My Ántonia Novels & Stories

They both turned. At the top of the stairs stood a woman — tall, sharp-faced, her gray hair tied into a severe bun. Her eyes were narrow, cold as steel. Ma'am Antonia. Her gaze swept over Davis, then landed on Caro, her mouth twitched in recognition. “You,” Antonia hissed, her tone laced with disdain. “What are you doing here again?” Caro straightened, trying to keep her composure. "This is still my house aunt." Antonia let out a low laugh. “Yours? You don’t belong here anymore, girl. You left this house years ago remember?

I nodded and said, "Camila's right. Aunt Leah's kindness to me is something I'll always remember." Aunt Leah's face lit up with satisfaction upon hearing my response. Camila, too, raised her chin even higher. She looked as smug as a peacock flaunting its feathers. But the next moment, I reached into my bag and pulled out a notebook.

He kept talking but I wasn't listening. "You kill people?" I wasn't even sure that the voice coming out of me was real. I pinched myself. Again and again, hoping all this was a lie and I would be back in the room where my father's idea of good news wasn't ugly and grotesque like this. "You fucking kill people." It seemed I interrupted him. He nodded repeatedly and I managed to catch the few words that spilled out of his mouth. "We are the mafia, Antonio." I think I lost my sense of hearing as well. All I could think of was the constant ringing of repetitive words.

A voice said from behind me and I turned to see those annoying girls scuttling towards me. Antonia was in amongst them. I folded my arms, as Antonia advanced close to me, obstructing me. "Antonia first of all my best wishes as you returned welcomed in your home town." I said smiling formally, "And then, woe to who ever step on the line to snatch whatever rightfully belongs to me because I will fight to get it back down to my very last breath" she said smiling wryly. "Good for you, nobody can sit and allow someone snatch her property... so what ever is your right you should fight for it..." I seethed with folded arms.

“Good food, too. But not as good as this.” She laughed. It was a nice sound. They talked. Really talked. Not the surface chatter he’d endured with Hannah, but something quieter. Real. She asked about his life; he gave half-answers. She told him about hers—raising a son alone, working at a dress shop, dreaming of opening her own someday. Then a door down the hall creaked open. A boy of about eight stood there, glaring at Diego with undisguised hostility. “Santos,” Antonia said, her voice tightening. “I thought you were asleep.”

Antonia was Jude's partner fiancée, she was the reason Jude cheated on Danica before their marriage, she tried to hurt Leo by working with Dante, she wanted to take Jude down from his family, she killed Mia. Pfft, if anyone ever tells me I do not hear again. When she saw the expression on my face she just laughed again." So you know who I am? Brilliant." " So are you going to help us?" This time it was Angelo who spoke, easily having had enough of this discussion. " perhaps." Antonia signed her shoulders as she leaned against the president in the middle of Jude's office, easily enjoying the suspension she was causing.

I can’t help myself, “is she a friend of yours?” Antonia scoffs, “wouldn’t you like to know,” she rolls her eyes and glares at me as she leans back against the building. Abi chuckles, “Antonia what’s wrong too early for you to be up?” Antonia pushes off the wall, “considering I went to sleep an hour ago,” she glares at me, “fuck yea.” Abigail clears her throat, “well then let’s get this over with so the princess can go home and get her beauty sleep,” she smiles wide at Antonia, who arches a brow at her and then shakes her head.

Then he flips it over and says, "1910, wow. Where'd you get such an old picture of the house?" Trying to stay calm, my eyes jerk over to Brad, but he's already looking at me. We both know where it came from. Atticus. He's still here. *The End* Acknowledgements: To my betas: Paige Weaver, Sarah Phelps, Beth Rustenhaven, Stephenie Thomas, Laura Wilson, Vanessa Proehl, Tami Fairley, Chelcie Dacon and Tashia Brandenburg. Thank you for your honesty, your patience and your time. Your opinions were like gold and I am so grateful for each and every one of you.

“She just… doesn’t have a name yet. Poor thing.” Poor thing?? He crouches in front of me, face all gentle now. “Are. You. Hungry?” he asks slowly. Am I hungry? God, yes. But can I trust food from the people who bought me like livestock? “Where am I?” I ask instead, scanning the room. “Told you she could talk,” Blondie grins. “Antonio wouldn’t lie.” “Who the hell is Antonia?” I demand. They pause, exchanging a silent look as if deciding whether or not to tell me.

We emerge from our room, after another round and quick showers and head for her Jeep, today we hand the keys to Alpha Michael and watch as he surprises Antonia with them. We arrive and they’re both standing there, Anontia is leaning up against the wall with her arms crossed glaring at her brother. We walk up holding hands and she eye rolls us Abi chuckles, “Antonia what’s wrong too early for you to be up?” Antonia pushes off the wall, “considering I got home an hour ago,” she glares at Alpha Michael, “fuck yea.” Alpha Michael shakes his head, “If you kept decent hours this wouldn’t happen.”