AthenaI watched Luciano walk out of the lounge, stunned by all that I had witnessed. What in the world? Had he just fought his best friend because of me? Crap! I pulled my veil tighter over my face and bit at my lower lip. Had he seen me? Was that why he had displayed all of that? No, it didn't seem likely. He had not glanced at the corner I stood in. Not even once. He did not know I was there. Hell, I'd bet he wouldn't have thought I would be here in his wildest dreams. My mind replayed the scene I had witnessed over and over trying to make sense of it. Luciano and Luca had a spat. Luca had said something offensive about me. Well, it wasn't that offensive. He'd called me a bimbo. I'd expected he could do better than that. There were so many other creative insults aside from bimbo for fuck sake. Luciano had taken great offense apparently. But I had seen him fight himself. I had seen him withdraw trying to control himself from most likely doing something he would regret. But man I

AthenaThe rest of the night passed in a blur. That would not be the entire truth, however. I had spent the night locked up in a bedroom like some fucking hostage. Luciano hadn't locked me up at first. After the whole scene he had caused, we'd gotten tired and finally, he let go. I had tried to escape several times. Who could blame me? How the hell was I supposed to stay with a mafia lord who knew that I knew his identity? It didn't make any fucking sense.If it were left to him, I was sure he would lock me in here forever. Ha! I scoffed, leaning my head against the wall. He would have to chop off my legs to make that possible. Frederick would be worried sick if he hadn't heard from me in days. I felt around for the phone I had stashed in my bra and sighed deeply. I would have to find a good hiding place for it. Why hide it anymore? A voice in my head asked and I frowned, whipping it out. I could just send the evidence to Frederick and the FBI would be here in a matter of hours. Lu

Luciano"Raven," I growled unable to hold back. I was no saint. I had spent the entire day, trying to control myself. Making sure I didn't overstep my boundaries. Making sure she was calm. Perhaps I was being unreasonable. Raven Gonzalez was a potential danger to the mafia. She had discovered the hideout, she knew who I was, if Luca or Giorgia were here, they would do everything they could to get rid of her, and of that I was certain. But I couldn't. Not like I couldn't. I didn't want to. Fuck, it was Raven. The very woman who drove me as mad as a hatter and as wild as a fucking buck. I wanted her with every single fiber of my being. I couldn't let her go. Not yet. I doubted I could ever let her go anyway. She had grown on me. I hated to admit it. But it was the plain truth. She had grown on me, slowly but surely. Her laughs, her teases, her mood swings. I had come to adore the woman who was Raven Gonzalez and I didn't think I could let her go. Not now not ever. Perhaps later I

Athena Two days passed while I was in Luciano's cabin. I had no idea how time passed by so fast. I had barely realized it either. Luciano had been...What was the word for it? Different? Changed? Changed sounded like I was advocating for him. Different seemed to suit him more. Or perhaps doting. Yes doting. For the love of all things good, Luciano was as doting as hell. I had never seen anything like it and while I complained and spent the two days trying to wear him down, I enjoyed it. And I felt so damned guilty for enjoying it. I really shouldn't enjoy it. Frederick was most likely worried sick, my father's death hadn't been avenged yet, and yet I had the nerve to prance around and play with Luciano like some besotted fool. But hell, I was tired. Ever since my father died, I had lived for everyone else but myself. I had lived for my father until I was given a chance to make Luciano pay and then I had to live for Fredrick. All my years in the FBI were spent without rest, consta

ATHENA’S POVEnjoying the view of where we were at, I felt a bit happy and I was certain to keep the moment to myself to reminisce, if the need for it came.I sat on his bed, looking at a few pictures on the wall. “So, do you have anything to say or to ask me? I’m open for any conversation.” I said, with a smile.I was trying my best to make this a good moment, knowing that my foster father was going to get him arrested, tomorrow. “Well, I am not sure I have anything to say.” He said, with a smile as he also looked around.I didn’t want us to be quiet and not to say anything at all. This wasn’t what I had planned in my head. It wasn’t going to be nice to leave with a boring memory. Then I sighed, racking my brain and thinking of what to do to make him have something to say or I myself to have something to say.“Well, I do have a question.” He finally broke the silence, which made my heart jump in excitement.“Alright, go on. What’s that?” I asked, impatiently, but tried not to let i