Her Mafia Lord

Chapter Twenty Three

“I always knew that Bianca was nothing but a goldfish or gold digger like you call them, I was just surprised that my darling husband fell for her trap. Anyways, like Giovanni said, she is in the past now” Bianca felt like entering the television and screaming all sorts of words at Imade for the lies she was feeding everyone watching.

“So ladies and gentlemen, we would be taking your questions that you wish to ask these people from our page” Linda held out her iPad note and began to scroll down.

“The first question of the night says why choose Imade over Bianca. Mr Giovanni I believe that question is for you” Giovanni was grateful that the public could see that it isn’t all roses with the woman he is seating with at the moment but he needed to stick with the deal.

“She was my first love and even though I won’t be giving reasons for Bianca and I disentanglement, I want everyone to know that I love Imade” Bianca felt a lang of jealousy as the crowd cued in admiration and Imade taking a quick kiss at Giovanni made her want to break the television set.

“We will be taking the final question for the night. There have been rumors that Bianca’s kidnap was orchestrated by you and It was because you wanted to erase her out of the equation. How true is this allegation” Giovanni could feel goosebumps raising on his skin; he didn’t want to say any contradictory statement and even though it was false, he had this urge to just publicly humiliate Imade but he wasn’t ready for the drama

“False! These are all cooked up lies by the paparazzi to have their blogs drive traffic or in other cases chase clout. I hereby publicly bring to the notice of the public that I Giovanni had nothing to do with the kidnap of Bianca” Giovanni stated clearly.

“That is it folks, we are glad that you stayed till the end of the show and I do hope that you have learnt a lot. Until next time, I am your host Trevor Linda ” Bianca switched off the television as she couldn’t take more of what she was seeing. She didn’t know what to believe; some part of her wanted to believe that Giovanni meant all that he said about her being in the past, other part of her wanted to believe that it was all lies. Giovanni was a master of acting and deception and she learnt alot about that art from him.

While she was still deep in thought, Amore opened the door and came through with a huge smile on his face

“It’s good to see you are getting acquainted to Italy” he dropped a box before her

“What is this” Bianca asked staring at the strange boxTêxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“If there is a beautiful dress, I believe you have tucked in Alonso to sleep, put this dress on, we are going on a business date” Amore left afterwards not having the time to listen to what she had to say.

Bianca was surprised; why did she need to go on a date with Amore, why make something she was clearly not interested in work by all means. One thing was certain with her, regardless of how he tried to impress her, Amore was never going to steal her heart. It belonged to one person and that is and will remain Giovanni.

**

When Amore and Bianca arrived, the event seemed to have already started as the guests seemed to have all arrived earlier than they had. Stepping out of the limousine, Amore was dressed in a black turtle neck covered with a stylish designer trench coat. He had picked this style of fashion because he was fed up with the conventional tuxedo which people usually wear to grace the occasion.

He entwined his arms with Bianca who looked nothing above spectacular in her dress. She wore a black gown which had a marble like design carved on its fabric. Bianca was certain that this outfit would cost a fortune. She wasn’t interested in even coming for this show but for the fact that she was under contract to meet up as Amore’s wife, she had to grace the occasion. It was somehow ironic to believe that a few years back it was Giovanni who she had been offered to be his wife and now his step brother is doing the same. Though she would pick Giovanni ten times over Amore not because of their features but because there was something in Giovanni that attracted her to him but in Amore, she found a brother.

The hall was filled with a sea of heads; Bianca was certain that these people were the one percent that controlled Italy. She had learnt the art of maintaining a good posture and also how to handle situations like this from Giovanni so she wasn’t nervous.

“Amore my good friend” Bianca turned to see a man who she presumed was probably in his fifties approach them. He had thick black hair and Bianca could not help but notice he had fixed three of his front teeth with gold and it made him look ugly from her perception.

“Good to see you here Lorenzo,” Amore greeted, shaking hands with him.

“I must say you look exceptionally good in your outfit. Which makes me wonder why choose it over tuxedos though?” Bianca also noticed how this man’s English was laced with so much heavy Italian accent.

“Let’s just say I decided to try something new” Amore started with a smile on his face.

“And i presume this must be your gorgeous wife” Lorenzo turned to look at Bianca with that same smile had on which want to make Bianca puke

“Yes, this is Bianca and Bianca, this is Alberto Lorenzo, he works as the head of all newspapers here in Italy” Bianca shook the hands of the man who seemed to not take his eyes off her, making her resolve within herself that he was certainly a creep.

“Anyways, I want to talk some business with you if you don’t mind” Bianca couldn’t help but notice the way he had said those words with a tone which indicated there was more to whatever they wanted to discuss.

“Sure, absolutely. Bianca, why don’t you go over and have fun” Bianca looked at Amore to know if he was joking or he meant what he was saying “No matter what you do, don’t leave the sight of the bodyguards or else I hope you do know what will happen if you disobey me” Amore whispered to her ear before pecking her on the cheeks and moving away with Lorenzo.

Bianca looked around and her attention was drawn to the bar counter and so she decided to go have a seat and watch everyone.

“What may I offer you with ma?” The blondie asked her with a smile on his face

“Water would do, thank you” The man went and got her a glass and poured her some water, to which she took and gulped down.

Everyone was dancing along to the slow music and she thought of Giovanni and her having to be in this room right now, dancing. She was certain they would steal the show as Giovanni was a good dancer and even though she wasn’t perfect in her dance step yet, she still had quite some moves.

“Excuse me ma’am” a voice drew her out of her thoughts and her gaze fell on a young man who was dressed in a black tuxedo looking at her.

“I have a message for you from my boss”

“Your boss? Sorry who are you” the man didn’t reply and left the counter. Bianca held the piece of paper in her hand and wondered who would have sent this message. She was certain she knew nobody in the room except for Amore.

I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you look, care to have a drink sometime with me tomorrow at six?

* Lorenzo

Bianca was amazed by the audacity of this man; she was right about the fact that he was acting strange the moment they exchanged pleasantries. She wondered how he was even able to write it out while speaking with Amore.

“Can you hand me another glass of water please?” She requested from the bartender who was cleaning the glasses. When another glass of water arrived, she gulped half of its contents.

“A beautiful lady like you shouldn’t be drinking water when there are varieties of wine around” she turned around to be met with one handsome Indian who had this million dollar dark shade on.

“I am Jindal” he extended his hand and Bianca hesitated before taking his hand. They were soft and smooth too.

“Bianca”

“Bianca? You are not Italian I presume?”

“No, I am an American” Bianca decided that it wouldn’t be a bad idea having a conversation with him considering the positive aura he was portraying.

“An American! Wow that’s just amazing. Why are you seated here alone while everyone is having fun?” Bianca was about to reply when

“She isn’t alone, she is my wife” Amore’s voice interrupted their conversation.

“Oh! No offense man was just trying to chat” Jinda said, raising his hands in surrender before leaving the counter.

“I hope you do know that you belong to me and no one else in this room?” Amore pointed out.

“I am not your property Amore” Bianca replied causing Amore to chuckle and leaning forward to whisper “We will talk about your behavior when we get home” Bianca looked up at him, he was still smiling at her

“Come now, let’s dance” he offered her his hands and Thelma had no choice but to accept it

****

“It’s good to see you again son” Priscilla exclaimed, hugging Giovanni “You don’t look your happy self” She exclaimed noticing the gloomy countenance of her son.

“You really believe I will be happy knowing you orchestrated all this shit happening? Why Priscilla? Why did you choose to ruin my life? To ruin Bianca’s life, what has that girl ever done to you” Priscilla sighed, taking her seat on the couch.

“I was only trying to do you a favor Giovanni, that girl was no good for you!” Giovanni chuckled, taking his seat opposite her.

“Where is she right now?” Priscilla didn’t answer the question she pretended to be watching the movies.

“Answer me dammit! Where the fuck is Bianca and my son” Giovanni was seeing red at the moment. He knew Priscilla was keeping them hostage.

“I don’t think I will want to tell you where she is, I will remind you that you have a contract with Imade and i hope you are aware that if you screw up, you will not only lose your beloved wife but also your son” Giovanni stood up and approached her in a threatening manner, going down to her level and staring her in the eye.

“You are a devil Priscilla and i swear to God you won’t get away with this” Priscilla elated into a maniac laughter.

“And what can you do? Report me to Xavier? Call for a meeting? Or report to the police? You and I know that Amore being the leader and me being the godmother of the Elite, we are untouchable. There is nothing you can do so I will advise you to stick with Imade. You never can say, you might just fall in love with her” Priscilla smirked afterwards, seeing the frustration in his eyes.

“Father will clearly be disappointed with you Priscilla, you are an epitome of destruction, a plague that everyone should avoid and above all, you are not worthy of bearing the Elites’ name” Giovanni felt his cheek sting and he opened his eye to see that Priscilla was really pissed. He couldn’t believe she slapped him.

“How dare you Giovanni, how dare you talk to me like that? Need I remind you that I am your mother?”

“YOU ARE NEVER MY MOTHER PRISCILLA! My mom died years ago and you charmed your way into my father’s heart. I wouldn’t be surprised that at this moment, your hand may already be in the cookie jar” Priscilla gasped, she couldn’t believe the nature of words coming out of his mouth.

“I think you have exhausted your time here, I need you to leave immediately” Priscilla ordered him out.

“I am in my father’s house, you cannot ask me to go out, i will only leave when I wish to” Priscilla smirked and clapped her hands, three major escorts whom Giovanni couldn’t recognize their faces entered the living room, aiming their guns at him.

“Really? It has come to the point where you threaten an Elite’s bloodline with a gun? Priscilla, you broke the rules”

“Rules? There are no rules when it comes to me, for years I have waited for so long to taste what real power looks like and now that I have it, I can bend your stupid rules to my will” Priscilla boasted.

“It’s okay, I will leave but just so you know Priscilla, I will raise hell if anything ever happens to Bianca and my son Alonso” Giovanni threatened.

“Go and learn to love your wife Giovanni. As for Bianca and your son, don’t worry about them, I believe they are happy where they are” Giovanni couldn’t help but notice a tone of mockery and sarcasm in her voice while she spoke those words. One thing was clear, regardless of what would happen, he needed to find a way out of the situation and get his family back.