Angelica If anyone told me I would be preparing for my wedding at twenty-two, I would have scoffed in their face. If they said I would be marrying my enemy, maybe I would have believed them because this was surprisingly exciting. My fiancé was going off about what he could offer when I married him. When, not if. He had made that clear. He was not asking me to marry him. The benefits he was offering were only a show of politeness.I was right about him. His life had been a roller coaster and he’d had to do as he was told for most of it. Now that he finally had a grasp on it, he was unconsciously taking his frustration out on the world by being a total jerk. He wanted to control everyone he could, especially women. Which was why, when I slipped away from him with no desire to lick his boots, he became obsessed with wanting to pin me down. I hid my smirk at the thought that I had sucessfully weaseled my way into his penthouse while appearing to have been kidnapped. Not to toot my own
AngelicaMy phone chimed. When I realized it was no longer in my pocket but on the console table right next to Curtis, my heart skipped a beat. I didn’t have a passcode. If Curtis wanted to pass my phone to me, he was going to see my text message without even trying to. I didn’t have any privacy settings, majorly because I didn’t feel the need to. But remembering that the only person who would send me a text message had to be Spider, I swallowed a hard lump. What I was dreading was exactly what happened. Curtis grabbed my phone and passed it over to me. He wasn’t trying to find out who the text was from but he did anyway. My tiny hope that it was a weather update flew out the window when he chuckled. “What kind of name is Spider?” “A nickname.” I forced a grin. “It’s insane. And that, is coming from the owner of a strip club.” I grabbed my phone from him and let out a sigh of relief. Spider had sent a random rant that had nothing to do with Curtis. I would be dead if the text was a
CurtisMy family was going to try to talk me into not getting married. They would probably offer me several lucrative benefits to convince me to drop it. Either that, or they would bring a line up of women for me to choose from—women who would do their bidding and be their little spies if I took interest in any of them. So, I couldn’t wait to see the faces they would make when I walked into the mansion with Angelica in tow. They would probably look like I did when she stepped out of the bedroom. I was stunned into silence. I completely forgot I was on a conference call as I waited for her to get changed. As expected of her, she had arrived at my penthouse wearing jeans and the most plain t-shirt I had ever seen—white, and with a band name printed on it. The random specs of ink were probably the members of the band, faded after enduring years of washing. I didn’t care what my fiancée wore but I couldn’t say the same about my family. They were all about apperances and would have a fie
Angelica Curtis was right. The Arciero famly was insane. I had not even been here for half an hour and I was answering questions I didn’t think anyone would ask their future in-law. The men only glared daggers at me but his half sister and cousins were so invested in my supposed love life that I would think they were my fans if I didn’t know they were trying to call our bluff. “Forget about Meghan, she’s an asshole.” One of his innumerable cousins offered a kind smile. Was this Riona or Summer? I didn’t know for sure. There had to be enough cousins in the Arciero family to fill the Titanic. Okay, maybe I was exaggerating a little, but I had never seen such a huge family—especially not one with so many illegimate children. I couldn’t for the life of me remember the name of the woman who was smiling at me but I knew I was better off trusting Meghan than her. The former was openly salty and didn’t try to hide her dislike for me. Riona (or Summer) on the other hand, had the kind of
I brushed past the man, making sure to shove him out of my way. It would do nothing to make him pay for any of the things he did but it made me feel stronger than him and that was something. A few steps later, I spun on my heel to face him. “I know what you are thinking. You can go ahead and try.” “What the hell are you talking about?” He looked like he was ready to die. “If you are going to try to turn my fiancé against me, he will never believe you.” I smirked. Who was Curtis going to believe? His innocent little fiancée or his father who viewed his engagement as his worst nightmare? I wanted to mock him some more but Curtis was getting closer. I had heard his subtle footsteps, which was why I said something that would set off a seed of doubt in Curtis’s mind.Not that he trusted his father but with what I had just said, he would never believe Fergus no matter what he said. Fergus opened his mouth but stopped himself from saying anything when Curtis appeared at the end of the ha
Curtis Hyacinth. I stared at the necklace in my hand with more questions floating in my mind than ever. I had no idea who Hyacinth Giannelli was until I met the owner of this necklace, and I had assumed it was her name. Besides, I asked her and she nodded. But again, she was only four or five—six, at most. What if she didn’t hear what I asked and simply nodded reflexively? She had to be terrified with everything going on around her, after all. I did the math in my head a dozen more times despite having the answer already. Angelica looked nothing like a nineteen or twenty year old. She was not lying about her age and Heston had done a background check that included her age and birthday. I couldn’t explain why her mother’s name also happened to be Hyacinth but no matter what insane series of coincidences and mixed up backgrounds was going on, one thing was certain. She was not the daughter of Romanos Giannelli. With this in mind, I went back to the living room intending to interrog
Angelica“So, where do you want to hold your wedding?” Siren asked as soon as Curtis left, as though his presence was preventing her from asking. I knew if his presence was stopping her from doing anything, it had more to do with my little lie than my wedding. I had dragged her into my ploy without warning and was more surprised by her compliance than I would have been if she threw me under the bus. I wanted to know why she played along more than she wanted to know how I knew everything I knew. Still, I answered her question naively. “A cathedral.” “Obviously. You are an angel.” She said it like it was a bad thing. A few boring questions later, she couldn’t hold it in anymore. She plopped herself beside me. “Are you going to get me out of my misery any time soon?” As soon as I was certain we were on our own. If Curtis only used this place for sex, I didn’t think we were being watched. But with men like Curtis, everything was possible. They never let their guard down for a single se
“We are going to have this conversation once. After this, we pretend we don’t know each other’s intentions.” Siren opened the door and led me out. I had to agree with her. We were able to converse freely knowing no matter what we said, there was no evidence. We had only known each other for a few days. No matter how much we detested our common enemy, it was not nearly enough to build trust between us. I followed her out of the changing room and through the hallway to one of the VIP rooms. I didn’t understand where we were going until we stepped in and she drew a curtain, revealing the club below us. Now this was a view of the club I had never seen. We were facing the bar and all I could see was money. Waitresses stuffing hefty tips into the little aprons over their skimpy uniforms, bartenders ringing cards and receiving what I guessed were too many bills for drinks, patrons shoving money at the girls to get them to move closer. “Do you think this is how Curtis earns his money?” She
Angelica"What is it like being a mother?"Klara paused with a spoon of chocolate ice cream halfway towards her mouth. I only realized how odd my question was when I saw how she was looking at me. I dug into my ice cream and shoveled a spoon into my mouth to calm myself down."Why would you ask?" she asked. "Are you planning to have kids?"I was glad I wasn't looking at her so she wouldn't read my mind—not that I still believed shrinks could read minds but it was awkward nonetheless."Maybe," I gave a vague answer. Considering Curtis's stance on kids, her surprise was understandable. However, I didn't want to tell her I was pregnant yet. It didn't feel right to tell anyone else before Curtis."Well," she shrugged. "That's a broad subject. But I had all these plans for my kids. Rowan and I always wanted two, close in age, and we planned everything including what parenting methods we would use, which schools they would go to, what kind of friends we would allow around them, how I would
Angelica I groaned as I forced my eyes open, adjusting to the blinding light that had just been flickered on. I didn't know how long I had slept. Hell, I wasn't sure if it was day or night. There was no window in this dingy cell and the door was a solid hank of metal that didn't allow any light through it. The only source of light was the offensively bright bulb above me, which had been kept off until now. I had alternated between sleeping and pacing in the dark the whole time and it was driving me crazy. The only thing I could feel was the chains around my wrists and ankles, reminding me that I wasn't dead yet. I didn't know how long had passed since Curtis interrogated me about The Viper. It could be a day, a week, or a year. Hell, it could be ten years for all I knew. I looked down at my stomach and my lips twitched. At least there was a way to know if months had passed. My belly would bulge out. This was Curtis's idea of torture.To be fair, solitary confinement was one of the
Curtis“Angelika Giannelli, Angel of Death…is there any other identity I should know of?” I mocked.“Tell me everything about The Viper,” I demanded.She averted her gaze, dragging the long chains with her so she would walk up to me. I smirked when she stopped, her radius finally running out.“Is this necessary?” She bit back.Yes, it was. This woman killed Miles right under our noses and we didn’t think she was at fault. She played us all like a violin with that innocent smile on her face, all while taking out one Arciero after another and pitting us against each other. However, that was not why I was here.I pointed at her chains. “That will be the least of your problems. Answer me.”She shook her head. “I can’t tell you anything. You’re going to kill me anyway. Just do it.”“I knew you would say that.” I grinned. Someone with her skill could endure a lot of pain.Besides, I couldn’t bring myself to torture her. At least not physically anyway, which was odd, considering how willing
Angelica I needed my head examined. Was I seriously considering having this child? I had bought a dozen pregnancy test kits in the hospital’s pharmacy and couldn’t wait until I got to my hotel room, so I took the tests right there in the hospital washroom. Unsurprisingly, all of them came positive. It was unbelievable. I didn’t know what I thought pregnancy felt like but this was not it. I had expected a little more drama. Aside from my boobs feeling like they were about to fall off, the doctor mentioned I was lucky enough to have a morning sickness-free pregnancy. Maybe that was why I still couldn’t believe I had an actual baby inside me. It sounded like a joke—until I remembered I had to tell Curtis. Between upgrading and downgrading my way through as many cars as possible in the last two months, and spending each of those nights at a different hotel, I had about a thousand dollars to my name. It was a drop in the bucket in relation to how much I needed to bring up a child. I
AngelicaI felt like crap. Where the hell am I? I wondered. I forced one eye open and squinted, wincing from how horribly my head hurt. I patted around for my phone and remembered dropping it the night before. I hadn’t stopped to pick it up. I was too busy running for my life with Curtis hot on my tail. I didn’t know how he found me but I wasn’t going to be able to hide from him forever, I guess. My plan was perfect if I do say so myself. I ran around the city, leaving Curtis a trail that would make him think I was headed for Arcron, then I circled back and returned to Silverwood, where I rented two apartments; one in my name and the other under Klara Arciero. I stayed at neither. I spent every night at a different motel far from both apartments. The apartments were only a way to keep Curtis busy if he found out I was still in the city. Which is why I couldn’t understand why the fuck I thought it was a good idea to check out my fake apartment. I was yet to enter the building when
CurtisTwo months later. Why was I still on this wild goose chase? I hadn’t caught a whiff of my wife even though I felt I had searched the whole of West Auburg. She couldn’t have left the country. There was only one person capable of helping her get a fake passport and he was currently on our side. Sometimes I could swear she was leaving me a trail. Though when I got to it, she was gone like a puff of smoke. I was more frustrated by the realization that the longer it took to find her, the farther away she could go. If she found a way to get a fake passport from somewhere else, she could be halfway across the country and there was nothing I could do about it. But I wasn’t giving up. I meant it when I said I would tear down the whole world to find her. I was not giving up now. I was still staring at the road with my hands gripping the steering wheel. What if I was approaching this from the wrong angle?I took a U-turn at the next exit and returned home. Klara was visiting, which was
The Viper “Angelica left.” I glared at Spider. “What do you mean she left?” He shrugged, letting me know there was nothing else to explain about it. She ran away. “And you let her?” He scrunched his nose. “You know there’s no such thing as ‘letting’ with Angelica. You could lock her up in a cage with an active electric field all around it and she would still find a way to leave.” His words conjured up a memory of that feisty little kitten she once was. She’d been looking for me for a year and I knew every bullet she put between a target’s brows, every throat she sliced was to get my attention. She did get it, but it was way too much than she bargained for. She ended up in my dungeon after putting down one of my most loyal men. I made sure the shackles were way too small for her to wiggle her hands free, and the chain was too short to be of any use. I was going to decide whether she was worth keeping that night but I walked into the dungeon only for her to head-butt me and make
CurtisLyra Giannelli, now known as Eloise Dalton, was as hard to find as her sister. I already knew she was Samantha’s cousin from overhearing their argument but I still couldn’t find her, not even with Giancarlo’s help. Eventually, I had to ask Samantha and I had to promise not to harm a hair on her head before I got any useful information.Good, because I didn’t plan to hurt her. She was more useful to me alive, anyway.I watched as the debate played out on her face, if she would be able to run past me if she tried. She decided against it. Smart girl. I didn’t track her down just to let her escape.She sat down opposite me. “Make it quick. I have to get home.”“Of course.” I let her settle down before I asked what I knew she was already expecting. “Where is she?”“Who?”“Don’t play dumb with me.”She crossed her arms at her chest. “What do you expect me to tell you? That I know where to find your wife? Why would I know that if you don’t?”I knew what she was worried about. “Look, I
Lyra “Come with me.” Angelica urged me. When we made it to her car, she had floored it out of the Arciero mansion’s garage and only stopped about half an hour later. We were far from the Arciero mansion and certainly not being followed. How nice of her to ask if I wanted to leave with her after grabbing me without much choice earlier. I was yet to figure out why we were running away. Wasn’t Curtis her husband? So what if her maiden name was a little different from what everyone thought? “Why?” I asked. “You said your life is in danger. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” She said frantically, and I knew she was hiding something. “Curtis might just take his anger out on you.” “I’ll be fine.” I assured her. Samantha was my cousin. Not biologically, but if the Carlo she always talked about was Giancarlo Arciero as I was starting to think, Curtis wouldn’t hurt me. And Andre…well, I wasn’t about to put Angelica in more danger than she already was in. “No one wants to mess with