~VITTORIA~The next day, I sat in my car outside the nightclub owned by Roman where the Cosa Nostra meeting was going to be held. It was something I never thought I'd be attending this soon and as much as Tiziano had always prepared me for it, I still wasn't prepared. The Belluci curse had never favoured me in the Cosa Nostra and one thing I knew was that men in the Cosa Nostra had Misogyny for breakfast every morning and were ready to spit it whenever the chance jumped out."So I'd have to wait in here for you?" Scout asked from beside me. I mentally face-palmed myself on how I had totally forgotten about him being there and somehow ended up bringing him all the way here.Scout was someone I had slept with like thrice in the past with. He used to work for Tiziano until he started working for me, and started doing more than just work. It was a secret we both kept from Tiziano, knowing that if Tiziano found out, he was going to be a goner that instant."Wait in here with no trouble and

~VITTORIA ~The sun seemed to have awoken at the same time as I did because the next thing was the sun's rays hitting my face harshly. Usually, Nicola would have been the one to shut the blinds whenever I slept off but with her staying at the quarters which was a fair distance from the main house, it was a hassle altogether for the both of us.I sprang up annoyed, hissing and cursing Roman under my breath, ready to walk into his room and stab not only his hand to the table but his neck as well. Because why the fuck would he kill Scout? What did Scout ever do?I dashed out of the room, banging the door and making my way towards the direction of the staircase, when I heard chattering and laughter coming from the kitchen. If there was one thing I noticed in the past few days of being here, it was that none of the guards usually came into the house, probably Roman loved his privacy or something. So I was genuinely curious to know who was allowed into the kitchen.I reached there and the s

ROMAN"Are you sure Bianchi's guys won't retaliate?" Cleto asked as he threw a dart to the dartboard. His lips turned downwards when it landed on one of the lowest numbers on the board. He was never a good player, but that didn't hinder him from playing either.I sat cross-legged behind him, playing with a lighter in my hand and chewing on a piece of gum. "I mean, if they come knocking, we'd open the door. Wouldn't we?"Cleto threw another dart while Diego snorted at his score. "You have to give up, Perdente.""Idiota." Cleto cursed back eyeing him as he took a seat, leaving the darts finally and pouring out some alcohol."Bianchi's men can't do shit. They're cowards." I said ignoring their little banter."I guess you're really going out of your way to make her fall in love with you," Cleto commented, downing his alcohol. "Can't really remember when last you acted this way."I scoffed, not answering him. That had not been one of my best decisions. And Cleto was right, it was a rash on

~VITTORIA~"Welcome?" He jeered, glancing at his guys before turning back to me. "You're an annoying chick you know? The only female in Brooklyn's Costa Nostra yet you're always making trouble!" He shouted in my face.Making trouble? Like I was the man who killed his damn leader.I felt the little rain of saliva that flew out of his mouth on my face and instantly got disgusted. I hissed and stood up, scrunching my face up. "You know one thing I hate?""We don't fucking care what you hate, you goddammed Belluci!" He shouted once more and his guys laughed.I smiled and nodded at them. "Guess I'd have to show you airheads then."With that and in a jiffy, I swung out my knives and slammed them into his hands that were on the table, pushing them further inside to pin them in firmly. Bianchi's wingman screamed out in pain cursing me out. One of his guys rushed towards him and with an eye gesture to Nicola, she shot him in the head making him fall face front."I hate when a man soils my tabl

~ROMAN~The gum in my mouth started to taste bittersweet as she eyed me and I watched the hatred for me through her eyes appear boldly.Even if she was going to decide to stop hating me one day, I was pretty much sure that her sister's death was going to remind her to continue to do, come what may. And I hated that she even assumed I was a part of it without asking any questions. Without being so sure.Her slicked bun, which I had noticed was a favorite hairstyle of hers when she didn't let her hair fall to her lower back, now had little strands sticking out of them. But her red matte lipstick still sat tidy and beautifully on her. And her eye makeup was surprisingly still intact.Every eyes rested on her as she stood, the men were undoubtedly mesmerized just like every other time they see her while the women either genuinely admired her or were straight up judging her. But it didn't seem like she knew the power she had on the men or the women.Or me, if I may say.Or if she did know