THE GODFATHER'S SIBLINGS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Alessandra Russo POV This whole date situation was making me feel extremely uncomfortable. It’s not like I was sneaking around, I’d been honest with Zandro and he understood why I had to go tonight, but it still didn’t sit well with me. “I can’t believe you’re wearing that to a date?” Editha gave me a disapproving look as her eyes scanned the outfit I had on. Looking down at my jeans, runners, and campus sweatshirt I had to admit I really hadn’t put any effort into my look. I spent more time each morning before class getting ready. But that was because I wanted to look nice for Zandro. In an instance like this, the less attractive I looked to whoever they had set me up with the happier I’d be. I planned on faking an illness after supper and getting the fuck out of there.Zandro was out with a friend of his tonight, which meant I had no one to run off to, but that was okay. I’d be more than happy to go home and study. Sadly, my relationship with Zandro, while great for the sociology c

Zandro Bernardino POV As much as Alessandra tried to sell to me that having to travel so far just to have a date where we wouldn’t be seen as adding suspense to our relationship, I wasn’t buying it and I knew for a fact she wasn’t buying it either. It was just tiring. I’d be happy and relieved when the semester was over. But it was a necessary evil to spend time with her and be able to fall asleep with her soft, warm body cuddled tightly to me. So, I’d continue to pay the price until we were able to finally date publicly. The feelings I was developing for her were becoming too deep to jump ship now. In fact, if things went well tonight it might just be the night I professed how I felt for her. My eyes glanced from my watch and to the front door. Alessandra was never late, but for whatever reason she was today. I was in the process of pulling my phone from my pocket to shoot her a message when someone sat down across from me at the small two-person table I’d secured in a dimly lit spo

Zandro Bernardino POV I needed room to breathe and time to clear my head. I felt like I’d been pulled into a true crime movie. The whole thing was so surreal. As it was, I’d been struggling with the fact she was so much younger and a student, but now we were adding onto it with the fact her family had ties to organized crime. Hell, they were organized crime – not just ties. I’d always tried to live my life with as much integrity as possible, but this… Just knowing she had these ties nagged at me. But at the same time would faulting her for her family be any different than faulting someone whose family had someone incarcerated or someone who made a mistake, learned, and moved on from it?Humans by nature weren’t perfect. She had good reason to keep this information from me and I believed her when she said she was trying to protect me. But it just left me in a strange position and feeling at odds with myself. By being with her I’d also have to turn a blind eye to what would be in front

Manfred Russo POV “Thank you for coming with me today.” Tamara smiles warmly as we step out of the private hospital, and walk toward the car I had sent to pick her up this morning. “Here, you can keep this one.” She hands me one of the black and white photographs the sonographer printed out for us, and when I look down at the grainy image in my hand, I can’t help smiling at it. A Valderrama heir, a chance for me to do things so differently.This was not the way I planned on becoming a father, but fate had other plans, and who the f*ck am I to argue with fate? “I’ll have my driver take you home.” I look into the pretty, hazel eyes of the woman, who will bring my child into the world, and wonder if I’ll ever be able to love her.Tamara’s attractive and kind, she knows how to satisfy a man, which is exactly what got us into this situation. But will it be enough? It will have to be. I wasn’t raised among love, my mother never really paid me much attention as a child. I was brought up by

Manfred Russo POV I sit at the breakfast table waiting for the door to open and when it does, one of my guards drags Romano’s feisty daughter into my dining room. She struggles against him and I get a strange satisfaction from the fact she immediately pauses when she sees me. I still haven’t permitted her any clothes, just clean, black, lace underwear which I think compliments her golden skin tone. It also makes me decide I don’t like the guard’s hands look on her.“Release her,” I order, watching as the girl studies the space around her, appearing overwhelmed. I’m not stupid enough to buy it though, The grandeur of my dining hall won’t be something Aria is unfamiliar with, her father is a very rich man, she will be used to these kinds of luxuries. What I predict is that she’s getting her bearings, and looking for an escape route. One that she won’t find. I’ve got this place locked down like fucking Alcatraz.“Join me.” I gesture my hand to the space that's been laid for her, beside