ANTONIO.I called Marco and asked him to come to the room I was in while the other men remained in the respective rooms they were stationed in. It wasn’t over yet. Lorenzo’s men could still be lurking around, and all of us couldn’t be in the same place. We had to be careful.“Please, I am innocent.” The woman begged, tears streaming down her cheeks.“You weren’t innocent when you decided to aid in killing me.” I groaned.“Kill you? No. I wasn’t going to kill you. I was only asked to tranquillize you.” She quickly defended herself.“What did you think the person who sent you would do after I became unconscious?” I raised a brow, waiting for her to connect the dots.“Kill you?“ She asked, her eyes filling with horror.Nodding in response, I reached for her wrist and uncuffed her.“Get up and get dressed.” I told her.“Don’t even think of running.” I warned her as I pulled out a gun and pointed it at her.She nodded, her body trembling in fear, as she walked to where her dress was and sl
ROSALINDA.“So, has Papà said anything about you and Oliver now that he knows that he is a Petrov?“ I asked Sofia.We were in the kitchen, eating pancakes, bacon, and sausages for breakfast.“He hasn’t said anything.” She sighed. “Do you think I should talk to him about it?”“You should.” I told her. “I’m sure he won’t object to your union anymore.”She nodded, pouting. “Hopefully. Because I miss him so much and I want to spend more time with him.”“Ouuu….lover girl.” I teased, chuckling softly.“You can’t blame me.” She said, blushing as she gently rubbed her tummy. “My babies need their father.”I settled my gaze on her belly, and a small smile crept up my lips at her little baby bump. It was so cute.“It’s starting to protrude.” I remarked, and she nodded.“What about you?” She suddenly asked. “What’s up with you and Antonio? Have any of you talked to Papà about both of you wanting to be together?”My brow creased. “I thought you hated him?”“Of course, I do!” She sighed, rolling h
ROSALINDA.My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, and I quickly disentangled myself from Antonio’s arms.“What is happening here?“ Papà asked again, his frown deepening as he approached us.“Uhm…” I nervously scratched the back of my neck. I was lost for words to say.“Nothing really.” Antonio said, sighing.“No. You can’t tell me nothing. Your hands were on her, looking at her like… that. What’s going on?“ Papà persisted, darting his gaze between the both of us.“Is that the document?” Antonio changed the subject as he reached for the file in Papà’s hand.He skimmed through the document before returning his gaze to Papà. “Thank you. I’ll take my leave now. Bye.”“Antonio.” Papà called, his brows furrowing.“Really, it’s nothing.” Antonio said.Before Papà could say anything more, he started walking towards the exit.I promptly followed Antonio, but Papà called me back.“Rosalinda.” He said firmly.I turned to look at him. “Yes, Papà?”He waited for Antonio to leave the office bef
ROSALINDA.I was so stupid. So fucking stupid. Knowing the dangerous world that surrounded me, I went ahead and took Carlo out alone. Without guards.Different thoughts were colliding in my head, and I was going crazy. I couldn’t think straight; my heart was burning fiercely, and my whole body was shaking. I was dishevelled and confused, not knowing what to do.I took out my phone to call 911, but I found myself dialing Antonio’s number instead.“Antonio.” I said breathlessly into the phone when he picked up, my chest heaving up and down.“What happened?” He quickly asked, worried.“I came... hospital... God, Carlo." I cried, unable to form a coherent sentence.“Rosalinda. I want you to take a deep breath and breathe out.” He told me, and I did just that.“Again.” He said, and I repeated it.“Now, tell me where you are; I’m coming there right away.” He said with urgency. He didn’t even bother to ask what happened anymore.I told him where I was, and he ended the call immediately.I lu
ROSALINDA.Lorenzo arrived shortly after he was summoned and was led to the living room, where Papà, Mama, Marco, Sofia, Giovanni, and I were all waiting impatiently for him. “Don Roberto.” He grinned as he approached Papà. He extended his hand for a handshake, which Papà took reluctantly. He didn’t even bother to acknowledge the rest of us sitting in the living room. “How’s your health? How do you feel now?” He asked Papà.Papà didn’t answer that question. It was obvious that he wasn’t interested in a chitchat. Instead, he gestured at the sofa that was opposite him. “Have a seat.”I never knew Papà cared so much about his grandson until today. The rage burning beneath his eyes was so intense. Lorenzo drew his brows together. “I thought you wanted my advice on business matters." He darted his gaze at us. “Why would we have it here?”“Seat, please.” Papà said again, not bothering to explain anything to him. “Okay.” Lorenzo said, exhaling sharply before going to sit. “So, why did
ANTONIO.“Sei Morto!” I growled, my chest threatening to explode with the multitude of rage that washed over me the second I sighted the bastard. Lorenzo narrowed his eyes as he observed my blood-stained shirt. “What did you do?”“Why don’t you tell me why you kidnapped Carlo?” I growled. “Where is Carlo? Did you find him?” Roberto asked. Rosalinda walked in with Carlo in her arms, so I didn’t need to answer his question. He sighed in relief before turning to look at Lorenzo. “I thought you denied kidnapping him.”“Oh, well.” Lorenzo lifted his shoulders in a shrug, grinning. “Busted, right?”“Why?“ Roberto asked, baffled. “Did you expect me to marry your daughter, knowing she had a child?” He asked, laughing hysterically. He was definitely a mental case. “But you said you were okay with it, Lorenzo! What did you plan to do with my grandson?“ Roberto asked, narrowing his eyes. “I was never okay with it. I didn’t want a woman who would have an emotional attachment to someone who
ROSALINDA. "Sei morto!" I heard a voice yell while I was leaning on my best friend’s car, smoking in the underground parking lot of a club.Out of curiosity, I peeked up to see what was happening, and the smoke of the cigarette suddenly filled my lungs at the sight of what I saw, and I puffed.A blonde man who had bruises all over him was on his knees, surrounded by men. Dangerous men. One of them was holding a gun to his head.I was born into a world of crimes, and I witness things like that regularly. But I still haven’t gotten used to it."Who is that?" I heard a voice say, and it was followed by footsteps. I quickly started thinking of ways to run away; I didn’t want to get into trouble. If my dad knew I was out clubbing, I’d be in deep shit.Before I could gather my thoughts, an image suddenly appeared before me, and I gasped.He was breathtaking! He had dark brown, lustrous hair and mesmerizing hazel eyes. He had a strong jawline and was dressed in a tailored black suit that ac
ANTONIO.Never in a million years did I expect to see the daring girl I met at the club yesterday here. The girl who enchanted me with her captivating green eyes. So, she was a Moretti. That explained why she was fearless and didn’t seem intimidated by me. Was she my supposed fiancée?"Antonio, I present to you Sofia Moretti." Roberto said as he gestured at the girl who came in with the daring girl. The girl who dared make my cock go crazy.She wasn’t Sofia. So, who was she? Rosalinda, her sister?"And this is Rosalinda, her sister." Roberto continued, confirming my guess as he gestured at her."Rosalinda." I muttered, my gaze fixed on her. Though my intention wasn’t to say that out loud, it just happened to slip off my lips."Have you met her before?" Roberto asked, with curiosity lingering in his eyes. Yesterday, she mentioned that she sneaked out of the house. Talking about our encounter would only put her in trouble. I didn’t know why I was protecting her, but—I flicked my gaz