Giovanni “ You know how crucial she was for our plan! We vowed patience, Dela Vin,” Kenzo muttered, pointing his gun in my head just after arriving back in this country.Ace inhales some of his weeds. “ I doubt he knows that.”I kicked his legs to stop him from intervening. “ Marrying her changes nothing. The plan will proceed just how we agreed on it to. Everything is all set, Kenzo. You are right,” I gulped the last sip of vodka in my glass and throw the glass on the floor. “ I vowed patience and I never dishonor my vows. Marrying Gabriella Santoro is the only security I can give her from the chaos we are creating. She is my safe vault and I totally locked her with me.”“ You don’t need to marry her,” Kenzo shouted, his eyes showing no submission to lowering down his gun. We are in the basement of our headquarters and I was told he wants a meeting but this was far more than that. I do not care about our connections. “The plan is to fucking stir the Santoro and made them crawl in th
Gabriella I took my time drinking the wine my mother has offered me. She looks agitated seating on the other couch while I was busy looking around. This is the first time I have stepped foot inside of Santoro’s mansion after I was sold to Giovanni.My mother made sure I was properly dispatched after they get what they want. With Giovanni’s power and influence, they can live in peace. But people with sins don’t live in peace. They like to pretend that everything is going well. Live each day plastering fake tranquility. Walking each street with a pretentious glare of denial of what they had done. No one is truly pure in nature. Everyone is hiding. From the world. Sometimes, from themselves.“ Does your husband know you are spending the night here?” My mother, Felicia, asked me.Maybe it was the cold that made her voice tremble but it didn’t make sense to me. She was never a loving mother who would ask me anything. I lived a life where I was given everything. Except the attention of my
GabriellaAnother sob came out of my mouth when my mother throws the phone in the coffee table. She had been contacting our men to locate my father’s whereabouts but there is no useful information about him. Mother sneaked in my direction; both of her hands grabbed my shoulders.“ What did your father tell you? Do you really not know where he is?!” Her voice was forceful and for a second, I was afraid she’ll hurt me if only the stranger didn’t caught her hands midway from slapping me. “ Let me go! This brat did nothing but to bring bad omen in the house!”“ Felicia!” The stranger protested, still stopping my mom from killing the shit out of me. I can feel her rage overflowing as she glared in my direction. My cries only made everything a mess for I cannot erase my father’s scream at the back of my mind.She rushed towards me. “ Tell me you’re lying! Did..” Her voice fell into despair. “ Did you really not know what’s happening to your father?”“ Mom!” I shouted, shaking my head. “ You
Giovanni Kenzo didn’t move when I punctured his left thigh. A sharp scream echoes along the thick walls of the basement when I withdrew the long knife out of his flesh. Waterfall, it was told, fresh blood comes out rushing in the ground.“ Fucking hell, Dela Vin!” His voice was strained with pain. “ Motherfucker!”The door to the basement open and Ace stepped in, a deadpan look in his expression. I was disappointment because for once, I thought he will stop me from hurting Kenzo. But, he didn’t. Instead, Ace stayed in the doorway, mirroring my expression.Kenzo grunts. “ You told me I can do whatever I want with the Santoro’s!” He tried to struggle out of the cuff in his hands but I made sure he was genuinely bondage in the old metal chair. “ Fucking piece of shit,” he cursed once again.“ I told you to not kill him yet,” I said, clucking my tongue. “ Touch the mother, I instructed. But, you fool, killed the goddamn dad!”Ace started to head towards my direction. I gave him the knife
Gabriella“ Did you really heard your father lose his last breath?”Giovanni shows me his last piece of card, it’s a diamond king and the last piece that he needs to win this game. I’d itched to rip the smirk off his face when he clasps his hands and stare in my direction.It’s already midnight. Almost morning, I should say but because I couldn’t find the strength to sleep, I pestered the only person in this house to calm my mind. Unfortunately, it was my husband.There had been chaos in my mind after what happened that night. I accepted my death, trembling but I accepted dying. But, instead of dying in his brutal hands, I received a warm embrace from the ruthless mob leader of New York.I don’t know how to wrap my head around that. I don’t know how to progress in our daily life thinking about that. So, instead, I avoided thoughts about him and concentrated looking for my father.Two weeks.Father has been gone for two weeks and there is still no single words about his whereabouts. M
GIOVANNI She cries out, the sound coming out of her restrained throat makes everything euphoric for my ears. Breathless, I stare at Gabriella’s intoxicated face as my fingers continue to graze against her skin. She is breath-taking. Her lips parted and eyes drunk with an invitation for my touch makes me just want to take her. But, I won’t. I know she is inexperienced and I’m no brutal to give it hard for her first. Not when she is now lying on our bed, almost naked and my hand wrapped on her neck.“ Such a responsive body,” I commented, feeling her skin shiver at every touch of my fingers. Using my fingers, I’m drawing circles on her skin, trying to reach the peak of her stimulation. I wanted her turned on, wanting and eager for my touch. Damn. I wanted her to want me as much as I wanted her the very first time, I laid my eyes on her. I want her craving as much as I am salivating. “ Like this?” I asked, chuckling as she gasped again when I slides my fingers in her inner thighs.She h
Gabriella I’m dancing all the way down the kitchen when I heard a whistle coming from the door. Flabbergasted is such an underestimate when I saw Giovanni holding a knife. His wet hair is dripping out of his sweats when I walked in his direction and see what he is doing.My husband is only wearing a white apron. But, even such a clean fabric cannot hide his ripped body.“You’re cooking?” I whispered, my eyes widening. “You’re cooking?!”Giovanni was quick to throw everything in the trash. All of the burnt dishes I saw earlier are toast out of the bin except the last batch which I quickly grasp out of his touch.There is no correct expression to see him picture-perfect for a chef and realize he is actually bad at making dishes. This one dish in my hand only proves how bad he can be because it looks like it could send me to the hospital for the rest of my life. Too burned to eat but too much effort to waste.“ Give that to me,” he tried to reach for the food. “ We’re eating outside.”I
GABRIELLA Tears after tears, I cry all the pain and try to ease the grief I’m feeling. Of course, grief won’t stop just because I am crying. It won’t stop just because I am choking and sobbing while staring at my father’s tomb. It’s like a flash of nightmares drowning me in insanity when my fear becomes my reality. I’m afraid that he’ll pass away because of our enemies. Ever since I was young, I feared he’ll leave me alone in this world where only he tries to lessen my suffering. I was afraid he’ll leave me with a mother who never gave me the love I thought I desire to have.But, he did.Staring at the ground where his name is carved out of stone makes me burst into tears once more. I shiver as I run down my fingers to trace every letter of his name. Mother didn’t even bother about his funeral, she just wants to bury him in the ground because of his condition. I couldn’t help but choke thinking about what they did to him.Cruel animals. Bastards. Whoever they maybe deserve no place i