MONALISA'S POV,On getting back home to my apartment, I realized Antonio was nowhere to be found, I wondered where he was as I emerged from his room, getting back to the living room, I found him coming from the door."Where are you coming from?" I inquired lightly, with a smile that startled him, he wasn't expecting my return,"Mom!" He exclaimed, gasping as he heard my voice, his expression was as hard as a rock, a direct opposite of what I had expected,"Where did you go?" I rephrased my question, taken in his countenance, I walked casually towards him, beaming with joy, as I anticipated his warm welcome,"That's what I should be asking you, Mom," his voice reverberated with anger as he said that,"Where are you coming from?" He added with so much boldness I hadn't seen before, making my brows crest as I took in the change in his demeanor,I had seen him angry before, but it was nothing compared to the look on his face and the matching resentment in his voice."Tonio, what's gotten
MONALISA PARKER'S POV,"I'd leave and never come back, I promise you!"Were the words that swirled around my head as I walked to Don Pablo's mansion, my steps were quick and short, and as flashes of the encounter lingered, the scene from that moment that strolled by, revealed the determination on my son's face which made my heart beat accelerate from my trepidation,"I love her mom!!" Echoed in my head like I was being hunted by ghosts, feeling with dread and worry,I was so consumed in my thoughts, that I just wanted to report to Don and hurry back home so that I could have enough time to think and strategize my plot.For the first time since I left Bruno, I was worried, dread lurked at the edge of my anxiety which filled me with uncertainty,As I dwelled on the encounter, I felt my heart sink from the thought that my son was in love with the sister of the same man who had stolen my innocence, forced himself on me, and trampled on me, It made my anxiety grow and filled me with the u
SYLVIA'S POV,My heart skipped a beat immediately after I saw Bobby standing right at the entrance of the Mansion, his gaze bore a hole through me as he stared at me, As I approached him, the sound of my heartbeat grew louder with every step I took, as the distance between us wore thin I mustered all the courage I could find, and I let out a huge sigh in an attempt to brace myself for the upcoming confrontation.As I tried to walk past him, his words hit me like a thunderbolt halting me right before him."Where are you coming from?" With his gaze as wide as woe, he glared at me, I straightened my spine, and looked into his eyes, shoveling my fears behind me I replied in a tone matching his, "I went to get groceries."I knew confronting him fearlessly was the best way to counter my brother and scale out of that war without getting hurt,His expression contorted into an angry smirk as fury sparkled in his eyes,"Groceries!" He said with gritted teeth,"I'll ask you again," he continu
SYLVIA'S POV,His steps were long and heavy, an expression of the anger in his heart, as he strode out from us without turning back, determined by his resolved,I turned to look at my father whose eyes were crinkled and lips pursed as he stared at him, I saw the pain written in his eyes, the scowl on his face conveyed the hurt in his heart, and the disappointment he felt, that was the first time I had seen my dad and Bobby got into an open disagreement,As his steps faded into the distance my father closed his eyes, absorbing the pain he was going through, I felt a renewed sense of hope that my father would stand by me, since he was able to endure the pain of disagreeing with his son,"Daddy I'm sorry," I wailed, hoping to get into good favor with my dad, even though I had felt bad for being the cause of his pain, I also hoped he would understand me, "it wasn't entirely my fault dad, I just love him too much," I continued, sobbing as I spoke,My mother's hands supported my shoulders,
BRUNO JOE'S POV,I ran as fast as my feet could carry me, out of my daughter's class that afternoon, my heart pounded hard against my chest as my eyes darted to all corners in search of my daughter, a thousand thoughts swirled around my head at the same time, as my legs carried me towards the open field, The words from her head teacher kept resounding in my head "She was taken away by your friend." She had said, which filled me with dread, I knew whoever it was, was an enemy,With every passing second, I felt my world, crashing down on me, my fear got the best of me and desperation crept in, my breath grew ragged as my eyes traveled down a million distances within seconds, hoping to find nothing else but Bella,"Bella!""Bella!!" I found myself screaming at the top of my lungs as I stood there confused about the direction to turn to,It was happening again, and this time to the only treasure I held dear, the last time I felt this way was when I heard the gunshot at the brothel, ever
MONALISA'S POV,It had been three days since I came back from Choco yet none of those days had passed without me worrying about my revenge, as the days drew near my anxiety grew, sending me into a state of great calculation and intense reservation,That evening as I settled on my couch, the buzzing sound of my phone interrupted my chains of thought,"Yes Missy," I answered the phone, placing it on my ear,"The wolf calls," I heard her say through the phone,"I'll be there in ten," I responded and hung up the call, uninterested in any further conversation, these past days I had channeled all my time towards strategizing, I had avoided the least form of distraction as much as I could, including spending much time with my son Antonio.I got up immediately and made my way to Don Pablo's mansion, upon my arrival at the hall, every member of the gang was already present except Don Pablo and his aids, Pascal who oversaw the camp after Bruno left, and those whose job were to stand guard at th
BRUNO JOE'S POV,Apart from some new faces that stood guard at the various posts, nothing seemed to have changed much after so many years of being away, I arrived at Don Pablo's mansion that evening to find him standing at the entrance, closely accompanied by Pascal, whose features conveyed the hatred in his heart, and a few other guards, a company of old acquaintances and foes, each exuding the energy that hung over our relationships,The smile on Don Pablo's face broadened into a wide grin, Immediately I stepped out of the car, "Welcome back my boy," he announced in great exuberance, his tone rang with the pride in his heart, With his hands outstretched he wobbled towards me, the sound of his laughter rich from victory, as satisfaction twinkled in his eyes, "It's good to have you back my boy," he proclaimed, as he drew me into his embrace,Unwrapping his hands from me, he studied my features, "you look older, I should have kept you by my side," he said, with concern visible on his
SylviaIt had been four days since my father imprisoned me. Even though he made sure I was taken care of, the inability to communicate with Antonio during this time felt like torture. I was cut off from the outside world, with no access to my phone, internet, or any means of connecting with others.As I lay in bed, facing the wall, I heard the door creak open. I didn't bother to look, assuming it was just one of the maids bringing in a meal or retrieving an untouched tray. In my loneliness, I simply couldn't muster the energy to care."Here," said the unmistakable voice of my father. However, I was too consumed by sadness to be interested in whatever he had brought for me. My mind was preoccupied, and I knew that no gift could alleviate my gloom. The only solution to my misery was Antonio—the one person who held the key to my freedom from this emotional torture."Sylvia, darling, you're breaking my heart," my father continued, trying to manipulate my emotions. Little did he know that