LOGIN"This is all your fault!" he seethes. His eyes ablaze, I could feel his rage creeping up my skin and leaving goosebumps behind. "We never should have met. You should never have gone down that alley, and we would never have met. I should have just listened to Marco and killed you." "I should never have taken you to... to..." his voice trails off as his expression mirrors that of anguish. He is in pain and it's all my fault. A knot forms in my throat as I attempt to reach out and touch him, to tell him that I had meant no harm. But for some reason, when I opened my mouth, nothing came out. It was as if I had suddenly lost my ability to speak. ***** Alessia Di Napoli accidentally witnessed a murder in an alley on her way back from work on a rainy night. She manages to escape and attempts to bury that traumatizing memory, but all hell breaks loose the next morning when the whole town of Verona seems to be talking only about the murder of the only son of Antonio Cappello, the second most dangerous mafia Lord in the city, and she had witnessed it. Betrayed by her best friend and with two mafia gangs after her, she falls into the hands of Dante Marino, the leading Mafia Lord in Verona. The need to protect his gang from a war with the Cappellos compels Dante to take responsibility for Alessia because she is the only person that can link him to the crime, and because his nemesis, Antonio, would do anything to get his hands on her. Alessia is thrown into the dangerous world of these Mafia Lords, and she gets a private insight into the life of Dante Marino.
View MoreMy feelings for Dante and the way I thought about him frequently have gotten worse since I left his house. To think that I actually thought I would forget about him and move on.I have not been myself and that was a problem for both myself and my uncle. Uncle was getting too curious about where I had been to and wanted to know what was wrong with me, he would frequently ask me why I don't want to talk about it but I just don't want to revisit all that. I don't want to revisit the way I felt when I saw those pictures and I don't want to revisit the way I felt when he told me to leave either. Although I was the one that decided that it was best to leave but then, he should not have agreed so easily and told me to get out.I felt hurt and everything I experienced with him still felt surreal. My uncle has been feeling better, he looked better even, I realized that the name of the maid was Bonnie. And she has been taking good care of uncle since she has been here which I was grateful f
Today has been a bad day.I could not concentrate on anything and nothing fruitful came out of today. Marco was suspicious, he was probably wondering what my problem was but I could not even tell him anything because I did not want to admit what was wrong to myself and definitely not anyone else. It was not supposed to affect me this much. It was just a mistake and it had ended. The fact that it bothered me alone made me worried. The words she said to me kept replaying in my head over and over again, the words were so fucking brutal that every time I thought about it I always felt a pang in my chest, it was not supposed to be like this. She consumed me, my whole body, everything that was left of myself she took it with her and now there was nothing left cause all I wanted to do was just get another opportunity to sleep in her arms. To have her again,b maybe that would sate the burning hunger that was inside me. Maybe it would quench the need that consumed me. The way I was feel
I could not feel my body, most of all I could not feel my legs. I just kept walking and walking. I wasn't even aware of my surrounding, I was so lost in thought. When it got to a point, I collapsed by the roadside because I was exhausted and finally paid attention to my surroundings in hope that I might find a cab.I could find one in such a secluded area so u had to walk some distance, Soon enough, I managed to flag one down, I barely said anything but I told the driver where to drop me. I made myself comfortable in the back seat and i couldn't help but think about the fact that Dante could have explained and try to justify himself because a part of me did not want to believe everything I saw.My naive self still believed that he was a good man and he would tell me what was going on. But I was disappointed once again when he came back and began yelling at me, that only proves that he did all those cruel things.I was so stupid, so fucking stupid. I could have just tried to not fall
I felt like a shell of myself. I did not have a core anymore.. I was disappointed in myself for allowing Dante to use me and I was mad that Dante did not feel anything I did for him. Cause if he felt something for me, he would not have sounded so cold and harsh towards me.I just felt weak as I walked down the stairs leading out of Dante’s house. When I got to the last step, I paused and rested my hand on the railing, trying to gain balance and steady myself. I wanted to scream, to yell out at the injustice of it all. I never wanted any of this, I never wanted to witness the murder and I definitely didn't ask to get tangled up with Dante and loose my uncle.At the bottom of the stairs, I got a good look at the kitchen, I saw Gabriella, she sat at the table with her shoulders slumped and her brows creased with worry. She looked so weak, I couldn't help but feel guilty. I remembered how I screamed at her and she still did not make me feel bad about it. Looking at her now, it was like
I was still trying to wrap my head around what kind of situation Alessia had gotten herself into when my phone buzzed beside me on the couch. I had just managed to get Alessia to go to sleep even though I knew she was just pretending to be asleep. I decided to let her be. I picked up my phone and
"Excuse me Sir," I looked up with a frown to find my secretary, Anita, looking up at me from her standing position at the door. She knew I hated interruptions like this and that no one could see me without an appointment. "It's Alex and he said it's really important." She added quickly.I sighed a
I woke up startled. I had a dream, a dream about what happened last night. It felt so real that I woke up all sweaty. In my dream, the man from last night had spotted me behind the recycle bin. His dark eyes held mine as he lifted the gun and pointed it in my direction. Before I could say or do an
Raindrops tapped gently on the bookstore's windows, creating a smoothing rhythm that echoed through the cozy aisles and the distant rumble of thunder creating an eerie ambiance as I closed up the quaint bookstore.It was an ordinary night, much like any other. I had spent my day sorting through ne












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