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[magdelena e. g. giovanni]

VALKYRIE, CALIFORNIA, GIOVANNI LOFT, AFTERNOON, JUNE 2008

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-----who would have thought that maggie corinthos would have ended up here, at nineteen years old. it was a little ridiculous wouldn’t you think? maggie certainly never thought she would have gotten to this point. there was so much involved in her life that she never thought would be here. looking back to when she was a teenager, glaring back at her father who glared daggers at her she never would have expected to get here. when she was battling her brother, matching him word for word in a battle of moral conscience, she never would have expected to get here. how about after having been partnered up with someone who she had considered an asshat, or having gotten kidnapped. would she have expected to be here after that? god no. what was the ‘here’ of it all? simple…it was marriage, happiness, joy, all of the aspects of life she’d never really experienced before without some kind of twisted outlook on things but for maggie that was something tangible now. hell tangible, it was lying here beside her. he was lying here beside her, the man of her dreams, the man she’d never considered and the man she’d never expected. maggie ahd never before thought that she could be happy. that never seemed to be something that was in the cards for her. she was the child of a power hungry madman who would hesitate to off her for his own good. for someone who had never before experienced real love in her life it was hard to believe that maggie had it now. but she did. maggie certainly felt loved. then again what newlywed didn’t feel loved two months into their marriage? two months…wow it felt like two years. hell it already felt like a lifetime being here with him. it was like nothing could get between them and it certainly felt like nothing ever would. they were here together, man and wife, and they were accomplishing things daily that maggie never thought she was capable of. she never thought she would be wife material. hell if you’d have asked her a mere few months ago she would have told you she was capable of being something like that. being that devoted, doting wife? at eighteen maggie hadn’t thought it humanly possible for her to care about anyone other than herself because that had always been her practice. her brother and sister had cared about her and to an extent her idiot mother had as well but no one had loved her. they’d never shown her that they would give their lives to protect her should the occasion ever arise and as such she never felt the same toward any of them.

-----but what she didn’t have with her family were things she had with luca. maggie couldn’t trust j.r. or isabella with her life just the way she couldn’t trust her bitch of a civilian mother. she couldn’t’ trust her young half siblings or raoul, the bastard who’d turned her into the castillos to begin with. there were so many people in her life that she simply didn’t trust but that all changed with luca. though they’d been at one another’s throats for the most part of their “relationship” it had developed into something so much more than either of them had anticipated it to be. it had developed to be strong enough that when they’d been getting ready for their wedding day and fausto confessed that the whole thing was just a game that juan wanted to play with maggie that luca and maggie had actually decided to just go ahead and get married. maggie remembered it fondly. she’d been standing in the tent, wrapped in white, surrounded by nothing but fresh air and sunshine. it was the overall perfect day for a wedding. she’d been looking in the mirror making sure everything was in place when she’d seen the tent shift slightly and luca came in with a smile on his face, but a grim one at that. he had turned her to him and told her everything. he’d told her about the plan her father had had to play with her, to give him some kind of justification to ridding her from the picture. he’d told her about how fausto had continued to let them think they had an arranged marriage even after maggie had shot her father and taken over the business. he’d told her everything and then he’d sat her down and told her that he loved her, that she owned his heart, and that he wanted nothing more than to marry her. he’d asked her to marry him for real. to not do so under the pretense that this was something either of their families wanted. to marry him because she wanted to, because she loved him. how could maggie have said no to that? exactly why she hadn’t. she loved luca beyond a doubt and honestly she couldn’t have imagined feeling this way for anyone else in the future. she’d known before she’d known about the fake marriage plot that she would be happy living with him by her side for the rest of her life. he was the most important thing in her life. she had no where else to divide her love. it was all there for him, for the taking.

-----they’d only been this way for two months but it still felt like forever. they’d taken her things out of her apartment and moved them to luca’s for the duration, giving j.r. the apartment and his own bedroom, and let that be that. he had his place, and maggie had hers. j.r. certainly hadn’t been unhappy about that. he’d been begging her for his own bed since he’d moved in with her and once she’d had to start staying at luca’s he’d taken it over but he still hadn’t had a place of his own. now the apartment was his and the loft was hers. that was the best trade maggie could imagine. maggie had turned the loft into theirs. where on one wall sat luca’s decorations or luca’s touch, the opposite wall mirrored maggie’s taste, which inevitably didn’t vary much from his own. and on the occasional wall their sat a jumbling of both their tastes like various pictures of family members from both sides of the family. it was amazing, and more of a meshing of lives than maggie had ever thought she’d experience. honestly she’d always thought she would have ended up alone. she never would have surrendered to being some homely cat lady but at the same time she hadn’t imagined ever living much past the age of, say, thirty. she’d always known how dangerous this lifestyle could get and she couldn’t imagine having to share that kind of burden with anyone, certainly not some whiny civilian bastard. even if she had considered it before, a fellow criminal just meant more to worry about. they were in just as much danger as she was on a daily basis and she had a hard enough time worrying about herself when the time came. what was it about luca that made her throw that kind of caution to the wind? nothing. she still hadn’t. but the fact that she’d been saddled with him and had gotten used to him had given her a chance to really see what living with a person with a life like her own was like. she learned that depending on the person she was capable of liking someone who lived as she did. she was able to not fear for his second of every day because he could handle himself. hell he’s handled himself well enough to save her. that had meant enough for maggie to know that she could actually love someone and put that kind of trust in someone. she could fall in love with him, live a life with him, and it would be okay. that was the reason why she said that she’d marry him. not only because she loved him but because she knew that if she gave him her heart, her everything, that he could take care of it and her. he was the man she not only wanted, but needed. she did need him, plain and simple.

-----and luca had quickly become her everything. it was funny just how that had happened. at this time about a few months ago they’d been butting heads in a doper’s shitty apartment living room and now here they were, lying side by side as the sun rose on a new day. honestly it was almost criminal just how quickly they’d progressed from one emotion to the next. the sun hit her closed eyes but maggie stayed where she was, letting the sunlight warm her back as she stretched out, arms above her head and toes pointing toward the foot boards as she let her muscles stretch and wake up. she heard a shuffling to right and turned her head, her chin grazing the pillow as she looked over at luca. he was barely awake and acting as though he certainly didn’t want to be awake. with a chuckle maggie propped herself up slightly on her elbows, tucking her pillow against her chest as she lay stomach down on the bed. ”you are such a happy camper in the morning.” she smiled, leaning over as she pulled her body against his, suffocating the distance between them. the straps of the pink cami she wore tugged on her shoulders as she shifted but maggie ignored it. she snuggled up against him, draping a leg over his as she kissed his neck. "good morning" she whispered as she nuzzled his neck, waking him up in the best way possible.

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[luca angelo giovanni]

----IF FAUSTO WAS TO TELL HIM that he would be head over heels in love with maggie the same day his uncle told him he was going to marry her, luca would have scoffed and said he could never love someone that was the opposite of everything he was. and yet, here he was, married to her for two months and everything was good. in fact, everything was great. luca was never one of those men that was a hopeless romantic. romance was never really on his mind ever. he was always living it short term. he never set out to find that perfect wife for him. but his uncle interfering with his love life ended up being the best thing for him in the end. it felt like it had been a long road for luca and maggie. and even when they realized that they did have feelings for each other, knowing each other for only a few months and then get married was a big risk. but they hadn't run the other one out yet, so it must be going good, right?

he wouldn't have married her if he didn't love her, and when fausto told him, (a half hour before the ceremony no less,) that the entire engagement was a way for juan sr. to get rid of maggie and fausto went along with it in hopes that his nephew would fall in love. leave it to fausto to cook something up like this. well, good thing fausto's end of the deal worked out perfectly. poor juan sr. lost a lot more. in fact, he not only lost his daughter, but he lost his business as maggie brought he drugs to the giovanni's business. then fausto promoted maggie to overlook the drug business. what luca hated about the long road they had to overcome was that he had almost lost maggie along the way. when she was kidnapped by the castillos, a rival drug cartel, she almost overdosed on drugs they injected in her. luca killed some mexicans that night. not that he should be joking that he took lives, but in the future, if she ever questioned his love for her, he should just remind her that he killed for her. how many wives can actually say their husbands killed for them?

hehe, wife. it was still so weird to hear that word. he was the first of his cousins to marry and was always suspected to be the last. if he could, he'd show maggie off all he could. he'd always introduce her as his wife. he just knew they'd stay together till one of them were dead. he wanted her to always be with him. was it possible for someone to want someone so much no matter how close you got it felt like it wasn't close enough? they could just run their lives in valkyrie. they could never leave and luca would be just fine with that. he wanted them to live their lives here. start a family here someday. just be happy. with all the shit they have previously been though, that at least deserved that, right?

luca knew it was morning, but he didn't move. he didn't want to. his eyes were still closed, but he knew that he couldn't stay in bed forever. and boy, did he wish he could. he knew they had been married for two months now, but it seemed the longer that they have been married, the harder it was to get up in the morning. strange, right? he heard maggie wake up next to him. the way she stretched every morning when she woke, rustling the sheets slightly, and luca knew she was up. up, he'd listen to that same routine almost everyday now. just like she knew he wasn't really asleep. ”you are such a happy camper in the morning.” he felt her press herself against him, her leg falling over his. "get used to it, babe," he told her and wrapped his arm around her, opening his eyes for the first time. her face was in his neck and he reached underneath the cami she was wearing so he could rub the small of her back.

"do we have to get up?" he asked as he looked sideways at her. "seriously. i could lay here all day." he grinned at her. luca pulled her closer to him to the point where she was half on top of him, half not so he could kiss her. luca hooked his hand around her neck and pulled her face in. he smiled when he let of her. but as he looked at her, the more appealing she looked in the morning sun. the way her lacy pink cami brushed against his chest and the way the straps seemed to be begging to be pulled off. ugh. maggie could do so little in driving luca crazy. he kiss her again going from 'good morning kiss' to 'i want you right now' kiss. and in a matter of seconds luca rolled her off him and onto her back. they were basically pros now. luca wasn't wasting time as he kissed her neck and started working the cami up her torso, but when he pulled his head back up to look at her, he stopped. "wait, wait," he said and started shuffling off her. "stay right there. don't move," he told her and pulled the sheets off of him, the cold hitting him hard as he escaped the warmth from the sheets. "don't move," he repeated again at her in case she started to get up, too.he made his way across the loft to the closet her turned into the red room for his photographs. he ran into the room and grabbed his camera off the counter and got back to the bed. he lifted up the camera so she could see. "the natural light is perfect and you look so goddamn sexy." he told her.

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[magdelena e. g. giovanni]

VALKYRIE, CALIFORNIA, GIOVANNI LOFT, AFTERNOON, JUNE 2008

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-----marriage was going to take some getting used to, maggie was pretty sure because it was the meshing of lives, something she’d never really been experienced in even up to now. maggie had always been used to being alone for most of her life. even though she lived on a property with five other children, her father, and two of his wives both former and current, she still felt totally and completely alone as a child. why was that? why did she feel so alone when bella was constantly at her side or when j.r. hung out with her and all that? well because nothing ever seemed to fit. yes j.r. was there but he was the heir. he was the prodigal son to whom everything she’d ever wanted would be going and that hadn’t sat right with her as a child. it was hard to sit back and watch as everything you’d ever fantasized as being yours was pushed onto someone who didn’t want it. j.r. had never liked this life. he’d never wanted any part of it and yet he had been the golden child, the chosen one. birthrights were crap. for years maggie had been jealous of him and all the things he’d gotten to learn and experience. she’d seen him as their father had broken him into the life and she’d known from the very second she’d seen him change just when he’d pulled his first trigger and taken his first life. things like that, she hadn’t even wanted for the bonding experience. maggie had never been close to juan sr, and she’d had no intention of changing that as time passed, but she had wanted to be included. she had wanted to be taken seriously and that was the one luxury she never got in her time in tijuana. even now as she sat at the pinnacle of her father’s legacy, having stolen it from him and turned it into something he could never have even imagined, even now he would have looked upon her with a bitter taste in his mouth. even now he would have spat on her very successes simply because she wasn’t the child he loved. maggie was fine with that. she didn’t need to be loved by her father as long as she won out in the long run and as was obvious by the way things had turned out, maggie had lucked out better than any other corinthos kid. she was a part of a world, and a part of lives, with people who loved her. giovannis, they were family now. and for the first time in her life maggie really did feel like she was being included in something special, something worth her time.

-----but that didn’t mean that learning to share her life with someone else was going to be that much easier. maggie had always been on her own. even with five million people on the corinthos premises, she’d always been by herself. she had always had some guard keeping an eye on her from some scope from afar, but she never really had anyone remotely close to her. even physically. maybe he’d been hoping that she would have been the best target for any rivals or something, but though it was common for bella, j.r., dominic, hannah, and others to have bodyguards within inches of them, maggie was always the one without a physical barrier between her and the world around her. guards watched her from looking towers around the premises and whatnot but she had always been without another person nearby when she’d gone for walks or when she’d taken to going from mansion to office, to her mother’s little living space at the back of the compound. she’d always been unprotected. but even when she hadn’t been physically alone, there had always been some kind of block, mental or whatever, that kept her from really connecting with friends or family members. around bella, maggie had always held herself back because her little sister had been an innocent. bella had been the one child that had been bound to get out of that compound, the one who could get out and life a life outside of all of the corinthos crap. if she’d been smart she would have gotten away, changed her name, and forgotten everything about the life she’d left behind. had she? well for the most part. there was an isabella corinthos in los angeles, applying to enroll in UCLA for something that hadn’t quite been identified to maggie. then again mags couldn’t blame her little sister for giving up on her. maggie had been the one to officially turn on her own family. she was in fact the very child who had pulled a gun on her father and used it. sure maggie hadn’t fatally wounded juan corinthos but she’d crippled him both physically and financially. first and foremost, you didn’t recover from a kneecap that had been shattered into a million pieces by a bullet which then penetrated the cartilage between the femur and tibia. it was something that just didn’t grow back on its own and for that reason and that reason alone, maggie had aimed precisely. she hadn’t mortally wounded her father but just in case he had ever tried to just forget she ever existed, he would bear down on that leg, wince in pain, and he would forever remember the daughter who he had betrayed to the point that she’d rebelled against him. and he would forever remember that it had only been a shot to the knee as opposed to a shot to the head that maggie had most craved.

-----yes she was a devious, despicable child but she had only acted out on emotions brought about by years of torture and mental anguish. anyone would break under the circumstances brought about by juan corinthos sr. and those who told you they wouldn’t break like maggie had were full of shit. she’d handled herself well and made off like a fat cat with her father’s legacy as her own which she then proceeded to take on as her own. she had perfected it as well. she’d turned the little backwoods mexican drug business which broke even once every few months into a lean, mean, money making machine. she brought it so much within the first few months that maggie had happily watched fausto’s head spin. she was relatively sure that no one had thought her capable of raking in the kind of figures the giovanni organization saw after the change of hands, and she loved proving them wrong. she loved seeing fausto’s face light up with the details of her success and loved it even more when he gave his nod of approval and officially made her head of the narcotics branch of the organization. it was everything she’d hoped it had been. it was the approval she’d always sought from her father that he’d never had the time or patience to give and just like that she had fallen in love with these people. this was made all the easier with luca’s involvement. the drug business may have been maggie’s baby, but luca had supported her every step of the way, probably because he loved her and would do just about anything she’d asked but even that didn’t matter to her. she was slowly getting everything she’d ever wanted and everything she’d never had before and that was the all-important aspect of maggie’s new life. only a few months into this marriage of hers and she already felt like she was on top of the world. was that the newlywed effect? of course, but unlike most newly married couples, this hadn’t worn off yet and she had a feeling it wasn’t going to be. even for now, everything was right with the world. everything was right where it should be.

-----and things certainly felt as good as they could possibly get when she was in his arms. it sounded like the cheesiest possible thing to say but it was so true. instead of living the life of some shady criminal with some man candy on the side or some random one-nighter in her bed every other night she was next to someone she deeply cared about. not every criminal could say that. hell some lived in the dark recesses of the life so much that they never experienced something good, and some of them didn’t even deserve that much. some were so broken with such black hearts or personalities that it was just better for the world that they never experience love and, even better, never reproduce. but instead of being like that or having some back alley lover she had someone she could trust and wake up next to every morning. it just felt right even if it was a very civilian-esque thing for her to experience. she smiled against the flesh of his neck as his rough palm grazed over her back. ”you wouldn’t be hearing any complaints from me if we decided today needed to be another ‘sleep in’ day.” she said with a smirk before his lips found hers. it was almost laughable how a genuine, morning kiss turned into the kiss of newlyweds. that hungry kind of ‘need to be as close as physics will possibly allow’ kiss. the kind of kiss that lead to calling out sick and making a mess of the bed, the shower, the couch, the countertops, and any other relatively flat surface they could find. within seconds maggie felt the spinning rush followed by the soft sensation of sheets against her back. it was something she was extremely used to and something she absolutely embraced. maggie untangled her fingers from his hair as she felt the material of her cami sliding up her stomach, but the material wasn’t gone from her body as she had expected it to be a fraction of a second later. no, in fact it was still on her body and luca had lifted himself from the bed and was dashing across the loft. ”ehh no. come back.” she whined slightly, her lush lips forming an immediate pout. she was so ready. primed for him just as she always was, her face already slightly flush and her blood pumping loudly in her ears. she finally caught sight of the camera as luca walked back over and through the sheet over her head. ”you and that camera!” she cursed with a giggle, pulling the sheet down until her eyes were exposed. ”you get me all revved up and then you run off and expect me to let you take pictures! you better make it up to me…” she ‘threatened’ him as her eyes narrowed at him mockingly before she rolled her eyes and tugged the sheet back down. ”oh yes. this calls for a major make-up session.” she said with a smile as she looked up into luca’s camera lens which had now begun to click away.

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[luca angelo giovanni]

----WAS LUCA ALWAYS A STONE COLD GIOVANNI SOLDIER? did he find relationships more as something that got in the way versus something he wanted? you know, it might come to a surprise that luca wasn't always like this. he wasn't always anti-relationships, anti-women, anti-love. what you might not remember that luca grew up in britain. boarding school and all, luca would have grown up to be england's upstanding brits. hard to imagine, yes? luca liked to think the italian mafia had saved him... from all that. but then he couldn't imagine his life right now without maggie. i know, luca was being a sap. maybe he could just blame it on being a newlywed. maybe he felt like he was betraying his original thoughts of all things involving relationships. he felt like he couldn't have feelings for maggie in the beginning. they hated each other in the beginning. like, real hate. and here they were, in love and married above all things. but, there were little moments that luca questioned the negative feelings he had towards her. when he kissed her when he was training her, when she kissed him in nothing more than his t-shirt the night she was drunk... because of him, when they danced, when they shared a hotel room... he could name more, but he wouldn't be able to pinpoint the exact moment he knew he loved her. maybe it was when she was kidnapped. but it had to of been sometime before that. but i guess that was how love worked sometimes. it didn't have to make complete sense.

in the end, was he surprised he married her? yes. they were so young. they got married when she was eighteen. she had since turned nineteen, but ages like that weren't common anymore. the odds were against them. but, the odds were against them before they even started. maybe something as small as a statistic wouldn't even phase them. from all the other shit they were soon to face surely in the future. luca didn't want to think about that though. he wanted to soak up the lazy days they could spend together. when they were just two people that married each other. so far, his family had been relatively quiet, which was surprising considering who they were. maggie and he still did their jobs, but fausto wasn't calling him over to los angeles, or tell him to wrap up things in chicago. in fact, the past two months were the longest time he actually stayed in valkyrie with no interruptions. luca knew that wouldn't last, so he'd pull maggie in every time until he couldn't. the two weren't complete hermits in the loft. they still ran their tasks for the giovannis, as well as going over to the mansion at least twice a week, because annora wanted to cook them a meal with some of the family.

when luca came back to the edge of the bed nearest her with his camera, maggie threw the sheet over her head and mumbled about him and his camera. "me and my camera?" he mocked back at her with a smile. "but my camera is legally keeping me in the country." another fact, luca wasn't a u.s citizen which could be hazardous if the feds ever wanted to deport him. though, luca wasn't illegally here either. luca was a part-time photographer for fashion magazines. he used this to his advantage as he had a work visa which helps him stay in the country. when maggie poked her eyes out, he snapped the first picture. he smirked at her when she complained that he got her all revved up to leave her to find his camera. "i got you that excited that quickly? i'm good, aren't i?" luca ran a hand through his hair and lowered the camera for a moment. "i think maybe i'll leave you hanging..." he brought the camera back up to his eyes and clicked a few more. before looking at the lcd screen. "damn. my baby looks hot."

why had he not taken more pictures of her before? he knew he had that one of her as a joke the morning she told him to do what he wanted to her. yeah, that really happened. never a dull moment with luca and maggie. so luca tried to seduce her and right before he kissed her he took a picture of her instead. she was pissed, he found it as a good laugh. there were wedding photos of them, but he never took those, fausto hired someone else. luca sat down next to her on the edge of the bed, and click, another picture. he'd change the camera's position a few times as he clicked. from an outsider, they looked extremely cute. it was a private intimate setting of just luca taking some pictures of his wife. even though with every click, he had to fight the urge to toss the expensive camera over his shoulder and pick up where they had previously left off. the sun came through the blinds at a perfect angle where it just filtered on her, reflecting a soft glow, the way the rays hit her hair, lit up her face... she looked so beautiful. luca pulled away for a moment, the natural instinct of a photographer starting to take over. he cocked his head to the side a little bit. "you trust me, right?" he asked her coyly. a simple statement that he knew she'd say yes to.

luca put the camera to the side for a moment, leaving it on the bed as he shifted closer to her. he kissed the top of her shoulder, pulling his arms around her back. his hands found the hem of the cami and luca kissed her on the lips. "don't worry, babe," he said against her lips as he pulled the cami over her head, but then pull the sheet over her chest. "only i get to see you naked." he pulled away and grinned at her before grabbing the camera and kneeling up on the bed to point down at her and let it snap a few times. he looked back down at the camera's screen. "are you really my wife, or have i just been dreaming up this amazing life?" he asked her, pulling his eyes away from the screen and settling on her.

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[magdelena e. g. giovanni]

VALKYRIE, CALIFORNIA, GIOVANNI LOFT, AFTERNOON, JUNE 2008

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-----it almost seemed like maggie’s life revolved around the business and family and that was pretty much true. why? because it was all that she knew. maggie had never been like other women, especially not like the ones in her family. she wasn’t content with just sitting around in some lavish house like you owned the place, wearing furs during mexican summer and wondering why they went rotten so quickly or demanding that life literally be handed to you on a silver platter. that was bullshit and maggie knew it. if there was one thing about her that juan corinthos should have at least made an effort to appreciate, it was the fact that in maggie’s mind she had to earn what she enjoyed. maggie wasn’t one to sit around and be waited on hand and foot. she didn’t demand an army of personal servants who would come and go as she demanded one thing after another. this wasn’t some kind of family guy episode where a football-headed baby could demand two servants fight to the death. though it made for interesting entertainment, it did not make for an acceptable lifestyle, at least not to maggie. juan should have appreciated that more about her, that instead of demanding someone run and grab her the freshest, cold orange from the fridge she got up off her ass, walked across the mansion, and got one herself. was that so difficult? was that so despicable? according to juan corinthos is was, but then again that man had never been happy. he wanted sons who would trip over themselves to be his heir. he wanted wives and daughters who would worship at the altar that was his mightiness. he wanted children who would do as he said. you know, the works. he wanted life his way and damn anyone who said otherwise. he didn’t like outliers that was for sure. he didn’t like that j.r. was his one, chosen heir and that he wanted nothing to do with the business despite his many attempts to desensitize him to the life. he didn’t like his second eldest son who tripped over himself to indeed take j.r.’s place, but who didn’t share the drive to actually be that kind overlord, simply the fact that he wanted to beat his brother at something. he certainly hated his oldest daughter who not only didn’t worship the very ground he walked on, but who defied him at every possible chance she could, outmaneuvered his many attempts at quietly offing her, and outsmarted him in every aspect of the business. now that kind of a blow to the ego was dangerous in such a man who demanded power the way juan corinthos did. it was understandable that he would feel threatened that a woman would overpower him mentally and all that, but to even hate her for being independent? no, juan corinthos wanted dependent, begging women who would come to him with their desires and praise the heavens when he delivered. pardon maggie for having a little more self respect than that.

-----if it wasn’t painfully obvious by now, maggie was an independent woman and the thought of having to beg and plead for a man to provide for her even the slightest of things that she wanted, oye it made her want to toss her breakfast, lunch, and dinner. it made no sense to her why the women in her family adored that man so much. they treated him as if he walked on water when, if you’d taken a moment to step back and view the situation from an outsider’s perspective, it was really just a sad display at boosting his ego. he gave the people in his life the things they most desired if they made him feel all-powerful, like some dictator over them. he took the power that they gave him, stored it away, and used that knowledge every time after that resulting in these fawning individuals with absolutely no self respect. that was something maggie just couldn’t support. there was a reason why she went out and got the things she wanted, it was because she wanted them and she wasn’t about to let anyone hand her the life she wanted. granted maggie did not want to be some slave to her father’s ego, she wanted so much more, but that didn’t mean she was going to rely on anyone else to get that. when maggie wanted her father’s business what did she do? she stuck it out, played the part, gained the allies that she needed and when the shit hit the fan and maggie broke down emotionally and laid into her father, she had the necessary power behind her to take from him everything that she wanted. but even then that wasn’t enough for maggie. she didn’t just want her father’s business. she wanted to take it and make it a better empire than juan corinthos ever could and already she was on her way to doing that. she’d changed things around already that was raking in more money than the giovanni’s had ever hoped to imagine. she’d shocked the pants off the men in charge to the point where they’d offered her the job she’d rightfully deserved. and it was only after she’d felt she had earned it that maggie had taken on the responsibility. now she was where she’d always wanted to be, in a place of power that she’d rightfully earned.

-----because not many people remembered that juan corinthos’ legacy empire was built on the backs of other cartels in the area. people seemed to forget that juan corinthos had been born a peasant’s son who had taken a job with one of the cartels and worked and killed his way into the good graces of the head of the cartel before offing him and forcefully taking his first chunk of empire. people seemed to forget that juan corinthos won tijuana with blood. he’d never built something substantial that had caused a threat to other cartels who had taken up some kind of turf war with him. instead he’d killed his way to the top and killed his way into other cartels. he’d infiltrated everyone with nothing more than guns and bloodlust until tijuana streets practically ran red with blood. it was only after wiping everyone else off the map that juan had his empire. after he’d accommodated the lands, the resourced, and the manpower of each cartel had he made the empire people remembered him for today. but that was all in the past, and muchly so. it had been almost twenty years since juan had taken everything over and since then the killings in tijuana had reduced dramatically, but not to the point where it was unnoticeable. juan had been the bloodiest in a long line of drug cartel leaders but he was certainly the most recent and even though the people of their her hometown, the people of tijuana, remembered the bloodshed, it seemed as though people in the states knew nothing about it. they didn’t know that juan hadn’t earned anything. they didn’t know that he’d done nothing more than spill blood and waste lives to get to the point in which maggie had something to take from him. did it matter now? no not really, but maggie still thrived on the fact that she succeeded where her father had failed. something about that notion always made her smile. but that smile never even compared to the smiles luca got to see on a daily basis, the smiles that were designed pretty much only for his eyes alone. ”bullshit it is.” maggie said with a scoff in remarks to the camera being the only thing that kept him in the country. ”honestly no one seems to remember at all that you’ve married a u.s. citizen. apply for that green card already.” she smirked at him as she watched him heading back toward the bed. she rolled her eyes at him. leave luca to take anything she said and turn it into an ego-booster. she’d have to pay him back for that at some point. maybe she’d cuff him to the bed, strip him bare, and just leave him there for a day to…percolate. it was an interesting idea to say the least.

-----she could quite literally see his shift from luca the mobster husband to luca the photographer. it was all in the eyes. the ones that shifted on constant look out now looked at the lighting, the angles, and everything else to find the perfect shots. it was beautiful to watch him work. ”of course i do.” she said with a smile as he set his camera aside and pulled the cami off her torso. ”i don’t.” worry? with him? hardly. luca knew better than anyone else that she couldn’t be coerced into anything. if she wanted it to happen, it would, and if she didn’t want it to happen, the god help anyone who tried to force her. she chuckled though as he immediately covered her up, having done nothing more than exposing her shoulders now that the cami was off and the sheet was its replacement. she rested against the mattress, her eyes at half mast as she looked up at him and his camera. ”i don’t know. i think you’re dreaming.” she said as she gave his side a barely there pinch. ”no wait, i’m still here. i guess you’re just a lucky bastard.” she said with a smirk as she wiggled her body underneath his, trying to entice him enough to put down the camera and get back to business.

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[luca angelo giovanni]

----"HMMM," LUCA SAID, PAUSING FOR A MOMENT as he contemplated her green card statement. "i guess i'll only use you so i don't get deported." she'd be stuck with him for good then, huh? of course when people get married, they never get married knowing that in five years they'd be getting a divorce. luca didn't want to think about it, but he couldn't help his mind wandered that what would they be like in five years? would the honeymoon still be going on? would they not even be together? luca didn't even want to think about that. it was like, they knew too much about each other, that if they were ever not together, they'd just have to kill each other because they'd both have secret information on the other that could be used against them. but right now, luca was extremely happy. so happy that he felt selfish. he felt selfish that he could be so happy with one person. it was scary how quickly maggie became his everything. how she was the last person he wanted to see before he fell asleep at night with her wrapped up in his arms, and the first person to be there when he woke up. was it too much to ask? because sometimes luca felt like it did. people told him that he and maggie were made for each other. that they were each others soulmate. if that was true, why was luca so lucky to find her so quickly? and they did really hate each other in the beginning.

everyone knew that luca and maggie's relationship was built on hate, fighting, and arguing. but for the two months they had been married, the fighting had been kept at a minimum. maybe because neither of them wanted to pick fights or argue until their faces turned red with objects within-in reach being thrown across the room. if luca had to guess, they wouldn't have even made it to the altar if it had not been for fausto keeping the secret underwraps up until the day of. maybe his uncle's secret had been a good thing in the end. if by some crazy chance, maggie and luca were still together, who knows how long it would have taken for luca to fully commit to maggie forever. he was barely able to hold onto a relationship for more than a few months and when his family started to press, luca freaked out and pushed the girl away. in the end, he was lucky with maggie. yeah, his uncle did know best. when it came to relationships, luca was never able to see it long-term. even now, with maggie laying below him looking as beautiful as ever, he couldn't think. the five years from now freaked him out. but ten years or twenty years was just one big old blank. would they have kids? would they still be in this loft? would they be dead? with maggie, he didn't want to plan anything. he wanted to just live in the moment with her. take things as they were presented before them. right now? he just wanted to take pictures of her, show her how much he really cared for her, and maybe check in with what was going on outside the walls of the loft.

maggie lightly pinched his side and just coyly said she wasn't dreaming. he smirked back at her as he felt her legs sliding down in between his legs. clearly, she was trying to do start something. or, should he say, start something back up. and yes, it was hard to focus the camera on her when he could barely focus himself. "stop.." he whined and started to laugh. "you're my muse, mags. you're supposed to inspire me," he dropped his hand down to her hip, or what he was assuming was her hip under the white sheets. "not tempt me." again, his camera was laid back down and with his freed hand he brushed some of her hair out of her face. hovering above her, he kissed her again. there was really only a thin sheet separating them. he kissed her cheek, her lips, her jaw, her neck, just anywhere his lips ended. but before he ripped the sheet away, he simply just pulled away and grabbed the camera and just got off her again. "how about breakfast?" he asked. "i'm hungry." he smirked, knowing she would be pissed at him. he walked slowly backwards, camera in position and catching her reaction.

he turned around and walked towards the kitchen. he placed the camera on the counter. "don't be mad." he told her, as he opened up the fridge. he sifted through it until he found some bread and butter. yeah. maybe simple today would good. when he turned around, maggie was coming up behind him. he balanced the bread and butter in one hand and snatched his camera back up and took a few more photos. "i love how upset you get sometimes." he pouted with her before turning around and putting all the stuff down by the toaster. toast just seemed like it would hit the spot. he put slices in, not even asking her if she wanted any but making her some anyway. after the slices of bread disappeared within the toaster he turned back around to maggie, taking the few steps it took to close the difference between them. "i love how upset you get when..." he started and in a flash, he was pushing her up on the counter, his hands getting tangled in her clothes again as he groped her bare skin with his fingers, his head buried into the side of her neck. but he started laughing and had to pull away, his arms still wrapped around her. "i get you all worked up and stop. because i know your heart rate is trying to return to normal and the look on your face is priceless. don't worry, babe," luca said as he massaged her side with his thumbs. "i'm just happy i still have this effect on you after two. whole. months." he widened his eyes at each ending word before smiling. "i've restrained myself three times this morning alone. besides. don't you think we should learn a little more self-control before we break out into the real world again? i can't pull you into the nearest bathroom wherever we go."

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[magdelena e. g. giovanni]

VALKYRIE, CALIFORNIA, GIOVANNI LOFT, AFTERNOON, JUNE 2008

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-----funny how people wouldn’t assume that maggie was an american citizen, but it was almost natural to figure so. people knew tons about her father but there wasn’t very much about her mother that was widely known, namely the fact that sophia mitchell was an american citizen. the woman had been born and bred in the u.s.a. she’d been just another college student in tijuana for spring break when she’d met juan corinthos. juan had that air about him of danger and excitement and that was enough for just about any daring college student who was sick of classes, work, and responsibilities and who wanted to lose themselves for a week. and lose herself she had. sophia had tangled up with juan pretty much from her first night in tijuana and she’d stuck by his side that entire week, getting swept up in some kind of forbidden romance or fling. it wasn’t hard to get lost in that way. at the time he’d met her, juan had been devastated by the loss of his wife and liked to lose himself in women to make himself feel better. when a bold american swooped into town and took a shining to him, he’d held onto her that entire week and yes, had spoiled her rotten. he’d never given her the opportunity to see what his real life was like. she’d only ever seen what she wanted to see in juan and that wasn’t much. she’d seen the lavish compound of his. she’s seen all the sparkly trinkets she’d bought her. and that was all it had taken for her to be sold. she had given her life away the very moment she’d ignored everything that had surrounded her for the rich Mexican man she’d met one spring evening at a cantina. but then again maggie didn’t really expect much else from her mother. if there was one person in the world she had absolutely no faith in, it was sophia mitchell. maggie always said she was an idiot and in maggie’s eyes she was. even after having learned about the life that juan lead, sophia hadn’t really cared. sure she’d tried to run from him at one point but she hadn’t done anything else to get away. she’d crossed the border to give birth to one of her children on american soil, but after juan had surprised her in the hospital room, threatened her, and all that, she’d gone back with him. maggie could hate on her all she wanted but the reality was that sophia was not the sort of woman to combat him. she wasn’t the strong type who knew how to handle a drug lord. not like her daughter. maggie despised the woman for being spineless but the fact of the matter was that she was just a citizen. she was a normal human being unlike maggie or any of her brothers and sisters or her new family. she shouldn’t have been so hard on the woman but it was hard not to when your life had been a complete and utter hell simply because she hadn’t been looking out for her kids.

-----maggie knew this life inside and out because she’d lived it, and though she shouldn’t fault a woman for being overwhelmed in this life, one would think some kind of motherly instinct would have kicked in and would have told sophia that the life she was stuck in, the life she was bringing children into, was a dangerous one. look at her, the hypocrite. maggie wasn’t thinking about bringing children into this world just yet but if she wanted to she’d be doing the same thing to her kids. albeit she understood the business better than her own mother ever would have, she had a husband who understood the business as well, and she had no intentions of shoving the business down the throat of her children, but even then it sounded hypocritical to smite her mother for doing the same thing she might just be doing in the future. still the giovannis had done it for years and they’d managed just fine. any children she had were going to be immersed in this business in some way and to maggie that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. she would have rather had her kids immersed in giovanni business than in corinthos business. the gios, they let you live your life and they let you decide, to an extent, just how involved you wanted to be. the corinthos on the other hand? free will be damned. if you were male and born corinthos this life was shoved down your throat. at least that had been j.r.’s experience. no one else had been forced to endure that life because j.r. was supposed to have been the chosen child, but maggie had chosen it. still if you looked in comparison to the giovanni family, they really seemed to have their shit together. that was more or less something to be admired if you asked maggie. if you could do this, live in this life, and still have some semblance of normalcy on the side? you were golden. she’d seen the way giovannis raised their kids and she appreciated the fact that the gios even tried. maggie had never thought herself capable of having children, not because of some biological defect that didn’t allow her to, but because she’d never thought that she would be able to raise kids in this life. it was a terrifying concept, putting yourself and your body on the line to have that chance of carrying on your genes and making those tiny little new lives, only to have your lifestyle get in the way. it was scary and not something maggie wanted to be considering at nineteen. kids? really? she would much rather take that on later.

-----she was a sucker for him, something luca both knew and exploited happily. honestly if he were any other guy maggie would have laid down the law with him but somehow luca just got through to her in a way no other man could. instead of getting pissed off when he teased her, hell instead of letting him even tease her, she just chuckled and played along. after all things weren’t as much fun when you skipped over playfulness altogether and just jumped to hostility. that wasn’t fun in the slightest. they’d been lucky so far to have not gotten into any major fights since their wedding. you know there was always the little squabble here and there but they hadn’t had anything really major that had them rethinking their marriage or anything like that. maggie was relatively sure she’d never have those kind of emotions. she may have been working just on blind faith, or an overload of emotions from being newlyweds, but honestly she could never see herself loving anyone more than she loved luca now. she tipped her head back and laughed as luca whined. had to be one of the only times the man didn’t like getting turned on while in the privacy of their own home with no job to do at the moment and nothing else to occupy their time. maggie, for one, didn’t mind that newlywed instinctive need to attack one another. she had no problem making the most out of every surface of their apartment for as long as their superiors were willing to let them. hell why fight it? why ready themselves for the real world if the real world wasn’t calling them back right now? it didn’t make sense to maggie, just like it didn’t make sense why they were still partially clothed. she kissed him back as his lips trailed over her body once again, spiking her blood pressure as her body begged for him once more. she just couldn’t help herself when it came to him. moments later he ruined the moment by tearing away the sheet and…walking away? and here she was thinking she’d married some red-blooded male. no sane man walked away from a half naked woman in his bed, least of all when they had every right to take her then and now. but hey, if he wanted to play that game they would play.

-----maggie yanked her cami back on as luca walked away, raking her fingers through her tousled hair as she stood from the bed and made her way to the kitchen. she rolled her eyes as he immediately thought she’d be mad. no this was way beyond mad. they had no entered the realm of revenge and payback was going to be sweet. ”yes well the same could be said for you.” she said cocking an eyebrow as luca talked about how much he loved getting her all riled up. then he was back once again, all over her and hefting her up on the counter. hot. super hot. but maggie wasn’t playing this game anymore. she enjoyed while his hands traced over her skin but could practically time the exact moment that he would pull away. no more of that. maggie locked her legs around his waist, pulling his hips against hers as she held him steady. ”yes well the challenge is keeping it up for longer than that. i don’t see you making it that far.” she teased him, fanning those little flames as she challenged his ability to keep her satisfied longer than this newlywed grace period. ”oh don’t give me that. bathroom sex is fucking hot.” she said with a smirk knowing full well she’d never slept with him in any bathroom. she locked her legs around him tighter as he tried to pull away, the strength of the muscles in her legs making that impossible unless he wanted to dump her on the floor. she pulled him back against her, her hand capturing his neck as she brought their faces a mere hair’s length from one another. ”my turn.” she whispered with a smirk as she buried her lips against the flesh of his neck, moving upwards until she captures his earlobe and gave it a playful tug. she pulled his body against hers as she continued to work him, her teeth scraping along his flesh as she worked her way to his collarbone and gently bit down before kissing the sting away. then, when she could feel that pulse quicken and those telltale signs of his arousal began to make themselves known, she pushed him away, sending him clear across the gap from the island to the opposite counter space, a smirk on her lips. ”don’t burn that breakfast babe. you know i don’t like the taste of charcoal.” and with that she slid off the counter and headed back to the bedroom where she flopped down on the mattress, pretending as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.

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[luca angelo giovanni]

----IT WAS DAYS LIKE THESE LUCA THOUGHT that maybe being normal wouldn't be so bad. but then he also believed that their relationship wouldn't nearly be as firey as it was if it wasn't based off of how they had gotten here. the hate, the lust, the everything. never a dull moment. but just having breakfast and staying in bed. was luca going to complain? no. anything that distracted him from busting kneecaps and cutting off fingers was good enough for him. to take pictures of his wife while she tempted him, that was too sweet. it was like the life. he didn't care how young they were.

luca grinned when she locked her legs around his waist. he was assuming that maggie wasn't going to let him get away with all his teasing. his hands fell to the sides of her legs and started rubbing her legs until he circled his arms around to her back, fully attentive of what she was saying. "fine. next bathroom i see, i'm pulling you in." he started to pull away to check on the toast when she tightened her legs around his waist. he was a little tempted to just pick her up and just carry her back to the bed, but he decided just to wait this one out, see what she was up to. sure enough, her hands attached themselves to his neck and pulled him close to hers. then she stated what he knew was coming to him. he grinned as he felt her lips against his neck and when she pulled on his earlobe. he tried to keep himself under control because she knew she was doing this just to get back at him. ah, but when she started subtly biting him, his hands grabbed at her back. the cami's material brushed against his chest and he was hoping she'd just continue what she was doing. right when he thought maybe this wasn't a joke, she pushed him away and told him not to burn the breakfast. he shook his head, chuckling a little and turned to the toaster. he heard her slid of the counter and as she was walking back to the bed, he turned back to take another picture of her.

in the back of his mind he was waiting for the moment when fausto would call him and say it's time to wake up and do the things he couldn't do at home. luca loved his job. he loved the thrill, he loved the power, he loved the coming success, but when he could see his wife from here, laying in bed with something that could take him five seconds to rip off, it was hard to load his gun and walk away from that. though, he had been doing a pretty good job of walking away from her this morning. it was just so easy to get her excited. and he wanted her to know that he was the only one that could thrill her like he did. he would be the only man that could keep her satisfied. was he a little possessive? well... yeah. he never had someone like her that he'd break skulls for. so when you got that, you don't want to give that up. ever. that was exactly how luca felt about maggie. how could they be completely right for each other, but completely wrong for each other at the same time? luca seriously had no idea. the only thing he truly feared was that the love he had for maggie would make him soft. he needed to talk to his father about this stuff. or some of his uncles. now that he was a married man, was it easy to separate yourself from mob man and husband? all his uncles we married. had been married for several years now. he didn't want to do this thing blind with maggie and risk mistakes. shit, he really never thought about this shit before. maggie and he never really did have a "real" relationship prior to getting married. they basically met less than five months from the day they got married. that was so... fast. especially for mr. i hate relationships, who was the first of his cousins to tie the knot. he looked back again at maggie who was laying down in bed. he still smiled at her. the way she so easily tugged at his heart. in twenty years, he still wanted her to hold his heart like she was doing now.

he looked back at the toaster and put the toast on a plate. yes, one plate. he slapped some butter on the toast. grabbing his camera, he walked back to their bed and laid back down on his side, propping himself up on the pillows. he started eating one of the pieces and looked over at maggie. he gave her no indication that he was giving her some toast. "you know, i was thinking," he told her between chewing and pulling the plate closer to him, "i was thinking that we call a truce." he looked over to her and started handing her some toast before pulling it away. "for the rest of the day, i won't tease you for the rest of the day...." he wiggled the toast in front of her face. "...if you don't tease me." and then he put the toast back on his plate and continued eating. "and if you don't agree, i'm eating my toast and you get no food. and no me." he smirked at her, raising his eyebrow towards her. in the back of his mind, he knew she would agree to his stupid proposal. after she did, he'd pick up where they had left off multiple times this morning. and if she didn't... well... today was going to be a long fucking day.

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-----luca always fought for that control. had she not loved him so much it would have been laughable to sit around and watch him trying so hard. and yes he did have to try. maggie was the first to admit that she was stubborn as all hell and she was that way because it was how she was raised. was she raised this way by her parents? did they sit her down and tell her that she should never take crap from anyone? no of course not. maggie’s parents hadn’t given a crap about her for a long time. the stubbornness was an acquired trait. it was something she’d been forced to learn years ago for her own well being. had she not been stubborn growing up it was very likely maggie giovanni either a) wouldn’t be in the place she was today, b) wouldn’t be the person she was today, or c) wouldn’t be here today. it was sad but it was true. maggie’s stubbornness came from a need for survival. yes one would think she was dramatizing things but the fact of the matter was that had she not being looking out for herself and standing up for herself she would have either been her father’s puppet or she’d be dead. simple as that. yes it was wonderful coming from such a lovely familial situation, especially when most of her brothers and sisters weren’t nearly as fucked as maggie had been in the first place. no they were going about their lives according to the last time maggie had heard from them or even heard of them. her younger siblings were getting out of high school and moving onto bigger and better things. her younger biological sister was still in college finishing up that degree and getting the hell out of the life. no one had heard from her older brother raoul since he’d turned on her, etc. there were a lot of corinthos out there who hadn’t gotten it as bad as she had and maggie had only gotten the shit end of the boot because she stood up to her father and challenged him on more than one occasion. we’re not talking the healthy kind of challenging either. we’re talking about the whole one family member pitted against the other kind of rivalry that in most cases would tear families apart. why was that not an issue here? because the corinthos had long been a broken family. it had been a broken family before maggie had ever even been born so that certainly wasn’t something that could be blamed on her.

-----of course people would always try to blame her for all of that but the simple fact was that maggie’s selfishness, yes selfishness, and her stubbornness had gotten her to be where she was today and though she loved this newly enhanced potion of her life, that piece of herself which she’d come to rely on for so long was still there. she had yet to really let it go and really let someone else in. yes, luca had gotten further than anyone else and there wasn’t ever a doubt in maggie’s mind that she loved him, but she still felt that need to protect herself as she had growing up. that had nothing to do with the situation she was in now nor did it have anything to do with how safe she felt around luca. that much was always a given. maggie wanted to be hid forever and there was no doubt in her mind that that would always be the case, but she’d yet to really just let herself go to the point that she could let down her guard and just be herself. it wasn’t something that could be accomplished in only a few months. hell it might even take a few years just to get used to the fact that she didn’t have to be on guard twenty four seven. maggie knew that that wasn’t the case with her new lifestyle and when she caught herself really hardcore protecting herself from this new life she always tried to put a stop to it, but there was a difference between selfish and stubborn, and playful. there was a huge difference, especially when you asked maggie to define the two. selfish and stubborn was something she had to be on a day to day basis back in her old life. it was what she associated with breathing. not that it came to her so easily but more so the fact that if she was those things she could keep on breathing. playful was something that could only be accomplished around people you trusted and people you simply couldn’t get enough of. not many people had gotten to see that side of maggie and though luca wasn’t the first, she’d certainly meant it the most with him. maggie loved nothing more than lounging around with him and enjoying what was left of their honeymoon before life came beckoning them back. she loved to just lay in his arms wrapped up in the sheets and to just stay that way all day. it was as if she couldn’t get enough of him. like being flesh to flesh with him just wasn’t close enough and it was an even stronger feeling she’d had for him now than she’d had for him yesterday and all the days before that. it was something that grew with every passing minute and that was fascinating to her. she’d never before thought she was capable of love, let alone of finding someone capable of loving her, and to know that that was in fact true was the greatest surprise she’d yet to experience.

-----what she had with luca was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. in moments like now when she sat on the counter, her legs wrapped around him as she teased him, just watching to see when she would get that desired result, that wasn’t something she would have ever imagined herself doing before. just look at her now. she really couldn’t help herself as she got lost in teasing him. she wanted to bring him to the edge the way he did on a constant basis before walking away. it was almost like he didn’t want to actually fall into bed with her…almost. maggie knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that that man loved her more than anything and she knew that he would chose lounging around with her all day over running around and doing meaningless errands any day, but the fact that he would pull away from her more than once kind of bothered her. maggie liked the satisfaction she could get from luca and no one else. it was different than someone telling her that she could run a portion of the business or fausto telling her that she was doing an incredible job. that, my dears, was satisfying, but it was nothing compared to the way she felt when shew as with luca. everything about those moments always felt perfect no matter what was happening or had happened. it didn’t matter if a little squabble lead to them ripping off their clothes or if it was just a spur of the moment wave of desire, every time she was with him felt perfect. this moment had the beginnings of that perfection as she felt him grabbing the cami like he wanted it off her body yesterday. that was the beginning of it all and had maggie not been sure that she wanted to pull away then by god she never would have. she’d had him on the ropes ready to give and ready to just lose himself but, being maggie, she had to have that one little moment of victory. they both did. it was one of the aspects that made their relationship interesting. they were always one-upping each other. you didn’t see that much in healthy relationships today. it was usually only seen in the unhealthy ones. still she knew she had to pull away and so she did, making her way back to the bed as she heard luca chuckle and even heard the snap of another photograph being taken.

-----the funniest part of their relationship though had to be the fact that when luca wanted to stand up and defend her or get in there and protect her, maggie would let him. maggie, self-assured, self-aware, self-reliant maggie was all about letting her husband get possessive over her. talk about strange. but it was actually quite calming and reassuring to know that in someone’s mind she was worth protecting. it wasn’t so much that she felt weak or feeble around him. maggie knew she could protect herself without the presence of anyone else without a doubt but the fact that someone wanted to stand up for her meant the world to her. it was as if for the first time in her life someone actually cared about her enough to want to protect her. that was something she’d never experienced before. it was something she was unaccustomed to, but she liked that luca wanted to be that person for her. she waited until she’d felt the bed move before she’d looked over at luca and seen that scheming look in his eye. she rolled her eyes as she heard him speak, chuckling aloud. ”you keep doing this.” she said with a shake of her head. ”you keep making these ultimatums under the assumption that you can win. luca it’s adorable but you’re delusional.” she sat up and looked over at him, smirking as she crawled toward him but instead of teasing him she laid down beside him and rested her head in his lap. ”but if it’ll make you happy i’ll cave for one day.” she looked up at him with a sweet smile before finally acknowledging the toast. ”now are you going to feed me or am i going to have to hunt down some other breadwinner who’ll love not starving me?” she said with a smirk, reaching up and brushing her fingers through his hair.

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----LUCA CONTENTLY ATE THE TOAST as maggie told him that he thought he had won and that in fact, he was so very far from it. he immediately furrowed his eyebrows, food in his mouth, as she made herself comfortable on his lap. "baby. all i do is win," he said and looked down at her. how was he exactly losing right now? she just crawled to him. did this look like someone who always lost according her her? he pretended he didn't take notice of her face and kept picking away at his food. she told him that she would cave in for one day. he first couldn't help but laugh at her. "ha! like you're not getting anything out of this truce," he said sarcastically and looked down at the camera that was laying next to maggie's legs, he picked it up and wiggled it above her face. "i got all the sexy pictures i need. i don't need the real deal." he laughed again at her. it still felt so early in the morning. what was he going to do today? well, besides his wife. maybe he'd really get ready for the day, maybe develop the pictures. but was really on his mind -- both of their minds really -- was when fausto would call them to report for work. even though both maggie and luca were in charge of branches, just because they were on "vacation" didn't mean the business stopped. no, they were other people that were picking up the slack. though luca loved spending his time and days with maggie, he was starting to feel inklings towards working again. what would it be like though when they were both working full-time? that was going to be a very hard transition for sure. would they come home at night and luca would start cleaning his guns as maggie cleaned her knives? they were an odd couple indeed. he would admit, luca was a little surprised at how quickly fausto took a liking to maggie. it must have been something that luca never really saw in the beginning. ha, we all know why luca was so reluctant at first. but his father and fausto gave maggie the stamp of approval. fausto made maggie the head of the drug branch immediately after the wedding. it was his wedding gift to her. the giovannis never really dealt in drugs before maggie, but tey were all living in the age where money was everything. so anyway fausto could advance the giovanni empire, he would take it. maggie was talented. and from what luca could tell, she knew her shit in the drug business. and fausto saw dollar signs. not only was he taking the corinthos drug cartel's daughter, but he was also taking their cunning businesswoman. even luca knew taking maggie out of the equation meant a great loss in profits for juan sr.

he took another bite as she threatened him by saying maybe she should find someone else. her fingers brushed his hair back as he picked up one of the whole pieces of toast. "there's no one like me. i'd like to see you try and find someone else." luca lowered the toast down to her mouth but withdrew right before she could take a bite. his grin was lop-sided as he looked down at her, doing it once more, really getting a kick out of teasing her. though he knew her patience was probably thinning he did it just one more time before letting her actually take a bite. his free hand pulled strands off her forehead, he gave her a couple more bites before she ended up just taking it. "so. i think today we could watch the today show.. i think the twilight are on this morning. then we could go plant flowers in our non existent garden and..." he trailed off for a moment. yeah, it could be a little shocking that luca knew anything outside the world of the mob. but he was a fashion photographer on the side. he knew a little thing or two of what was popular these days. "yeah, i'm joking," he said with a laugh. it was knowledge that he didn't need to know.

he twisted his torso a bit to drop the plate off on the side of the table. turning back, maggie was finishing up the toast. he frowned a bit. "maybe we shouldn't eat anymore in bed," he said and brushed some of the crumbs off maggie's chest. though as he brushed crumbs off, he started to linger, his hand started to caress her shoulder. his hand fell away when she got up herself. he sat up straight, and scooted closer to her. luca pulled some of her hair away, draping it over the opposite shoulder, and leaned forward a bit to kiss her neck. he exhaled as his hand squeezed the sides of her shoulders. he was kind of glad he never gave relationships a chance in the past. it made this one with maggie sweeter. like he knew he would probably missing out, but this made him realize just how much. he almost appreciated it more. luca never had any true great loves. but maggie was it. maggie was his. "maggie?" he asked quietly to her, his lips hovering above her shoulder. "i know you've probably thought this a thousand times. but you really are the luckiest girl in the world." never being able to be truly serious like that to her, he shook his head when she turned to look at him. "kidding. kidding." he smiled and kissed the side of her face quickly before cupping her face with his hand. "but really, i never thought i'd be this happy. it's dangerous how much i'd do for you." he knew that they were probably about to go get it on before he decided to actually mean something he said. but, he couldn't help it this time. just the way she looked and acted towards him stirred up some words that needed to be said. "i'll never leave you. and i'll never do anything to lose your trust. i promise, maggie," he said, having no idea what the coming months were going to bring. "i promise," luca repeated and pulled her mouth to his and really kissed her.

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[magdelena e. g. giovanni]

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-----they were hopeless for one another, anyone could see that, but somehow or another when it came to the two of them there always had to be a war. it was like it was a necessity. there was always some battle for power, one pitting against the other in the hopes that the other would give and they would have that minor success under their belt to wave over their opponent's head the next time another battle raged. funny how a marriage became a war of the worlds in so quick a time. it wasn't a war designed to gain actual power over one another, that was the interesting thing. their banter, their back and forth, was all designed to keep things interesting. maggie liked it that way. it helped her to forget everything about the past when she was tangled up with luca pretending to not be effected by whatever he was trying to get over her head. it helped her forget about the death threats, the kidnapping, scrounging around for a piece of her father's approval, living in a household where she feared for her life every day, etc. it was so nice to live amongst people who not only wanted her to live, but encouraged it. they wanted her to take the business and expand it with the many ideas she'd culminated over the years behind her father's back. maggie spoke in dollar signs and fausto ate up her every word like he was a starving man at a buffet. he loved the idea of a drug empire that would take little to nothing to convert from the name corinthos to the name giovanni. it was like maggie's wedding gift to him. she got a husband and a title, and fausto got the biggest mob payoff one could imagine. it was like in the olden days when fathers sold off their daughters to the man who could offer the biggest pig only this time both parties were lucking out. maggie got luca, and yes she had him good, and fausto got his payoff. all was right with the world and maggie could swear she saw the sunshine and rainbows coming out to play just for them. yes it was sappy as hell but maybe this was what happiness looked like. after all, before this maggie had never really experienced true happiness before. it wouldn't be surprising if she reacted strangely to it.

-----maggie looked up at luca with a smirk, batting her eyelashes as he looked down at her. he was obviously thinking that he'd won by that shit eating grin on his face. little did he know that maggie had him good and tight. she just let him think that he had the power. see? it was always a power struggle, just not one that involved blood. "i'm getting everything out of this deal bonehead."

[/color] maggie said with a chuckle as she raked her fingers through his hair, giving them a gentle tug as he whipped out that god forsaken camera again. his words literally started a fit of laughter to which maggie had to take a moment to control herself. she sat up slightly, her fingers now grazing over his bare chest as she locked eyes with him. "yes you have your pictures babe and they'll last you quite a while. that is until you get bored."[/color] she paused, a smirk coming to her lips. "you see pictures are nothing like the real thing."[/color] this time maggie sat up completely, sliding back a little so that she pressed against his lap, leaning in until her lips grazed his skin, making their way up his chest to his shoulder as she spoke. "pictures don't have a heartbeat that you can make race. pictures don't have skin that you give goosebumps as you softly blow across it. pictures temperatures don't rise as you excite it and can't excite you. pictures can help you love yourself..."[/color] she said as she trailed off, pulling away before she scooted back and laid in the same position she had originally been in, "but they'll never love you back like i can."[/color] she looked up at him innocently as she spoke the last portion, practically watching him salivate and it wasn't over toast. "so go ahead and have your pictures if you like. we'll see just how long it takes for you to come running back to the real thing."[/color] now she could be wrong but that felt like game, set, match to her. but hey, luca was stubborn and was likely to try to get back at her. technically she hadn't broken any truce. she wasn't teasing him she was merely setting him straight. after all, his facts were a little...off.

-----had he been anyone else his cockiness would have been a turn off fast enough to make maggie's head spin. how was it that his confidence and lack of finesse was a turn on? maggie still didn't know but as she listened to him going on about how he was better and would always be better for her than anyone else on the planet, maggie couldn't help but agree. but she was stubborn as everyone around her well knew. she didn't give up easily. or at least if she did give up she wouldn't let said person know she had. "ah yes and i think you're delusional. i'm not planning on turning into some suzie homemaker just because you put a ring on my finger."[/color] she said sweetly, smiling up at him as he laughed. she hadn't really taken notice to crumbs until the moment luca spoke. "wasn't my idea." she said with a smirk, quick to brush off the blame to luca. she scooted away so he could brush the crumbs from the bed, tugging on her cami and letting the crumbs on her fall to the floor. whatever, she'd clean it later. she felt his hands on her moments later, his lips against her skin as he started speaking again. again always ruining it by speaking. she turned to glare at him, about ready to smack him upside the head before he'd done luca's version of apologizing. she was ready to snap back at him when she'd noticed the change to his features. the softening of his eyes always told maggie that he was getting to a moment of seriousness. she stroked her fingers through his hair, her thumb smoothing over his cheek as she did so. "i don't worry about that."[/color] she said with a genuine smile. "you wouldn't be stupid enough to break my trust like that."[/color] she settled against his body as he kissed her, her legs sliding in next to him as she settled down on his lap, every bit of her body as close to him as humanly possible until she pulled away from his kiss. she brushed her fingers over his lips, her eyes just eating him up with that look in his eyes, a look dedicated to her and only her. ”i love you luca giovanni.” she said on a breath, her gaze, her touch, and everything about her soft as she opened up her heart to him completely. it wasn’t like it was the first time, and maggie was sure it would never be the last, but it felt fresh and new every time she said it and she liked saying it. ”now, are you don’t playing around? because i want to make love to you and i don’t want to wait any longer.”[/color] she said with a smile, leaning in for a kiss.

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[luca angelo giovanni]

----A PERMANENT SMIRK WAS ETCHED ON HIS FACE. just staring at maggie did this to him. the way her fingers played with his hair, the way her lips parted when she smiled at him, how she stared at him with subdue hunger all the time. was it beyond the newlywed status if they were extremely possessive of each other? most people would call that unhealthy. yeah, it probably was. probably just as unhealthy that luca was an extremely jealous person. well, he never was a jealous man before maggie. but he would be a fool if he wasn't. it wasn't like he didn't trust maggie, because he did entirely, it was just all the other guys out there. undressing her with their eyes, imagining things. damn, did that make his pulse race, his blood pressure rising. when they were out did luca always have to make other people know that he was with maggie? yes. did he catch other men looking at maggie? yes. luca would tighten his grip around her waist or move closer to her. he knew they she knew what he was doing and that would make later that night well... hot. sorry to all those other ladies out there, but when you had the best, you didn't want to necessarily give that up did you? one thing they didn't rally talk about was past relationships. though maggie knew about london, he never really told her about anyone else. not that there were any. and luca? he just didn't want to know of anyone before him. because then he would just find out everything about them and then who knows.

maggie sat up when he mentioned his pictures. her lips made their way up his chest as she explained everything a picture couldn't do. all she said was very true, it also didn't help that she was seducing him as well. but she laid her head back into his lap and said that his pictures would never love him like he could. luca contemplated for a moment. "yes, this is true. but, do pictures argue with me? do pictures use physical force against me? do pictures win fights? didn't think so." though luca knew she was completely right in ever aspect of what she was saying, it didn't hurt mentioning her other characteristics. but he liked it. somewhere deep down he really did. would he get into heated, passionate arguments if he ended up marrying some pretty italian girl his mother had been trying to set him up with for years? he didn't know, maybe. but he did know he probably wouldn't have this constant struggle of power he had right now with maggie.

he furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head. "i don't ever want you to be some suzie homemaker. i love you just the way you are." now his own fingers found their way through her hair. "strangely." months ago, he definitely didn't. maggie pulled herself towards him and said she loved him. her fingers grazed over his lips and she looked at him with those eyes. his arms encircled her lower back as she told him that she wanted to make love to him. it was just ten times more sexier hearing her say it. his hands slipped under her cami for what? the third time in the past hour, and gripped her back, pulling her closer to him. "mmmm," he muttered against her neck, his teeth grazing her flesh. he pulled and yanked her cami off quickly, pulling her back towards him again in another kiss. he rolled over, putting her on her back. he gripped, she pulled, there was fighting tension with their bodies even though they were passionately kissing. "you're mine," he whispered in her ear between breaths before she in turn, rolled on top of him. he tipped his head back as her body pressed against his.

that's when he heard it. at first, he thought he imagined it. mainly because it was yet again another interruption, this time by neither. it was his phone. "shit," he said, pulling away from her kiss. he debated to just not answer it, but he knew better. "just wait. hold on," he said and reached his arm over to the cell on the nighttable. he kept maggie in place with his arm, he wanted to just wrap this up quickly. he grabbed the phone and answered probably breathlessly, "luca." "are you busy?" it was fausto. hm, busy? yeah, he'd say so. "umm... sort of busy." he looked at maggie and tucked some hair behind her ear with his free hand. "i'm on my way to valkyrie and we'll need to meet." he went from maggie's ear to her shoulder, rubbing with his thumb. "today?" he asked, already slightly distracted, focusing more on maggie than the phone. "yes today, luca. at the house." "ok, ok," luca reassured. "and luca? tell maggie i say hello." luca nodded, "ok, will do," luca clicked off and tossed the phone back on the table. he looked at maggie. "fausto says hi," he told her, moving his hands around her bare back. "looks like the honeymoon is over, babe."

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-----maggie was relatively sure that no other married couples on the planet had the kind of relationship that maggie and luca had. of course everyone wanted to think that in a way they were special on their own but honestly who on this planet could say that they a relationship like theirs? who else could say that the first time they ever met one another they ended up physically fighting? maggie always wondered if that a premise of what was to come but honestly she couldn't imagine ever feeling the need to hurt him or the need to defend herself from him. it almost didn't seem plausible, not with how much she loved him. she couldn't see herself ever wanting to be without him or ever pushing him away. but hey she wasn't a fortune teller. she didn't know what the future was going to bring and it was possible something along those lines could change in the years to come, but maggie doubted it. she loved him more and more as the days progressed the loved everything about him. she loved waking up in the morning and looking over to see him sleeping away like it was the last time he'd ever sleep soundly. she loved laying in his arms and just feeling the warmth between them. it was something she could get used to feeling but something she was sure she would never get sick of. there was so much possibility between the two of them. luca was a strong, leader-type person and maggie, though hotheaded, was ambitious and would do anything for the win and anything to make people proud of her. that last part she never wanted to admit, that she did it all for the appreciation of other people. still people had to admit though they were good enough when they were separate individuals they were the perfect balance when they were together. maggie was the eager young girl ready to prove herself to the world and luca was the slightly more level headed individual with the ability to reign her in like no one else could. apart they were their own brand of special but the reactions they had when they were together, it was magic. it was everything a boss like fausto could hope for which was why it was so surprising that luca and maggie hadn't heard from him in so long.

-----of course things were always bound to change and it could be that this very day was the day that fausto decided to stop sitting around with his thumb up his butt waiting for them to make contact and instead took the initiative to get his best people back out there in the field. knowing their luck it probably would be today. but for now she would enjoy whatever time was left which they were of course passing by arguing about pictures, yet again. "we've already settled this argument love. no sense in beating a dead horse."

[/b] maggie said with a smirk, emphasizing the word beating as it pertained to the topic in general. "and don't pretend like you don't love it. arguing gets you all hot and bothered. and yes, i do win. thank you for proving my point before."[/b] she'd caught him at his own game and it made her laugh. they did always wage these little mini-wars for power but instead of making them bitter toward one another it was always used as a method of keeping things entertaining. very rarely did things get really out of control or that they said things they didn't mean, and if that meant spending half the day playing the stubborn, silent treatment until someone, luca, caved and apologized first, well so be it. but still they always managed to come back to each other like nothing had ever happened. they'd always managed to still make each other happy somehow. it was almost a damn miracle that they could pull it off after every fight that went just a hair to far, but if they couldn't all they would have would be a miserable marriage and neither of them really wanted that. they wanted to be happy and together forever and that wasn't too much to ask of the man you'd just married was it? that wasn't too heavy a weight to carry on your shoulders was it? when it came to being married to luca it wasn't a chip on her shoulder, a burden, or anything of the sort. it was a challenge, sure, there wasn't a marriage out there that wasn't, but it was something they were both completely invested in making work. that was and would always be the intention.

-----she loved how they fell so easily into those moments of pure, raw emotion. one moment she was laying with her head in his lap and laughing at how his expressions changed when maggie made a really good point and the next she was standing, leaning into him, her touch ever so light as he spoke of just how much he loved her. honestly they could turn on a dime. the funniest parts were always when they either turned from a moment like this into a mild fight or they progressed from a mild fight into this. either way, their relationship was like a person with multiple personalities. no matter which way you spun it, you never were quite sure which side you would see from one moment to the next. but it was moments like these really heartfelt genuine moments that maggie liked the most. she'd gone all her life feeling under appreciated and fearing for her life and to be calm and to relax around a person. to put that complete trust in another individual when you had been absolutely sure in the beginning that the likelihood of meeting someone like this was a million to one, it was big for her. maggie had trust issues with people. she knew that, her father knew that, and luca for the most part knew that. there was a reason why she'd never told him she loved him until the moment he'd saved her life. one, because putting herself out there first was out of the question. two because in saving her he'd shown her that he cared. maggie was the type to need concrete proof or evidence to the contrary and in saving her luca had shown her that in his eyes she was someone worth saving. had it been up to her father he would have rejoiced in not having to do the deed himself. to fausto she would have been just a casualty (at least at that time). to luca she was someone he cared about enough to risk his life for and that had been the real proof she'd needed to be vulnerable and real with him. that had been her reason to trust him. and that was just to marry him. she couldn't imagine about what would happen later on down the line though she hoped for no more near death experiences.

-----and just like that, they're dynamic would change. what had been a completely sweet moment had turned into a spicy one but instead of teasing, this time her cami was off and their bodied pressed together. this time there was every intention of getting to that point, no hint of teasing here. and just when there was nothing in their way, just when neither one of them was putting on the brakes, what would happen? oh of course the phone would ring. maggie let out an audible groan which turned into inevitable laughter. of course! she leaned forward and stifled her laughter as she leaned against luca's shoulders, biting down on her lip as luca answered the phone. she halfway listened to him as his hand fell to her shoulder and rubbed. to get him back maggie turned her head slightly and nuzzled his neck, her lips grazing over his flesh until she blew in his ear, the one obviously not listening to the phone, not that any part of luca was actually listening. "mhm? well i'll have to call him back and say hi."[/b] maggie whispered as she looked at him. "yeah you're right. but he said today right? never gave a specific time? meaninggggg"[/b] she said with a smirk as she dragged out the word, her nails biting at his skin slightly as she pulled her body closer. "we can be late."[/b] she finished with a devilish grin, pushing him back onto the mattress as she rested over him and kissed him.

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