The ViperI stared at the pictures in my hands for several seconds before tossing them off, sending them flying across the floor. “Does Curtis Arciero have a golden dick or something?” I growled. I wasn’t asking anyone in particular but I got an answer from Enzo anyway. “Would you like me to find out?” I glared at him. He was my right hand man but sometimes he forgot his place and assumed he was my equal. This was the problem with having the same minions for years. He picked up the pictures and inspected them even though he was the one who had brought them. “Do you think she likes him?” I sneered. I knew that look. I had seen it on several women’s faces. Women were only useful before some knight in shining armor swept them off their feet with false promises of rainbows and unicorns. Then they became a liability. It was why I had chosen a vengeful eighteen-year-old with enough hate to override every other emotion and made sure she remained that way for the four years I kept her
AngelicaMy skin felt hot and it had nothing to do with how long I’d danced. I looked up at Curtis who was as stunned as I was. “Would you believe me if I said that was an accident?” I averted my gaze from him. “Not a chance in hell.” He swiped a wisp of hair off my face and replaced it with his lips, shocking both of us.He pushed himself off the bed and straightened his suit jacket, but not before raking his eyes all over me like he wanted to devour me. “Get dressed. We are going out for lunch.” He ordered. What made him think he could tell me what to do? More importantly, “what’s wrong with what I’m wearing? It’s a beach city. Everyone is wearing shorts and crop tops.”He looked down at me. “The last thing I want is the whole city getting a front-row view of my wife’s tits spilling out of her top.” My retort was cut off when I looked down at myself and caught sight of my left boob nearly all the way out of my top. Oops. I shoved it back down, ignoring his shocked glare. In m
Fourteen years ago, Spider was only four. He was too young to remember much of what happened that day, and only knew most of it from what he was told growing up.But his tone still haunted me.‘I don’t want to lose you too, Angel.’ I shook my head. He was using my guilt against me. I shouldn’t fall for it.That was what I was thinking about when I returned to our suite. Curtis was scrolling through the movie catalog and looked up at me when I walked in. I had slid The Viper’s gift into my pocket but it was only a matter of time until Curtis saw it. We were sharing a room, after all.So instead of trying to hide it, I sat beside him and placed the switchblade on the coffee table. He glanced at it then at me. “Spider’s wedding gift?” “Not really. He gifted me what must have been the store’s entire stock of cheerios. He thinks everyone loves them.” I tried to smile and failed. What was there to smile about? I had to kill my husband tonight. It shouldn’t matter nearly as much as it d
Fourteen years ago.“Angel!” My sister whimpered when I swiped the tiara off her head. She burst into the master bedroom where Papa had just finished dressing up. “Papa, Angel took my tiara!” I heard her cry just as I followed her in. Papa picked her up with a grin. “Why would you do that, Angel?” Because Lyra cried to Papa about everything. That, and because I didn't like being copied. Mama and Papa had let us chose whatever we wanted to wear for their vow-renewal ceremony today and the tiara was my idea…until Lyra decided she wanted one too. I loved my sister but I didn’t like her doing everything I did in the name of looking up to me.He put Lyra down and picked me up. “Don’t bully your sister, Angel.” He punctuated his words with a kiss to my forehead. “You are getting taller and heavier by the day. One day, I won’t be able to carry you up anymore.” “That’s not true. You are the strongest man in the world. You can even carry Mama up the stairs.” I countered and wrapped my arms
Curtis Seeing Angelica cry did something to me. I had never talked about Hyacinth—Lyra—whatever her real name was. No one knew the real reason why I kept the necklace except Giancarlo, but that was only because he was there when it happened. I disliked talking about the past. It brought up memories I was better off not thinking about. I didn’t only tell Angelica about it because I wanted her to understand why mother thought her name was Hyacinth. I felt compelled to, not that I would ever admit it. After that conversation, we watched a movie—well, I watched her watch a movie—then I ordered room service. She only ate a few bites before she pushed the food aside and said she needed some rest. So I let her sleep, only for her to look up at me with those big, gorgeous eyes and ask me to lay with her. So here I was, holding a woman in my arms while she drifted to sleep. It had only ever happened once—when she was so restless from her nightmare and the only way to stop her from moving a
This honeymoon wasn’t going to be so bad after all. Something had changed between us. Angelica wasn’t so opposed to being close to me. It was almost amusing how little it took to make her change her mind about someone. She had decided to stay as far from me as she possibly could long before our wedding. If I knew bringing the surgery forward would change her impression of me so much, I would have done it ages ago. Or not. Her closeness was a double-edged sword. My dick wouldn’t go down for a damn second and my right wrist was starting to hurt. The culprit didn’t know what she was doing to me. Breaching the invisible boundary between us had made her forget she was getting dangerously close to a man. Like right now, she was clinging to me for dear life as she screamed about some fictional monster in the horror movie we were watching. “Is he coming?” She asked, her face pressed against my chest so hard I didn’t think she could breathe. She was sitting so close to me she might as well
Angelica This was becoming pathetic. First, I had to put on an innocent yet provocative act, and now I had to pretend to be a frightened little bunny in need of saving from a fictional monster? Hell, I had binge-watched the entire franchise of The Reaper with Spider in one night and we had eaten popcorn through it all. Well, I had eaten popcorn and Spider had used the movie as an excuse to wolf down two humongous boxes of cheerios. We had seen more horrifying scenes in real life than any movie franchise could ever dream of creating. The only real thing was how I felt when he carried me off the love seat like I weighed nothing and then stroked my back to coax me to sleep. How the hell was I supposed to sleep? I was aroused as hell and that was before he stole a kiss.I had undergone gruesome torture before but somehow it all paled in comparison to wanting a man, knowing he wants me just as badly, and not being able to have him—and the icing of the cake, it just happened to be the ve
I couldn’t believe I was supposed to be using these seduction tactics on Miles. Before I set the plan into motion, I didn’t feel a thing about it. Of course, there was nothing pleasant about seducing one of my enemies, but I was not disgusted by the thought either. But after meeting both Curtis and Miles in real life, my stomach churned at the mere thought of being in an enclosed room with Miles—even though I would have already gotten all the answers within three days. Besides, I wouldn’t have lost track of the plan. Curtis, on the other hand, was dangerous in more ways than his identity. He was tempting me nearly as much as I was tempting him. If it wasn’t so obvious before, I was now certain I wouldn’t be able to lure him and come out of it unscatched. But, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.“You never talk about yourself.” I remarked as I shifted in bed to ‘accidentally’ brush my thigh against Curtis. I only had two days left before we had to go back to Silverwood. This w
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