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
Giovanni She’s sitting at the end of our dining table. Meekly eating what I have ordered for her. It’s been three days since she buried her father and three fucking days that she’s not saying anything. No words or no bratty attitudes from her make me sick inside. The house feels dull now that her presence is nowhere to be found.I cleared my throat to catch her attention. My eyes linger on her as she continues eating and did not even lift her gaze to acknowledge me. I was done with this shit but I wanted to understand that she’s grieving. Heck, I can kill whoever she wants to kill but giving her what she wants is beyond impossible. I am not ready to see her enter the world that I am in. Not when she is not capable and ready for what’s waiting for her.“ Your mother called,” I said, still staring and hoping her majesty will bestow me with her gaze. “ She’s in rage and wanted to talk with you in person.”No response. Gabriella seems like a deaf person as she continues eating, totally i
Gabriella I stay on top of Ace, making sure that all of my weight is somewhat suffocating him. My hands are holding his arms and pinning him down to what I assume is a little strength to actually have him grunting.A taste of hate sprouts into my mouth every time I look at him. He reminds me of pain, anger, and shortcomings.He twisted my arms, slide his own under my waist, and then pulled me down to the ground making sure he is inserting his dominance. He is now on top of me and successfully turns the game in his favor.Our breaths are harsh, and not syncing in between. Beads of sweat are trickling down into his jaw for we’ve been sparring for the last two hours.“ You’re too distracted,” he hoarsely said. “If I’m your enemy, I can easily twist your throat and steal your breath away.”I am damn insulted. “ Stop talking trash and just give me a gun. I don’t need this hand-to-hand combat with you. My enemies fire up a blazing bullet idiot, they don’t twist and groan.”Giovanni made a
Gabriella “ Let’s talk about last night,” Giovanni said, leaning his elbows on the side of the table where I am reading. He gave me what I wanted. The list of properties my father has left me including the history of his illegal business are all here accessible to me.“ What about it?” I asked, not lifting my gaze from what I am reading. It fascinates me how our riches came from illegal deeds that my father has done in his past. Unintentionally, I’m spending money on his wicked deeds.He brought his chair closer to where I was. I can literally feel his breath on top of my head. “ I killed half of your father’s soldiers last night.”Killed? Does he think he just killed them and not burned them? It dawned on me how lunatic and brutal he can be. My blood went cold thinking if he plans to burn me too.“ Are you not going to ask why I did such a thing?” Giovanni said, leaning back in the chair and creating a safe distance for me to catch my breath. No, he won’t kill me. I watch him tilt h
Gabriella The trip is exhausting.Giovanni has been all clingy and grumpy during the past few hours. His hands are all over my waist and his face is nuzzling in my neck, sniffing on it while Ace is whistling while looking at us in the rear-view mirror of the car.“ Will you stop sniffing on me?” I whispered to Giovanni because I’m really annoyed.A tingling sensation drapes over me when he shakes his head. Giovanni lifted his gaze. His eyes are soft and tipsy. “ I can’t…you smell good.”“ I smell like you,” I sheepishly smile and pushed his head away from my body.Giovanni gave me an inquisitive glance. “ What?”“ Oh, my shower gel is out of stock. So, I use the one I saw in our bathroom,” I said. The look on his face is satisfying.He shot me a dirty look, probably not impressed that I am having my way with his things. Well, I don’t have any choice since he told me we are traveling earlier than he expected.“ Well…” he sounded off. I can hear Ace’s laughter in the driver’s seat. “T