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VALENTINA POV ~~~I couldn’t stop crying. Five of us were gathered in the foyer, surrounded by three suitcases.Vincenzo was on his feet, propped up by a cane, with Zia and Marco nearby. Dimitri and I stood off to the side, close to the luggage, and his arms were wrapped around me as I sobbed on his probably very expensive shirt. There was nothing left to be said. I had pushed for this outcome, hoped it would come to pass, but it hurt. Dimitri was the most composed out of all of us, which was understandable. It had been his decision to leave, after all. Vincenzo gave him a choice and Dimitri had grabbed the opportunity eagerly. Now he would start a new chapter in his life as a whole different person. When he walked out this door, he was no longer the Morreti heir. Not a Morreti at all, in fact. And I would never see him again.I hated it, but I understood the reasons why he couldn’t live happily here. And really, this was best for Dimitri, which was all that mattered. When he gave
VINCENZO POV ~~~Someone handed me a Campari and soda, and I saw it was Marco. I sent him a grateful look and drank half the cocktail in one swallow.Inside the room were the members of La Provincia, the board of control. The one person missing was Dante Armani. It was smart of him not to show up, because I would have strangled him on the spot.Finally all the leaders sat, with our men standing behind us. I was sandwiched between the dons from Reggio Calabria and Platì, both men I knew well.Pasquale Borghese was the capo crimine, also the diplomat and mediator of the group, so he called the meeting to order. “Signori, let us begin, as we are all anxious to return home. Some more than others.”“Yes, the ones with girlfriends!” someone shouted, causing everyone to laugh.Borghese held up his hand. “We must start with the most recent conflict among us, which has escalated and turned ugly. Too ugly, in my opinion, and I know many at this table feel the same. Morreti, would you care to ex
VALENTINA POV ~~~~I worried the entire time he was away. When Vincenzo was set to return, I paced in the entryway while Nestoleaned against the wall, watching me. He hadn’t left my side during my husband’s absence, except when I used the bathroom. I knew this was to keep me safe, but I would much rather have Vincenzo’s gaze on me. After scolding me for scuffing the entryway tile, Zia dragged me to the kitchen for chicken in lemon sauce and a side of roasted eggplant. She had a tartufo for dessert, which reminded me of Dimitri and our dinner way back when I was first in Siderno. I started tearing up.Zia shook her head at me. “He is better off. He’s a good boy but he never liked this life, not like he should in order to lead. Your son will take over when it’s time.”This was a conversation for another day. No way was I deciding my child’s fate like that. I didn’t care what Vincenzo said—our children would make their own decisions.“It’s the hormones,” I told her. “I cry all the tim
VINCENZO POV ~~~Four and a half years later.....The door knob rattled, followed by a thump. More rattling.As Marco started to stand from his chair, I put my hand up. “Wait,” I mouthed and hid my smile.A few seconds later my office door opened and the beautiful face of my two-year-old daughter, Noemi, appeared. She strode in like she was in charge. “Papà! Zio Marco! Mamma says it is time to come.”I pushed back from the desk and patted to my lap. “Polpetta! I’ve been waiting for you. Come, give me hugs and kisses.”“Ah, me first!” Marco scooped up my daughter before she could get to the desk and spun her around. She squealed with delight, her short blonde curls flying.When he set her on her feet, she grinned and wobbled. “I’m dizzy.”I gave her a second to get her bearings. “Now may I have my hugs and kisses?”She ran right over and jumped on me, squirming onto my lap. Noemi was aggressive and energetic, just like her brother. And her mother, now that I thought about it.Noemi stoo
VALENTINA POVToronto, Ontario; I met THE DEVIL the morning after my eighteenth birthday. Hungover and tired, I rolled over in bed, where my toes brushed against warm skin and crisp body hair. A friend of mine held a graduation party last night at her pool and my boyfriend, David, slept over after. We usually hooked up at his apartment, but I was too drunk last night and insisted on coming here.It hadn’t been easy sneaking him into the house under the watchful gaze of the cameras monitored by Papà’s men, but I was a pro. I’d been outsmarting the guards and the cameras for years now. The one thing the guards loved? Routine. Once you learned the routine, you could get around it and do whatever you wanted. Papà was the head of one of the seven families of the ’Ndrangheta in Toronto, a criminal network that stretched from Canada to South America to Italy. My father’s business was dangerous, so my two sisters and I weren’t raised as typical teenagers. Wherever we went, we were trailed
VALENTINA POVNormally he relished my unhappiness. One of Morreti ’s men entered and leaned down to speak in his ear. The edge of Morreti ’s mouth curled as he listened, then he waved the man away. Returning his attention to my father, he said, “No, The wedding will take place at my home in Siderno, where Dimitri resides. We'll leave tomorrow.”Dimitri ? And wait, Siderno? As in Italy? What the fuck was happening? Lines deepened on my father’s forehead. “But what about me and my family? We have a right to…..”Stiffening, Morreti glared at my father, and the mood in the room went arctic. “Be very, very careful, Roberto,” he said softly. “You lost your rights when you lost my shipment.”Yikes; No one moved and the moment stretched. I’d never seen anyone put my father in his place before. No one had ever dared. I held my breath until my father finally put up his hands. “Mi ,” he apologized. This appeared to appease Morreti , but I still had no idea what they were talking about. “Will
VINCENZO POVThe car turned into the warehouse lot. The place hadn’t been used in years by the looks of it, which was perfect for this errand. When the wheels stopped, I opened the door of the rented car and stepped out. Marco got out and unlocked the trunk.The boy was yanked out and thrown onto the ground, where he crumpled in a pile of limbs covered in cheap clothing. My men caught the stronzo crawling out of her bedroom window this morning. I stared at him, wanting to see what she saw. Why would a woman as beautiful as Has Valentina Romano ever wasted her time on such a pathetic and ordinary creature like this?She was glorious. The rumours of her looks weren’t exaggerated. All three Romano daughters were said to resemble their mother. Sofia Romano had been a famous model before marrying Roberto, I remember jerking off to her photos as a teenage boy and Valentina was the spitting image of her mother, except with bigger tits.Dio, how I would love to fuck those tits. Stop, She’s m
Valentina povLater that afternoon, I threw my makeup bag into a satchel. I couldn’t bring much when I ran, but I would take my very favourite things, like the Mama earrings Mama left me. A photo of me, Gia and Rebecca at CN Tower. The leggings that fit my legs and ass perfectly. And, of course, my passport and money. “This is a bad idea,” my sister, Rebecca, said. “How are you going to live?”“Forget about that, how is she going to escape Papà and the guards?” Gia turned the page in her magazine, barely paying attention. “You’ll never even reach the street, Tina .”“Yes, I will.” Two years ago, I discovered the cameras didn’t cover one sliver of the stone wall surrounding our house, so I chipped footholds into the stone, which allowed me to come and go as often as I dared. It was how I snuck out to lose my virginity to David last November.My sisters didn’t know this, however. That escape route was too dangerous for anyone but me. Gia made a noise in her throat like she didn’t beli