All Chapters of The Rossi Brothers I — Luciano : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Luciano. The party was finally over, and I couldn't help but feel relieved. Adriano and I left before Pedro could say anything. As we walked to the car, I undid two buttons on my shirt. “That was a huge party,” Adriano commented with a snicker. I didn't need to look at him to know he was grinning. He had been grinning ever since we entered the hall, and I had no idea why. “We're done with the engagement party; the wedding is next. Are you up for that?” I asked, and he scoffed in response. He could keep up with all these parties, but given the choice, I would have taken the daughter to the nearest courthouse and married her, avoiding all this hassle. I started the car and put my gun in the compartment before driving away from the venue. I knew Adriano wasn’t going to come home with me; he had spent the night a few times, but I understood why he wouldn’t this time. “You can drop me here,” he said, and I paused, looking at the building. It was a club, which didn't surprise

Mariana. I felt someone tapping me on my shoulder, softly at first, and then it became harder. Who the hell was that? I was trying to get a good night’s sleep after tossing and turning in bed last night, and now someone was trying to ruin it. “You need to wake up, Mariana,” a voice that sounded like Julia’s said, and I groaned. “It’s your wedding day, Mari. Wake up.” That alone was enough to rouse me from sleep. I sat up in bed, the remnants of sleep fading as I looked around my room. Everything was in place, and the makeup artist and hairstylist were also here. It was true. All those things weren’t a dream. I was getting married today to Luciano. “We don’t have all the time in the world, Mariana. Get your ass out of that bed and go take your bath.” I barely registered anything else she said after that. Julia ushered me into the bathroom, and as I stood under the shower, realization dawned on me. This was it—the day I had been dreading for a month. After today, I would no longer

Mariana. Everyone cheered as we walked out of the cathedral. A car was already parked in front of it. Luciano and I stepped inside, and I tried not to let my anger show on my face as we rode toward the reception venue. Luciano didn’t pay me any mind; throughout the ride, he was focused on his phone. He only stopped typing when we arrived at the reception venue. He stepped out of the car and begrudgingly waited for me. I knew he wouldn’t have waited if there weren’t other people around. He helped me out, and as soon as I was out, I looked around, searching for my sister. They weren’t outside, and as we walked toward the hall, I hated how he had his hand on my back. His hand remained at the small of my back as we walked inside. The place was filled with people, just like the cathedral; it felt like everyone from there had teleported to this venue. Luciano didn’t let me rest or get something to eat; he pulled me around, introducing me to everyone he could find. I was introduced to the

Luciano. The entire wedding was a hassle. I had to keep my expression neutral to avoid showing any sign of disgust at Pedro or his daughter. Thankfully, the wedding went smoothly, and everything turned out perfectly. The only thing I wished to avoid was staying under the same roof with her. But like everything else that came with this marriage, that was impossible. Newly married couples are expected to live together for the duration of their marriage. They shouldn’t be apart for long, as being separated for more than forty-eight hours raises suspicions among anyone observing our marriage. “Happy married life, brother.” I paused on the stairs as I glanced at Adriano, who was leaning against the railing. “It’s late. Shouldn’t you be at one of those parties of yours?” I asked, taking the stairs down without bothering to check if he was following me. I needed a drink—a strong one that could help me fall asleep. I entered the kitchen and grabbed a glass before stepping outside to mee

Mariana. I stood in the middle of the kitchen, conflicted about what to do. Should I go after him? I was clearly hungry and needed to eat, but I couldn’t bring myself to share a meal with Luciano. I didn’t think I would be able to take a bite of anything while staring at his face. I searched the cupboards as he suggested and quickly found what I was looking for: a warm cup of tea. The first sip felt soothing to my throat. For the first time in weeks, it didn’t feel dry and scratchy. While I contemplated my next move and sipped my tea, Elena walked into the kitchen. She was focused on something she held in her hand, but she paused when she noticed me. Her eyes widened slightly. “Mrs. Rossi, what are you doing here?” she asked, folding the paper and placing it in her pocket. I grabbed my book and wrote in it before showing it to her. “I’m having a cup of tea. Am I not supposed to have tea in here?” I wondered. I had just seen my husband drinking coffee without being question