**Under Review**
The world revolves around POWER.
Power brings the money.
Power brings the respect.
Power brings the control.
Power owns the people.
Dario Romano may have escaped death yet again but he is far from the clear. A blood war is on the...
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This feels unreal. I have not been to America in such a long time but to be back in New York is something else completely. The last time I was here things were so much different. Everything was normal back then. My mom was in my life, alive and well as far as she could be. Our relationship still sucked but hey, we had each other. I was in love with a man whom I thought would be my forever. Kiana and I were barely making ends meet working together at a diner that was paying below the general hourly rate. We thought life was tough back then, I bet our future selves were laughing at us. We took everything for granted. We wasted time complaining about the smallest and most insignificant things. All we wanted was to make it in life, get rich, and spend the rest of our days enjoying life.
Now look at us. From one perspective, one could say that our life did get better. Without looking at certain details, in a way we accomplished our goals, or at least, I did to an extent. I'm married, rich, and living in a foreign country. I can become my own boss and the only person I would have to answer to is my husband. Other than that, from the outside, it would seem like I am a liberated woman.
For Kiana, things could have been better and yet they could have been worse. I really don't know if she is truly over what happened or if somewhere in her heart she still blames me for how drastically her life has changed. Maybe she is over it or maybe she has simply accepted it and is content with life as it is. Making the best of life with the cards she has been dealt, I think that's what we're both doing currently. After all, only one of us actually has the freedom to return to America but there will be so many questions then. How would she explain her sudden disappearance. It's a lot to think about and it will take a lot of lying to the people you care about. I mean she certainly can't say that she got kidnapped by the Italian mafia and dragged to their country against her will, can she?
"It has been a while for you." Dario spoke from beside me.
"Yes, it has. Not much has changed.." I say glancing at the skyscrappers.
"And yet, so much has changed." He said passing his hand over my ring finger. I looked at the large beautiful ring that has been weighing down my finger for what--is it five years now?
"Your life is better now." He added earning a questioning look from me.
"How did you arrive at that conclusion?"
"It is better than it was when you lived here, you're certainly not struggling and it is also better than when you just arrived in Italy." Well of course he would easily see it that way.
"Do you wish to see your mother?" He suddenly asked.
"I-I.. um, you know where she is buried?" He nodded in response.
"We can go first thing tomorrow if you wish."
"I would like that, thank you."
We made it to the Royalton Hotel where we'll be staying for the next few days. Our luggage was taken care of while we checked in. Luca and Leonardo accompanied us on this trip. We obviously would never leave Italy without any security detail at least not if Dario had anything to do with it especially not since we brought Matteo along, after all.
