Semua Bab Into the darkness: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Arianna POV: We spent the day playing games, the children laughing and giggling as they ran around on board. Chess games are being played, and books being read. Becca and I talked about what happened after she left. She still hadn’t forgiven Gio and Luca for sending her home while she was unconscious from healing. Having met her mother, though, I knew she understood they didn’t have much of a choice. The sun started setting, and we sadly made our way back towards the coast. Red-cheeked and satisfied from a day onboard, we all settled into the cars again. My mind went back to what Agnes’s told me about Giovanni, and as he held my hand passing through his hometown town I couldn’t help but wonder what type of man he would have been. Would we have met? Would he be softer? Would he still care for the blonde-haired bombshells that dotted his past? Would he be happier? I couldn’t help my mind from thinking of him smiling brightly as he drove some pretty thing up the Riviera, not a care i

Arianna POV:Had the city always looked this dull? Was it always this cold? The house we had shared for months on end, which was once warm and joyful, our sanctuary, now seemed sterile. The silence echoed off the walls, only guards and workers bustling by around the house. No children screaming, no mothers chasing, no Becca laughing, or aunts nagging. I had remembered what a family had felt like in Italy, what it could be like with those you love around. His family had welcomed me with open arms, and I had felt as if I’d known them all my life, even his father in an odd way. He was domineering and stubborn, but he loved his sons. He didn’t voice his concerns and care in a healthy manner at all, but I was not one to judge on emotionally incompetent fathers. As soon as we got back to the house, the ever so lovely detective Mosley busted his way into the house, storming up to Giovanni and me. “Do you have any idea what it’s like for my two star witnesses to flee the country before tri

Gio POV: Today, the D.A. had his shot at Domenico. I hoped he gave it everything he had because from where we stood, it looked like the weasel was winning over the jury.She had pulled herself together from her desolate state last night. She got up and put on a simple dress and shoes, pulling her hair up into a bun. Her face hard as stone as she sat beside me, to everyone else, she looked calm. To me, though I knew that when she looked entirely unbothered in a situation most people would be losing their minds about, she was a storm raging in her head. One hand placed in mine for comfort and support, eyes locked on the back of her father's head as we waited for today’s song and dance routine. She was beginning to think he was going to get away with it, but I couldn’t even think about that. If the thought entered my mind, I’d probably slam his head through the witness stand. I thought about it for a second, She’d visit me in prison, right? I sighed, letting the thought of ending th

Domenico POV: What was she thinking? Was she trying to kill me? Was she trying to ruin this whole operation? Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for her. Killing her mother, bringing her back here, introducing her to the company. She was supposed to distract Giovanni, not marry him. Did she really hate me that much? Was she truly that far gone?I thought for sure that once I got her and my home, she would see that I was on the right side of things, she would understand that her family had worked hard to build this empire, and would protect it. Now I realize she’s been tainted by the enemy. She was a fool who had fallen in love with a lowlife. I can know more than I expect her to take over than Guilia. With daughters like this, I’d meet an early grave.Laughed out loud, they would both probably love that. Neither of them saw how hard I worked, neither of them understood the sacrifice. Neither of them understood the mindset that you had to do what it took to protect what we built. I had

Guilia POV: It had been three weeks of making goo-goo eyes at this doctor. I thought doctors were supposed to be hot, but this guy is balding, overbite, glasses. No wonder he worked in a nuthouse. I had to think, Daddy dearest, for my imprisonment here. But I was this close to getting out, and when I did, you better believe that he was going to pay. I batted my lashes at the doctor, and he came running over.“ How are you today, Guilia?” He looked at his clipboard to make it seem like he was working. “I’m really lonely,” I pouted and touched the tip of my toe to his leg, and he practically flinched. Poor, poor Doctor Herbert. He really needed some affection. I mean, not from me like ew, but if he wasn’t so desperate, it wouldn’t be this easy. I had him eating out of my hand for just a smile. I was worried I’d have to kiss him or something when I first started flirting with him, but now it takes the smallest smile, and he’s panting like a hound dog. I suppose I should feel bad abo