Blood War (The Don Sequel)

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Kiara

"You should come down to eat something." Dario spoke as he finished getting dressed.

"In a while, I just want to lay with him a bit longer." He left the room but I knew if I didn't come down soon he would definitely return.

Ever since we got back to Italy, I haven't left Matteo's side. I missed my son so much. He has gotten so big since the last time I saw him. It's crazy how fast he is growing.

My little rendezvous with Dario was decent to say the least. We spent time together and as much as I tried to deny myself, we ended up having sex. It happened once and then it happened again and again. The next thing I knew we were fucking like rabbits. I would be ashamed had we not been alone the entire time but thankfully there were no disturbances not witnesses to our ungodly acts. That man fucked me like a slut the entire trip and I acted like his good whore without a shame in the world.

We've been home for a few hours now and I have not brought myself to leave this room yet. I'm not ready to go out there and accept what I know is the new reality.

The reality that Lorenzo is no longer with us. The reality that Dario won against the Russians. The reality that my husband now has more power than he ever did before because of this war or that Mario is being held somewhere on this property waiting for his death. I most definitely prefer to lock myself away with my son than to face reality. So much has happened already. All these recent events that I haven't quite yet taken in. What does all of this mean? What happens now? What is going to be my 'new normal'? Are our days of being targeted and challenged over now that the Russians have been more or less taken care of? What does this mean for my son's future? Dario made is clear that our son was to be his heir. That his role in this lifestyle is guaranteed but I always had the intention of revisiting that conversation. I could try to plead with him and make an argument using Camilla's absence in the family business as a reference. I know it wouldn't be an easy topic to press with Dario but I imagine it will be even more difficult due to our recent circumstance. No matter Dario's opinion, I don't want my son to be like him or any other mafia man. That will never change.

When I finally decided to crawl out of my comfort zone, I wasn't surprised to see Ayana and Marcel here. As usual she always embraces me with such love. I can honestly see why Marcellous would fall for such a passionate and caring woman. I have missed her, there isn't any shame in admitting that.

"You look well considering.. well you know. I can only imagine how they treated you both." She sympathized. Wasted sympathy honestly because as much as I hated the circumstances, the treatment I must admit wasn't all the way terrible. I know had it been anyone else I could've been dead a long time ago.

"Which reminds me, we have things to discuss amore." Dario addressed me.

"Things like what exactly?"

"Let us go into my office. Marcellous get Carlos here." I followed Dario like he asked and took a sit across from his desk as soon as we entered.

"Mario is alive..for now, that you know." He started off the bat. I nodded in agreement already not liking the topic of discussion.

"You already have Mario, killed Valentina and Stefano, you won. Must we really still speak on this Dario? I don't want to relive any of it."

"What did they do to you?" He asked sounding vengeful.

"No nothing, I mean nothing really."