncle Marcello has decided that my eighteenth birthday should be the event of the year. We are having a black-tie Masquerade where the entire Giudici and every Don on the west coast is invited. This is a bitter- sweet moment for me. This event signals a new chapter in my life, but instead of being excited, the loss of my family weighs heavy on my heart. Somehow it feels like after tonight things are never going to be the same again.I take a deep breath inhaling the familiar rose scent drifting in from the garden. Johnny and Uncle Marcello are waiting to escort me down the stairs. They are both dressed in black tuxedo’s wearing white masks.“You look beautiful, my girl” Uncle Marcello says as he takes me into a big Bearhug. “Your parents would have been so proud of the woman you have become” he says squeezing me even harder.Behind him Johnny clears his throat.As soon as Uncle Marcello lets go of me, J