I found myself standing at yet another funeral. I was getting tired of having to wear black and saying farewell to yet another person.Everyone was gathered around the five dug up holes with closed caskets in them. Elijah had told me that they didn't know who was who, and with how Elizabeth didn't want to have an autopsy or any tests made, they had to burry all of them next to each other, assuming that one of them was Jacopo Nicolo.I was standing by Elijah's and Dante's side, along with those who are on the web and have businesses associated with the web.On the other side, though, stood all of the families of the deceased, including my twin sister.I looked at Elizabeth with narrowed eyes. I couldn't understand how she convinced the other families not have a DNA test done to find out who was which.She definitely had something to do with what happened at that mansion. I just know she had.Elizabeth was crying, covering her mouth with the black scarf that was around her neck. Funny h
Elijah Smith...I was just as shocked as my dear wife was when I received a call from Jacopo Nicolo, the man we thought we had just buried less than an hour ago. I stared at the screen as Jacopo struggled to keep himself on his feet. On the call, his voice sounded rough and tired, and I instantly knew the man had been through it. But I did not expect his condition to be this bad.All he said was that he needed my help, he was hurt, he needed someone to pay the taxi driver, and that he needed a place to stay. The first thought that entered my mind was to wonder why my house was turning into a hotel. Housing Cilvia, Connor, the Vipers and now Nicolo... I didn't mind about the first two, but the last two bothered me. That was, of course, until I saw the condition Nicolo was in.He slammed his hand on the gate, hoping to get someone's attention so they would let him in.I gave the gate guard a call before he could turn the man away."Let him in and help him to the house." I ordered, as
I sat next to the bed while my Ella lay on her back with her t-shirt pulled up to expose the baby bump.She looked a bit nervous and a lot unsettled.Since Jacopo came to this house half dead, she's been having a very hard time sleeping or eating.She's been asking a lot about how Jacopo was doing and if he was going to heal. I could tell that she felt horribly bad for what her sister did to Jacopi, even though she didn't have to.It has been worrying me a lot as well. In the last few weeks, Ella gad lost a lot of weight, which isn't healthy considering she's pregnant."Stop stressing." I said, earning a glare from my wife. She's been having quite tye mood swings lately, and she has been a bit fisty as well, I didn't mind.I never knew someone could be adorable when they threw a tantrum over anything and everything.Ella let out a sigh before she tensed up when Doctor Morgan applied the gell onto her lower abdomen.Her glare ws turned on the old doctor, probably upset that he didn't w
"You know what I mean?" Nicolo snapped before he looked at me."Elizabeth's life is mine." He said, and I couldn't imagine all the things he wanted do to her before he took her life.I understood his anger and need for blood. I was actually surprised that he wanted to pass the idea by us.I assumed he would go do whatever he wanted to do to get his revenge. But I guess Nicolo still values his position on the web, which was still pending review."You can't kill Elizabeth." I said. "And why the heck not?" He asked."Because my wife wants her sister to live." I replied."BULLSHIT." He snapped. "I don't care what the heck your wife wants. She doesn't have a say in this.""She does. She wants her sister to live the mess she had created. And that is what we're going to do." I replied.It would be an understatement to say that Nicolo was upset. He was angry.He pushed himself to his feet, using the anger to bite down his pain as he shot me a glare and started limping out of the room.I'd he
Ella Smith...I sat in the garden with my eyes looking into the distance. The cold night air did great to cool my swollen burning eyes. After the long sobbing session I had with myself, I was exhausted and getting hit by a massive headache.My mind went back to that room. My chest tightened as I recalled what happened in that room when Doctor Morgan was letting us see and hear our baby. Well, I guess it's babies now.I dropped my right hand to my belly and touched the bump. No wonder it was growing too big for my time.I'm almost done with my first trimester. I was almost excited as Doctor Morgan had told me the morning sickness would start fading away on my second trimester. I couldn't get excited anymore. The thought of being pregnant with twins terrified the life out of me.I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, hoping to calm myself. I didn't want Elijah to see me this way. It was bag enough thay I had ran out on him earlier.I had seen how excited he was, and the last
Elijah Smith...I was all geared up, dressed in all black, ready to get into the back of the black van and hit the road. We had already taken two days to fully make the plan and craft it out so there were no cracks in it for us to make any mistakes.This was a dangerous mission and a very important one.The success of this mission meant a great deal for both the Web and the Vipers. Once we take Elliot out, my wife and the web would be safe, and once we save Victor's poor daughter, she would be married to Nicolo with in a year, and that would set the course of our alliance for as long as their marriage lasts.Which I doubt it would, considering the fact that Nicolo had told me last night that he would kill the girl the second she come face to face with him. He hated the idea of having to go through a wedding again, and I couldn't find it in me to blame him.Nicolo kept the details of the night his manssion burned. Every time it was brought up, he seemed ashamed of himself for bein
Ella Smith...I watched as my hus and stepped into the van and left, and I felt a string in my heart getting pulled.I hate seeing him leave like this. It always made me sick to my stomach, made me want to throw up, and made me wish I could cling to his leg and refuse to let him live.But I knew this was part of being Elijah's wife. His life was always dangerous, and it has become something I needed to put up with.Wiping my tears away, I walked out of the garage and into the house.My feet led me to my art studio, and the only thing I could do to distract myself was to paint.I started finishing up the paintings I'd previously started. There was one I was painting to give to Nicolo on his wedding day, but I never got to finish it, and after the house fire, I never thought of finishing it. But, the stress I was in tonight forced me to finish the painting.It was getting close to midnight when my legs started to shake and my eyelids started getting heavy.I knew I needed to rest, a
I didn't want to take my time to think about what I was going to do. I didn't want my hesitation to cost the kid his life.I quickly dropped my eyes to my phone."Miles is goig to the stirs." I wrote down with utmost speed, making spelling errors I couldn't care to check. It didn't matter if my spelling was wrong in the text. All that mattered was that the detective understood what I was trying to say.I looked at the box showing that sitting room. A small light came from the corner, and I could tell that it was the light from the detectives phone. I could see panic on his face when the light gave away his expression.He quickly sent me a text."Stop him." I didn't hesitate for another second.I looked up at the monitor to see where little Miles was. The second I saw that he was getting closer to the hall turning to the stairs, I rushed to the door. Shoving my phone back into my pants, I fumbled with the locks and pulled the door open before I ran to the door of the room.I rushed
I felt kisses all over my face.What a great way to wake up in the morning.I pealed my eyes open and glanced at my husband with a smile stretching my lips.Ah, the gorgeous smile on his face made me want to faint. I reached up and tapped my pointing finger on my lips, making Elijah chuckle.He leaned down to press his lips against mine, giving me a sweet good morning kiss."Good morning." He said after he pulled away."Good morning." I whispered in a very small voice.The smile that spread across his face was proof of how right my decision was to go through with the surgery Doctor Morgan recommended.Six months after our beautiful baby girls Violet and Rose had been born, I had decided that it was time for me to go through with the voice box treatment.As always, Elijah was super supportive, as were everyone else in the mansion.Doctor Morgan helped me with the preparations for the surgery while the doctor who would perform it flew in just for my treatment.The old doctor warned me th
I sat tense in the back seat of the car. Elijah had his arms around me as our driver drove us to the court house.Two and a half hours had passed since I helped my husband with his necktie, and the two of us left our mansion.We did eat out just like Elijah had promised we would. I was able to force myself to relax as I was sharing breakfast with my wonderful and attentive husband, but the second I realized that it was time for us to go to the court house, I started getting nervous again.Eating such a large portion of sweet pancakes and a full glass of milk might have been a big mistake because I felt like I was going to throw up.The feeling in my chest almost felt like I was on a scary ride at the amusement park that was shooting me up to the sky before I plummeted down to the ground and then back up to repeat the same process over and over again.It was a very sickening feeling, hence, the need to throw up."Just keep holding on to me, Love. I'm here for you." Elijah said, forcing
Ella Smith...I gently moved both of my hands over my belly, looking at the many flowers in the garden.I had a feeling of dread at the pit of my stomach at the thought of the events that are meant to take place on the very next day.It's been almost a month since Julia came to this mansion to speak to me, and ask to me drop the charges against Elizabeth. At that time, I had no idea what those charged against my twin sister were on the account of how distant and distraught I was for those days.Seeing my mother was extremely hard for me. And listening to her was ten times harder. When Elijah first told me that she was here and that he was having her sent away, something deep inside of me wanted to see her. Somehow, I just knew it would be the last time I would ever see my mother.I wanted to hear her out, not just to close a chapter in my life. There was a dumb hope in my chest that was telling me that my mother was here to apologize and maybe try to mend things. It was stupid
"Send that woman away." I ordered the new gate guard before I hung up the phone.I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. Ella never told me to do anything to her mother, so I wasn't sure how to approach this yet. Should I have Julia meet the same fate as her favorite daughter, or should I have her forced away from the city?With how deep in the ground the Williamson's name was, it wouldn't be that hard to deal with the very last Williamson left in this town.I heard a knock on my door, and I instantly knew it was Ella, on the accounts of how my door was open and Ella would knock to get my attention, while the rest would just call out to get my attention.I looked up and watched as she slowly walked in. I noticed her bump seemed slightly bigger than last week. She's growing every single day.I offered her my hand, which she took the second she was near me. "Who was that?" She signed once she settled on my lap. "You heard me?" I asked, to which she nodded her head. "Both
I stopped the car in front of the widely opened front door. The sky was starting to light up as it was close, or maybe even past five in the morning. I didn't even bother to cut the engine before I pushed the door open and stumbled out of the driver's seat.I ran to the front door and rushed into the hall.I had to stop at how metallic the air smelled. Bodies laid in front of me, some being moved by our men.Kevin was the first one who caught my eyes."What the heck happened here?" I yelled at him. "Elijah..." He called out, ready to explain why there were bodies in and out of the house. But I stopped him, understanding that I couldn't care less about the dead people."Where is my wife?" I quickly asked. In the split second Kevin remained silent, unimaginable thoughts started invading my mind. In that small second, it felt like my life had flashed before my eyes.Kevin sighed."She's in the hall to the dining room. She refused to leave. She's been there for a few hours now." Kevin
Elijah Smith...It was a blood bath.Starting from the point we discovered one of our men dead in the surveillance room, up to the point we fought our way out of the mansion, we were bathing with blood.My shoulder was killing me. I caught the bullet when we first came across the men in the surveillance room, and it was making fighting for our life ten tines harder than it needed to be.The entire Viper mansion was ringing with gun shots. I was concerned for Cane and Connor, as they were the closest to Elliot.Once we killed our way out of the mansion and back into the nasty exit, they stopped following us, which was why we had to get to the car fast so we would be able to return to the mansion to help the twins and the Vipers.All Victor wanted us to do was get his daughter out of the mansion in case he wanted to burn it down, his words, not mine.And we did just that. After taking the girl to our car, we left her there with the getaway driver and the man who was following us before
Ella Smith...Pain exploded on my shoulder. I instinctively dropped to the ground and reached out for my left shoulder.The bullet had grazed me, but it still forced tears to my eyes.I heard Detective Kevin cuss before he shot towards the direction the bullet came from.His gun only had two rounds left, and the second it stopped firing, he stood up to cover me with his body.More shots were fired, and I was afraid the detective might have taken them for me. But one looked over my shoulder, and I saw that the shots fired were coming from the stairs, and Dalinda was the one who had the gun in her hands this time."Get out of there." She called out as Milton rushed past her to help Detective Kevin and I to move to the stairs."Miles." The detective called out before he started running back to the sitting room.The split second we were all distracted, Elizabeth shot at us again.All of us dropped to the floor. Blood spilled down the stairs, and my eyes widened as I looked up to se
Elijah Smith...Cane decided to stay in the surveillance room to keep an eye on everyone, especially Connor and Elliot.I left two men with him and left the surveillance room with Dante and one other man, and we decided to go to the rotting rooms to find Victor's daughter. I shot him a text to let him know that our group was the closest to his daughter and that we were about to help her out, that was so he would be able to focuse on the real task at hand."You really believe this marriage will work?" I whispered to Dante as we started making our way through the halls."It better work. You two are expecting a kid now." Dante replied, forcing me to roll my eyes. "You know damn well whose marriage I'm talking about." I hissed at him."Trust me, Elijah. It will work." Dante finally replied before we came to a stop at a cornor.I looked down at my phone when a low buzz came from it and saw that there was a text from Cane."Two armed men coming your way." Was what Cane sent me.I showe
I didn't want to take my time to think about what I was going to do. I didn't want my hesitation to cost the kid his life.I quickly dropped my eyes to my phone."Miles is goig to the stirs." I wrote down with utmost speed, making spelling errors I couldn't care to check. It didn't matter if my spelling was wrong in the text. All that mattered was that the detective understood what I was trying to say.I looked at the box showing that sitting room. A small light came from the corner, and I could tell that it was the light from the detectives phone. I could see panic on his face when the light gave away his expression.He quickly sent me a text."Stop him." I didn't hesitate for another second.I looked up at the monitor to see where little Miles was. The second I saw that he was getting closer to the hall turning to the stairs, I rushed to the door. Shoving my phone back into my pants, I fumbled with the locks and pulled the door open before I ran to the door of the room.I rushed