GYPSY'S POVMy heart is beating so hard against my ribcage that I'm afraid it'll burst out any moment from now.I'd been so close. So fucking close to leading Enzo outside and telling him the whole truth about who I truly am.If only someone hadn't rang the doorbell. Speaking of which, it's been about ten minutes since Enzo stepped outside, and my courage is slowly fizzling out.I jump in my seat when the door clicks open. Enzo enters, his eyes pinned on me as he closes the door and walks towards me.There's no warmth on his face unlike earlier, causing ice-cold fear to run through my veins. Why does he look so off? Like he's trying hard to control his emotions.“You said you had something to tell me?” He asks, his voice cool. Way too cool. And he doesn't even bother to sit down first.“Uh...yes, I...” I lick my lips nervously. Should I tell him?He doesn't look like he's in a good mood. Whoever came to ring the bell obviously pissed him off. Maybe I should wait till he has calmed dow
“How could I have been such an imbecile? How the fuck couldn't I see through her fakeness? She was lying to my face all this time and I adored her like an idiot.”Dante watched without a word as Enzo rambled on, sitting across the table from him in the bar where Enzo had made him come to drown his sorrows.Enzo brought his bottle of beer to his lips and took four long gulps all at once. Dante winced, knowing gulping that much mustn't have been easy.Or maybe Enzo was in too much pain to actually feel the sting.It'd been a long time since Dante had seen his best friend like this; so messed up, so broken. Three years to be exact.If Gianna's betrayal had broken him so much, Dante could only imagine how this second betrayal was making him feel. All thanks to that cursed Gypsy.After polishing off his beer, Enzo set it back on the table and turned his head to the bar.“Hey, you.” He yelled at one of the bartenders. “Another beer.”Dante cursed under his breath and sighed. “Dude, you've h
GYPSY'S POVA loud groan stirs me awake, making me realize that I finally did fall asleep after spending several restless hours in the couch in Enzo's room.Yawning, I blink my eyes open to find Enzo getting into a sitting position on his bed. He stiffens when he sees me and then glares at me, but obviously his headache is stronger than his need to glare at me because he lets out another groan while holding his head.I quickly rush to his side. “Enzo, are you...”He slaps my hand away when I attempt to touch him. I step back with a sigh and watch as he gets up to his feet. He stumbles a bit but finally manages to study himself enough to rush into the bathroom. Seconds, later, I hear retching sounds.He's obviously having a hangover. He must have drank a whole lot last night.Rummaging through his bedside drawers, I thankfully find an Advil. After going to get some water from the kitchen, I make my way back into the bedroom.Enzo is still puking into the toilet bowl when I step into th
GYPSY'S POV“You can't let them take me away, you brat! I am your mother!” Linda yells, thrashing her body violently as she is dragged away by two police officers.A tear slips from my eyes as I watch her being taken away. I wish things had been different. I wish my mother had loved and supported me from the very start. My life would've been so different.But this is for the best. After five years, I'm finally getting justice for what Patrick did to me. Maybe the time in jail will make Linda reflect on what a shitty mother she was.“We did it, Gypsy! We did it. Congratulations.” Saenz voice draws me from my thoughts.Wiping the tears away, I allow the first trickle of excitement to seep through me. “Yes, we did! Thank you so much.” I pull Saenz into a hug to show my appreciation.I did it. I won. Patrick can't take my son away from me any longer. In fact he's going to be away for a long time.Over Saenz's shoulders I notice Aunt Helena coming towards me. I quickly pull away from Saenz
GYPSY'S POVGrabbing the rest of my dresses from the closet, I stuff them in my suitcase which is on the bed. My chest is heavy, as if a thousand weights are pressing on it, making breathing a not-so-easy task.I've just returned from spending the whole day with my son at Mrs. Mehra's house. The only reason I didn't bring him back is because Mrs. Mehra thinks Enzo and me are still in the honeymoon phase and wouldn't allow it.I smile, recalling how annoyed Zeke got when I kept being all affectionate with him, being all touchy and kissy. He's used to me being affectionate but I guess I confused him today because I did it too much. If only he knew that he was almost taken away from me.And when he kissed me on the forehead, looked me in the eyes, and told me that he loved me very much, I nearly broke down in front of him. And now I'm more sure than ever that I will die if anything happens to him.That's why I've come to a decision: I'm going to disappear with my son.Falcon doesn't kn
GYPSY'S POVSeveral seconds after our wild romp, my breath starts evening out though my lungs still feel a bit choppy. Despite how sated I am, I can't help the fear that streaks through my veins every other second.The fear that Enzo is going to get off me any moment from now and tell me to get the hell out of his apartment, that he'd only wanted to fuck me one last time.But that doesn't happen. Instead, Enzo wraps his arms around me and turns us on the bed so that I'm now on top of him. He doesn't pull his semi-erect dick out of me, leaving our bodies connected.I place my head on his chest, the sound of his rapidly beating heart soothing my anxiety.“What changed?” I raise my head to look at his face, finally asking the question on my mind.“I spoke to Dante.” Enzo answers. “He explained everything to me.”I nod even though I'm a bit surprised. “He's a good person.” I say.“I'm sorry, princess.” Enzo begins to say. “I'm so fucking sorry for being so unfair to you and not giving you
“Ladies and Gentlemen, I assure you that this crisis we're experiencing is only temporary and is going to disappear as quickly as it appeared. Please excuse me. This meeting is over.”Enzo gave a curt nod to the board members before walking out of the board meeting room, letting out an exhausted sigh as he stepped outside. He hated these kinds of meetings. Even though he was the majority share holder with 80% shares, he still had to explain things and give assurance to other members of the board and investors.But of course he couldn't tell them that he knew the real cause of the crisis they were experiencing.They would want to take action, and he knew that there was no way they'll understand Gypsy and why she had to do it.Speaking of whom, he was missing her like hell. Leaving her side a few hours ago for this board meeting had been a hellish decision to make. He'd almost cancelled at the last minute until Gypsy had told him to go ahead.He couldn't wait to get back to her side. N
GYPSY'S POV“I knew you wouldn't fail the Indian, Gypsy. You have too much of a good heart.”I glare hard at the man I hate more than anything else in the world as his guards drag me into his study room.Falcon has his disgusting cynical smile on his face, and all I want to do is wipe it away with my fist by slamming it against his mouth.Oh God I hate him.“Knees, Gypsy. On your knees.” He commands, walking towards me.I only glare back at him. No way I'm going back to worshipping him like some dog.He takes me by surprise by slamming the back of his hand against my face, tossing my head violently to the side. “I said on your knees, Gypsy. Don't make me repeat myself.” The smile stays intact on his face despite the warning in his voice.I slowly look back at him, my cheek burning, my whole body burning with a useless rage. Conceding, I drop down to my knees in front of him just the way he wants it.I'll gladly do it, if only to make him let Mrs. Mehra leave.“You didn't have to brin