All Chapters of Into the darkness: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Giovanni POV: I had fallen asleep thinking for most of the night that it was a dream, the most pleasant dream I’d ever had. After a day of driving around the city searching all over for her, trying to figure out where she would go. I had run myself ragged trying to find her, killing myself for being so cold towards her and keeping her under lock and key. I just didn’t think she’d stay away from the office, and if she went out she might feel scorned enough to seek out her sister. I didn’t think she’d go to her father but I did know he was conniving enough to find her quickly. I had come home and Luca poured me a drink telling me that she would be alright, he felt responsible for not realizing something was wrong sooner. We drowned our concerns and rank away most of my good whiskey, I had stumbled up the stairs to my bed at some point and I could have sworn she had been waiting for me. As I had woken up I remembered the wave of relief, but it was soured by the drunken sleep fog that c

Arianna POV: I woke up the next morning excited to have the weekend to prepare for my new job. It was exciting until I remembered my hastily packed wardrobe and how I hadn’t figured to pack any work clothes. I got up inspecting my clothes and sure enough, there wasn’t anything I would wear to the office insight. My panic had made me pack the most random things from sweaters to swimsuits, to my penguin slippers. I jumped down the stairs, deciding to bother Luca when I saw him, not really thinking after the last week I’d see Gio in the kitchen but there he was Luca lounging at the table scrolling on his phone. “Oh! Morning,” I greeted them, Gio was making pancakes and I walked past him smiling, ignoring the slight blush on my cheeks. “Good morning,” Gio gave me a bright smile. “Morning,” Luca looked between us, taking a sip of his coffee. “Luca, I need clothes for the office can I go shopping today or tomorrow?” I asked him. He nodded to me as he scrolled and I smiled getting up

Arianna POV: I had woken up that evening with a pounding headache and little to no memory of what had been said, I remember her attempting to call me a bitch, and Giovanni escorting her out and after that was all a blur. I had asked him how much sake I had decided to drink and he told me it was more than he would have attempted but he could tell I needed the edge off. Still, I felt highly embarrassed as to what I had done or said, all I knew was when I was having such a wonderful day with him, I was so happy, and seeing her ruined it. Her face flashed into my mind, the anger in her eyes, it was a deep dark coldness that ran through her. The wonderful sibling relationship I thought I had salvaged and recovered seemed to be another stupid and hopeful wish. The next day I stayed in bed still feeling a little rough, more my heart than my head. Gio had to go out and do something, so when we got up this morning for work it was the first I had seen him. He looked exhausted and I poured

Arianna POV: Gio had been heavily distracted the past couple of days. I thought his night out and the dazed day afterward was a one off occasion, instead, it had become normal. He would drop me off at work in a stupor and then be whisked off elsewhere. Only every couple of days would he sleep in and then make a normal appearance in the office. What bothered me was not the erratic behavior, it was the calm acceptance everyone had towards it. Luca told me not to worry, that Gio was handling something important. I wanted to ask, to know what was so important he was killing himself over it. The only reason I didn’t was I knew the answer, he had discovered something about my father and was working hard to uncover it. He was gathering evidence, finding leads, endless nights doing god knows what to someone to get what he needed to know. I didn’t mention it when I saw the blood splattered on his collar in the morning, and it didn’t make me as sick as I thought it would. Not when I spent my

Giovanni POV: She wasn’t joking when she told me that, she wasn’t as literal as she had sounded but she did intend to torture him before he would die. It was as if I was in some out of body experience, I saw the fire in her rage looking into his crimes getting evidence from the business owners he had pressured and statements. I wanted to tell her to stop, to calm down, not to let this consume her but how could I say that, I was consumed long ago. She now looked at everything through the lens of how this could help her get the one up on her father. As scary as it was seeing this shift in her I was also impressed, I would never say it to her, but she was very much her father's daughter. She was clever, ruthless, and determined. “I don’t think you should go to the office tomorrow,” I told her after three days of her scrounging up evidence and information. “Why not,” her face scrunched in ire. “You are not yourself,” I told her. She began to fold her arms and get haughty but I grabb