Caught Between Two Billionaire Mafia's

Let Me Love You

Anthony's POV

I am my father's son, but I will not be his legacy. I love my family and I would do anything for them, just as long as they don't expect me to join the family business. I am the oldest of three boys and the only one who feels differently about how they conduct business.

I decided long ago that I would not involve myself in the family business, so when I graduated high school, I moved from Matera to New York. I had to find my own way, make my own life, and make my own money. I went to Harvard and studied finances, when I graduated with my honors, I found myself a job, something that my father doesn't understand.

You see, my father was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. My grandfather paved the way for him, and taught him traits of the business, when he passed away, my father took over his operations and continued his father's legacy. He wants me to do the same, no matter how much I refused, he wouldn't give up. That is why I can't go back home.

I have been working hard for the last seven years, working hard to make sure that I build my legacy, one that is built with nothing but hard work. I want a legacy that my future children will be proud of. Since I have been in the States, I have been with three women. All those women didn't give me what I wanted.

Even though I am not involved in the business, I had a trust fund that could set me up for life, I will admit that I have lived a life of privilege, unfortunately for me, that is what most women see when they look at me. They only see the sports cars, the fancy apartments, and all that I can buy for them, so even if I was looking for someone serious, they just couldn't cut it.

I am at a point in my life where finding the right partner means everything to me. A woman with substance and grace, a genuine woman, and up until I met Lauren, I didn't even think that I was possible. When I met her, she wouldn't even give me the time of day. At first, I threw money at her, but she was not impressed, if anything, she thought that I was arrogant.

We were on our first date and I wanted to make an impression. I didn't want to mess up my chances after being denied so many times. I thought that money would impress her. I booked out the entire restaurant, I had roses thrown at her feet, we had the most expensive bottle of champagne and we ate the most expensive meal on the menu. I drove my Lamborghini to the date so when I offered her a ride, I wouldn't take no for an answer.

She didn't say anything and when I asked her out again, she told me that it would never work between us. I had to know why and that is when she told me that she was not impressed by my money, she said that I didn't have to do all those things, especially on our first date, she thought that I was trying too hard and that I was throwing money in her face.

She told me that her ex was a wealthy man and that he was a jerk. I knew then I had messed up and that I needed to show her that I was not the man she thought I was. Of course, she made me beg for it, but she finally said yes and I took her out on our second date. This time around, it was nothing like the first date.

This time I invited her over to my apartment and I cooked for her. We sat down for a quiet evening over a meal. We spoke about a lot of things, mainly her life in New York, she said that she was originally from LA and that she hasn't been back home in years. I didn't pry because I was in the same situation as hers, I haven't been to Manilla in seven years and I don't see myself going back there anytime soon.

Our second date went so well that I took her out on another date soon after, a few dates later, she invited me to her apartment. She cooked for me. I was surprised at how well she could cook. I love a woman who can cook, she reminds me of my mother. Even though we had people doing everything for us at the house, my mother always cooked all of our meals.

I didn't see this coming, but I fell in love with her. I fell so hard. The problem is that I don't know how she feels about me. She hasn't told me that she loved me, to be fair, I haven't told her either. Things have been going well and for the last six months, we have been in a halo relationship without any problems.

That was until I took her out last week. I had to celebrate and who better to celebrate with than my woman and my best friend? What I didn't see coming, was the fact that our night would have to be cut short by some pompous club owner. I know that they are not just people who know each other. There is more to it but Isabella won't say anything.

So I have spent the entire weekend trying to find out everything I could about this man. It is strange because it is like he didn't exist four years ago. There is nothing about him, he just appeared out of nowhere and became a huge success overnight. The man is connected to a lot of high-profile people.

Which is why I am sure that there is more to the man than meets the eye. I thought that finding out who the man was would tell me why Lauren was acting so strangely around the man. I saw how he was looking at her, I could see it, there was something between the two of them. It seems like the guy is not ready to let go just yet.

I don't care what happened between the two of them, all that I know is that he can't have her, she is mine now and I am not willing to let go. She cancelled our dinner plans so here I am cooking pasta for one in my own apartment. I was about to dish up when I heard the buzzer go off. A part of me was hoping that Lauren had changed her mind, or that something happened and that she canceled the meeting she had. On another hand, I was hoping that it was not Spencer.

I like having him around, I will admit, he is a bit of a jerk but the guy is fun to be around. He has been my only friend since I made the USA my home. We were in business school together, and when I told him that I was moving to the States, we became close friends. Unlike me, Spencer is actually working for his father. I went to the intercom hoping that it was Lauren.

" Yes," I said.

" Hey big brother, it's me," a familiar voice said through the intercom. I could tell from the accent that it was my younger brother Leo. He has never been able to get rid of the Italian accent, not even a British boarding school could help with that.

" Leonardo?" I said through the intercom.

This can't be good, my little brother is in New York City, my father would never allow it, the fact that he is here means that there is trouble back home. I hope that I was wrong.