GABRIELLAMy heart skipped a beat. "Rover, what are you doing here? Who’s with you?" I quickly went to Rover's side who looked like he just woken up from a deep sleep. I don’t know what to feel right now and I think my heart will explode from every emotion I am feeling. Giovanni looked like he was in a daze too but I kept myself composed because my son…our son is standing right in front of us. Rover blinked, looking confused. "Tito Van brought me. He said it was safe."My eyes shot to Giovanni. " Tito Van? You brought him here?" I cannot hide the accusation in my voice. Giovanni shrugged, his face calm but eyes burning with intensity. "I told you I can do everything to find him, Gab."Panic rose in my chest. "Rover, come here," I said, trying to steady my voice. I needed to get him away from Giovanni before anything else was said.Rover walked over to me, his small hand slipping into mine. I looked down at him, forcing a smile. "Did you have fun with Tito Van? Where’s your daddy Al
Gabriella’s POVIt's been three days since we arrived in this hidden forest. The cabin's secluded location provided the safety we needed, but it also made me feel trapped. My organization was out there, and I had no way of reaching them. Giovanni had confiscated my phone, saying he needed to figure out who the traitor was. But I was the leader of my organization too, and I couldn't afford to be cut off like this.Rover's laughter echoed through the cabin, momentarily lifting my spirits. He was adjusting surprisingly well to having Giovanni around. Seeing them together, playing and bonding, filled me with a mix of relief and anxiety. I couldn't deny that Giovanni was a good father, but the situation was far from ideal.I watched Giovanni from the kitchen, his brow furrowed as he talked on the phone. He had been
The safe house was a small, unassuming cabin deep in the woods, surrounded by dense trees and hidden from view. I knew about this before and I’m the only person who has access to this. It’s one of the properties of Santoro. We arrived just before dawn, and Giovanni carried a sleeping Rover inside, laying him gently on the couch. I quickly checked the perimeter, ensuring there were no signs of intruders. Satisfied, I joined Giovanni in the small living room."We need to talk," Giovanni said, his voice low and urgent, the tone of a man accustomed to giving orders. Again.I nodded, sitting down across from him. "I know. We need to figure out who’s behind this and why they’re targeting us."Giovanni ran a hand through his hair, eyes dark with worry. "They’re getting closer, Gabriella.
Gabriela “ You can kiss harder than that,” he whispered. The scent of smoke and bourbon fills the air, it was addicting yet, suffocating. “ What’s wrong, Santoro? Do you not enjoy being owned?” His voice was laced with distaste. My gaze found him. Rage fuels my heart to push him away. “ No. Not with someone as beast as you,” I smirk and hit his chest, ready to pull away when suddenly, his hand grips my hair, pulling me closer to his body. “ Careful, Santoro. I might ruin you, right here, right now,” he darkly said directly beneath my ears as I felt his fingers painfully stroking the tips of my hair. My heart was beating too fast and I cannot move, not when my whole family was here, at this beast's mercy. The elite party lights, champagnes, and sexy music didn’t justify how disgraceful this place was. A pity party for the Mob families, announcing a dream of happily ever after which doesn’t exist in our dark world. Only the greedy attend this kind of party. Only those who bathe
Gabriela“ I will not sleep with you,” I said as my hands found my luggage situated inside of the car where both of us were seated. After our scene last night, my fate has been sealed with him.When I crashed my lips into him, I accepted the fact that I am being sold to him as his bride and my family was more than happy to sell me off to him. Who wouldn’t? Just by this beast's name, we’ve been saved from our competitors' anger and we can live our life protected because of his influence.Giovanni Dela Vin gave us an opportunity to live a better life, to maintain our standing in this fucked up society, and to not live in shame because the Santoro’s, as of this moment, is under his jurisdiction. And it all takes my freedom to have this kind of life. My freedom was t
GabrielaThis must be a dream. I turned around and saw him eyeing me with his vicious glare as I stepped back into the large house in front of me. The stairs are too intimidating, to begin with.Being one of the Mob families, I thought our house was beyond extraordinary. It was luxurious because my mother loved shiny things and my father cannot eat his pride when it comes to his possession, but seeing this house right now? It looks like an entire village of elites can fill the place. In fact, it looks like a customary kingdom built only for him.“ Better hurry, Santoro. My meeting will start at five,” he coldly said, pushing me towards the giant door while I saw his servants bringing the baggage behind us.I cannot help but stop and tu
GabrielaGiovanni didn’t come back after that. My chest hurts.He refused to make our marriage work and I’ve been waiting all night long for him to make an explanation, but neither of his shadows appeared right in front of my eyes.When I woke the next morning, he was still gone. There was nothing from him, not even a single explanation of what had happened.Asshole.I knew that he was the cruelest mob leader in New York, but I didn’t know he was this cruel.All I can do is to get up from the bed and try to figure out where to go in this large house. He didn’t even tour me around.
GabrielaIt hurts. My body is trembling from the pain of what he did. Tears are begging to just flow out of my eyes because of the stinging sensation.I can’t even lift my body from the bed.Through my half-induced eyelids, I saw his figure grinning down at me. “ Learned your lesson?” he asked. He had the audacity to ask while buckling his belt. I got alarmed.I panicked. “ What are you doing?!”He smiles. “ Getting dressed. You can still lift your ass from that bed, right? I want my food to be prepared after I take my shower.”“ I am not your fucking maid!” I shouted.