I was abruptly jolted awake by the jarring sound of the train rumbling on the tracks. Disoriented,The journey from Enna to Palermo could have been approximately 2 hours, but it took us almost 3 hours. We boarded an ancient slow train. I glanced around the compartment and noticed Angelica seated in a grand chair, exuding an air of authority. Bella, Isabella, Elena, and Chiara were also present, each engaged in their activities.Angelica's gaze met mine, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. There was an intensity in her eyes as if she held secrets and power that surpassed my understanding. As I took in the scene, I noticed Bruno and several other guards with pistols, diligently patrolling the train. The sight sent a shiver down my spine, a stark reminder of the dangerous world they embroiled us in.The confined space of the train compartment seemed to magnify the tension in the air. The low hum of conversation mixed with the occasional click of Isabella's gum, created a dis
{Mac Allister }I slowly opened my eyes, feeling the weight of grogginess and the sting of pain in my head. As I glanced around, the sterile hospital room came into focus, the antiseptic scent invading my nostrils. Confusion washed over me as I realized I was hooked up to an IV drip, my right hand brushed lightly against the sheet."What happened?" I questioned, my voice hoarse and strained. I swiftly pulled out the IV, a desperate attempt to break free from the confines of this sterile environment. Sitting up on the edge of the bed, I gritted my teeth against the throbbing ache in my head, determined to piece together the fragments of my memory.Bianca, dressed in a revealing outfit that left little to the imagination, stood nearby. Her presence both comforted and unsettled me, a constant reminder of the blurred lines between my personal and professional life. I could see the worry etched on her face, her concern for my well-being evident in her eyes."There was an explosion, Don," B
{Abebi}I took a deep breath as I stood at the entrance of the dining hall, my heart pounding in my chest. The red fabric of my dress clung to my curves, revealing just enough to capture attention without crossing the line. I knew the importance of this moment, the weight of expectations resting upon my shoulders.Tommy's family members were already seated around the grand dining table, their laughter and lively conversation filling the air. I couldn't help but feel a mix of nerves and excitement. It was a delicate balance, knowing that my performance would determine their perception of me, of my worth within the family.With each step I took, I tried to exude confidence and grace; the music playing softly in the background, guiding my movements. I danced non-seductively, focusing on elegance and finesse rather than overt sensuality. I wanted to show them I could captivate their attention without resorting to explicit gestures.As I glided across the red carpet, my eyes caught Rocco's
{Mac Allister}I stormed towards Angelica's room, my anger simmering beneath the surface. I knocked forcefully, my frustration evident in the way my knuckles connected with the door. As Angelica opened the door, I wasted no time. With a swift and purposeful motion, I grabbed her by the neck, pinning her against the wall. The force of my grip made her gasp for air, her eyes widening in shock and fear."What did you do back there?" I seethed, my voice laced with anger and disappointment. The words came out in a low, menacing growl. I needed answers, and I need them now."What are you talking about?" Angelica uttered between gasps, her voice strained and filled with confusion. Her attempts to speak were stifled by my firm hold on her neck, a physical reminder of the power I held at that moment."At dinner last night, for God's sake!" I replied, frustration edging its way into my voice. Memories of the events from the previous evening flashed through my mind, intensifying my anger. "Whe
{Mac Allister}" Mother, come with me " I held my mother's arm gently as we discreetly make our way toward the tiny exit, evading the prying eyes of the gathered mafia bosses. Their scrutinizing gazes followed us, their curiosity piqued by our sudden departure. I couldn't help but notice Rocco's lingering stare, a mix of intrigue and perhaps something more sinister.I stood there, anger coursing through my veins, as my mother attempted to justify her decision. Her words echoed in my mind, mingling with the weight of responsibility that had been thrust upon me. The alliance through marriage, the intertwining of our family with the Tommy family, had been orchestrated without my consent, without even consulting me."Why don't you consult me to know my willingness?" I exclaimed, my voice tinged with frustration and resentment. The notion of my desires and wishes being disregarded was a bitter pill to swallow. I had always been taught that loyalty and unity were paramount, but to be exc
{Mac Allister}I slowly opened my eyes. As I stretched and yawned, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Jacinda, still peacefully nestled within the soft embrace of the blanket. Her naked form radiated beauty and vulnerability, a sight that never failed to stir a sense of awe within me.Leaning closer, I brushed my lips against her forehead, savoring the warmth that emanated from her skin. A tender kiss, filled with unspoken affection and a promise of a shared future. I wanted to linger at that moment, to memorize the delicate curve of her lips and the way her eyelashes gently fluttered against her cheeks.With a sigh, I rose from the bed and made my way to the wardrobe. I opted for a simple attire—a pair of shorts and a comfortable singlet—embracing the freedom and casualness of the morning. As I dressed, my mind wandered, reflecting on the complexity of the choices that lay before me.Leaving Jacinda to her peaceful slumber, I leaned over to press a gentle kiss on her lips. It was
{Mac Allister}I stood there at the altar, my gaze fixed upon Jacinda and Tommy (who was been pushed in his Ash colored wheelchair) approaching me. A knot tightened in my stomach. The weight of the moment was palpable, heightened by the realization that the priest standing beside me was none other than Krystallo, the infamous mafia priest known for his merciless acts.My eyes inadvertently drifted towards the cross-shaped tattoo, intertwined with a viper, adorning Krystallo's neck. The intricate design served as a chilling reminder of the countless lives he had taken and the blood that stained his hands. It was a symbol of power and ruthlessness, one that sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened criminals.I stood there, my eyes fixed upon Tommy in his wheelchair, and a surge of mixed emotions welled up within me. Seeing him pull out a cigarette and begin smoking, an act that symbolized defiance and a rebellious spirit, added an unexpected layer of complexity to the mome
{Abebi} I strolled through the familiar paths of the Allister compound, accompanied by my dear friend Chiara. A rare opportunity for lighthearted conversation arose. The sun's warm rays enveloped us, and a gentle breeze whispered through the trees, creating a serene atmosphere that eased the weight on my shoulders."Congratulations," Chiara exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. I glanced at her, curiosity etched on my face. "On what?" I questioned, a hint of uncertainty lacing my words.Chiara's mischievous grin grew wider as she relished the moment, preparing to share her news. "You're the new right-hand woman to Mac Allister," she said, her voice brimming with admiration. A faint smile tugged at the corners of my lips, though skepticism tempered my joy. "Oh, it's temporary," I explained, a tinge of resignation seeping into my tone. "I know Madame Beatrice will reassure her position once she regains consciousness."Chiara's expression softened, and a flicker of concern s