**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 is what I call living the life. We have been on the island for an entire week and Dario has hardly taken any business calls the entire time. He has been devoted to spending time with me and the boys as a family and honestly it's shocking but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't pleased. His efforts are definitely noticed and appreciated.
Things have been really good and peaceful between us. I thought it may be a little awkward after that bomb he dropped on me last time. It is the first time that I can recall Dario flat out professing his love to me the way that he did. It was unexpected and I was too stunned to speak. He made no issue of it though, he didn't even seem to be phased that I didn't say it back. In fact, he acted as if it was a normal thing that he said said and carried on like nothing. Still, it couldn't be ignored because I felt it in my soul. His words hit me with such sincerity that I honestly believe he should have been taken aback by his confession as well, if not more than me. Dario has always been and still is a complicated man. It is difficult, in fact downright impossible to fully comprehend the man— how he thinks, how he feels—when he feels. I used to think the man was psychotic, simply put and there was nothing more to him than that. Over the years I've learnt a thing or two though that allowed me to get a more in-depth understanding of who he is and why he does the things that he does. Dario is a levelheaded guy, quite strategic and the calculated man unlike his late older brother Rafael who was still psychotic but unhinged and therefore didn't come off as too intelligent or at least he just did not care to move like the smartest in the room. In a strange sense I found myself wanting to please Dario in more ways than just sexually and I have discovered that spending time as a family isn't only pleasing to Matteo but it is to me as well. I actually want this. I want to have fond memories of my sons and their father that I could hopefully look back at in the future. I'm not interest in being a mafia family rather just a family. I know there won't be anything normal about our family no matter how much I wish it was so. One day my sons will be weaving guns around like toys, using obscene language and doing illegal activities no matter how well I try to raise them. It's the truth and I hate it. Nothing I do now will make a difference in the future. Things will always end up as Dario envisioned it because that's just how things work. This is the life that I brought them into. Some days I think that it's useless teaching them things such a morals, manners and respect but then other times I convince myself that the least that I could do is make sure they're well mannered and know how to treat a woman. I'll be damned if any of my children treat their significant other the way their father is known to.
"That's your third cocktail already."Dario pointed out as he watched me from the beach chair he was sat in with Massimo. Matteo was busy playing in the sand.
"Yes it is and it won't be my last."
"I suppose you deserve it."
"Without a doubt and I'm the right place to get a little tipsy. This place is so beautiful and private." Well duhh Kiara it's a private island. I've lost count of the number of times I've called it beautiful though. If I were Dario's mom I'd probably never leave but then I suppose the memories of a young Mario was too much for her.
