Drip, drip, drip…My body won't stop trembling as a cold breeze bathes me. My stomach growls loudly, reminding me I haven't eaten, and my mouth is dryer than a parched desert. Drip, drip, drip…Gods! The sound of water leaking somewhere in the basin is driving me bonkers. Drip, drip, drip…“Please, can someone make it stop?” I whimper softly. “It's driving me crazy.” Exhaustion slowly overrides my body. I haven't been able to sleep because I'm too afraid to close my eyes in case it will be the last time I'll open them again. Because of my lack of sleep, seconds feel like hours, hours feel like days, and a day already feels like it's been a week. I wriggle my toes and fingers, trying to keep my blood circulating, as I've lost all feeling in my hands and feet. As I lift my head, a sharp pain shoots through my neck and my vision blurs, likely due to the drugs I've been pumped with. Aimlessly, my gaze sweeps the room and I can't help but think that wild animals have better living
Swoosh… “I'm… awake… you, arsehole!” I mutter through chattering teeth as I glare at my captor, who is still donning a mask. “Oh, trust me, mil, I know. But you wreak, and this is my way of cleaning you.” He hums, then starts to whistle a tune. Swoosh… He tosses another bucket full of cold water over my shivering body and I grind my teeth trying not to scream. I don't want to give him the pleasure of knowing that he's causing me grief. “And you couldn't have used warm water?” I shiver uncontrollably as my teeth chatter. “Nope. I am not here for your pleasure. I am here to semi-clean the filth you have created in my basement. Besides, if you open your mouth, you'll be able to catch some water.” He puts the bucket down and starts to scrub the concrete ground with a hard bristle broom. “I'm not going to live, am I?” I whisper in defeat. He stops and looks at his watch. “We still have a few hours left.” He mutters and carries on with what he was doing. “That's a no, then.” “
ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO.The alarm on my new phone goes off in my hand, and I swipe the red X icon to the right, shutting it off. Time has expired. Forty-five hours vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving me with nothing to show for them. I do not possess the documents and am uncertain whether they exist.“Capo!” Gio comes barging through my office door. I shut my eyes, saying a silent prayer, hoping he has some good news for me. As I peel my eyelids open, my eyes meet his. Steel-grey clashes with clear blue irises. 'Per favore, just utter the magic words, and we will be out the door in a heartbeat.' My inner beast howls with anxiety. “What is it, Gio?” My voice is cold, full of uncertainty and anticipation.'Per favore don't say anything stupid!'“Your phone, the alarm just went off.” He runs his hand through his light-brown hair. “We are out of time. It's too late.” He sighs with disappointment.I hold my phone up, “Do you mean this phone?” I ask him, astounded by his
As I come to, wriggling about, my body begins to ache. Something is savagely digging into my back and the air tastes awfully shallow.It smells of dirt, timber and… is that rain? I groan, reaching up to touch my throbbing head. "What the…”My elbow bangs against something solid, and I force my eyelids open, only to realise I've plummeted back into a blanket of midnight shadows.Shuffling around, realising I've been imprisoned in a…a...I use my hands to feel out my surroundings and I can feel four walls wrapping around me.I've been boxed in.I've been buried alive! No, no, no, no, no...One of my worst fears coming to life.I try not to panic too much, reminding myself that I need to conserve the last bit of air that I have.Banging on the wall above me, I start to cough and splutter as dirt falls through the cracks, dropping upon my face. “Help!” I croak, pushing upwards. “Please, someone help me…" I plead, feeling flustered and light-headed. I lower my hands, placing them over
I drift in and out of consciousness as a bright beam of light casts over me. Through a daze, I vividly see Alessandro leaning over my body, checking every inch of me as he removes his t-shirt from his torso and uses it to cover me. “Don't give up on us, Farfalla.” He says in a voice that is laced with distress. “We found you, you're safe and Selena is going to take good care of you.” I can see him touching my body, but I can't feel him, nor can I feel the tears that are slipping through my closed eyelids. Giving up on trying to stay awake.I don’t fight to re-open my eyes and drift off, losing consciousness once again.---I do my best to peel my eyelids open, but they won't budge. I can hear voices, whispering tones, but I can't make out what they're saying. I try to focus, but the slight burning sensation that is coursing through my veins overwhelms me and I start to scream, imagining myself pulling at my hair as my entire body feels like it's on fire. “It burns! Ena, Alessandr
TWO DAYs LATER.Needing a good dose of fresh air to clean the soul, I step outside the villa, tilting my face up towards the cloudless sky. I stare up at an ocean of baby blue hues as I soak up the rays and breathe in the clean air. The scent of freshly mowed grass lingers through the early spring breeze. I close my eyes, indulging in the moment. It's good to be alive! I inhale another long breath and smile as I exhale, and slowly open my eyes. "Ciao,” Alessandro smiles broadly as my gaze lands on his. Rolling my eyes heavenward, “can't a girl enjoy a moment of peace all to herself?” I ask him sarcastically with a smirk touching my lips. “Technically, you've had the last three weeks to pamper yourself with some peace and quiet.” He raises his brows with a hint of laughter glazing in his irises. “I'm going to take a wild guess and assume you've never been stuck in your own head before?” “I’m not obliged to answer that. Has Selena given you the all-clear to move about?” He e
“Me?” She screeches, placing her open hand over her chest in utter shock. Riccardo moves to stand beside me and Savannah, waving to one of the men guarding the perimeter to come over. The man jogs over to us, “what do you need me to do?” He asks, sounding serious. “I need you to take Savannah to the kitchen and get Mia to serve her some lunch,” Riccardo orders, looking at the man sternly. "Si, sir. Right away.” He replies and takes Savannah by the hand. “Venga con me, Let’s get some food in that belly of yours.” Savannah sighs loudly as she places her hand in the man's grasp, then waves at me with a sad look on her face. I wave back, blowing her an air kiss as I watch her being led away. When we can no longer see them, Mrs DeLuca continues with the dramatics. “How dare you speak to me in such a manner, Don Valentino. I know for a fact that your Mamma taught you better manners than this. I am your mamma’s most trusted and loyal friend. Yet, you choose to stand by her, some stray
Sucking in a razor-sharp breath, I take a step back. “He was gay,” I whisper. “And he couldn't father children of his own because he was infertile.” A single tear rolls down my face, creating a new trail of heartache. The heartache that I feel for him for losing the love of his life and watching his daughter grow up, calling another man papà. His face turns red, and he bites down on his index finger, trying to mask the roar that is threatening to erupt from his loins. “I told you not to believe a word that left his mouth. He is trying to mindfuck us both, and you are letting him.” He snarls cruelly, which makes me cower before him. “Find him and ask him for yourself. You had to be there to see the truth in his eyes.” I attempt to reason with him. “I can't ask him.” He bitterly snaps. I watch as he drags both his hands over his face and exhales with a murmured growl. I scoff at the realization that he killed my captor. “You murdered him, didn't you?” My brows knit together w
I set the bouquet that little Savannah had gathered from the villa’s lovely rose garden on Roses' grave. I take a step back to where Savannah stands. In her small, delicate hands, she holds the photo frame that contains a picture of her and Rose on their trip to the beach one sunny day. I peer down at her, a sad pout upon her bottom lip, and the tears in her eyes gnaw at the branches of my heart.She is so young and innocent, and she's lost both of her parents. I can't even comprehend what turmoil invades her little body. If anything happens to me or Alessandro, she will be left all alone. Tears pool in my eyes when I imagine her going through life alone, and I nibble on my bottom lip, deep in thought. I wish to give her a sibling. Whether it be blood or through an adoption agency. Conceiving a child is one of my biggest fears after losing our precious child beforehand. But with my tubes being cleaned and two doctors on call at my every whim. The fear that harbours my body isn't
FIVE DAYs LATER.It's been five pleasurable days since I spontaneously married the man whom I love like there is no tomorrow. We finally left the room and joined the rest of civilisation yesterday afternoon. We also took Savannah out to the beach for dinner and an early evening swim in the water. We ate, laughed, sang silly childhood songs from the past and swam. It was a perfect evening to end a perfect wedding and the start of a wonderful life together — as a family. Alessandro hasn't been able to keep his hands off my body either and this morning, I slipped out of the room bright and early to evade his wandering hands. Torturous mouth. And well… I'm sure you get the picture.My body aches in places I never knew it could. My womanly parts have never felt so raw and beautifully used at the same time. But today I'd actually like to sit down without gnawing on the inside of my cheek to mask the hissing wince that escapes my lips. As I descend the stairs, with Viktor not too far
Alessandro lets out a little growl. “You'll be the death of me, woman.” He takes my hand and starts leading us off the dance floor, making a small pit stop when we reach Riccardo and Selena.Riccardo clears his throat, steps away from Selena like her touch suddenly burnt, and he straightens his posture, running a hand through his hair. Selenas’ eyes widen as they dart between Alessandro and Riccardo, placing her hands behind her back. “I think you'll both make one hell of a power couple, and I give you my blessing,” Alessandro says with amusement flickering in his eyes as he thrusts his hand out.Selenas’ head snaps up with a big smile spreading across her face and her mouth agape. Riccardo looks at Alessandro with shock-engulfed irises, and he clears his throat as he takes Alessandros’ hand in his and starts shaking it. “You knew?” “Of course I did,” Alessandro chuckles as he releases Riccardos’ hand and pulls me into his side. “There's not much that goes on in the villa that I
I don't know how many times I have told myself that marrying Alessandro today is crazy.Impulsive.But when I think back to the photos of the stunning Brazilian dancer all over him. Jealousy invades my body like a plague. It's cruel, tormenting, and body crippling. It's a feeling that I wouldn't want to wish upon my greatest enemy.The truth is, I love Alessandro. I want to be his wife. His lifetime companion and I know he feels the same about me. He refers to me as his Farfalla. My glorious, powerful prince charming, who is hell-bent on haunting my nightmares back even though he has demons of his own, lurking in the shadows that I vow to slay on his behalf.Together, we can be unstoppable. We can conquer the impossible and build an indestructible empire.Together as one.We have old wounds that have been opened and exposed, forcing me to face my insecurities as they lured cruel enemies back into our lives from the shadows of hell.We slipped through each other's fingers multipl
MINUTES EARLIER.Walking out of the bathroom, a knock sounds at my bedroom door. “Come in,” I call out, jumping back under the sheets in the bed I share with Alessandro.The door slowly pries open. I glance up and watch as Nic and Selena walk into the room, looking like utter shit. They look how I feel. Pointing to the bottle of painkillers on the bedside table, “help yourself, there's no ice water, so you'll have to go downstairs for that,” I say as I try to stifle a yawn behind my hands.“Babe,” Nic says in her 'I have something to tell you, and you're not going to like it' voice.Shit…The blood drains from my face. “What's wrong?” I ask as I sit upright, pulling the sheet with me.Selena sits down on the bed, followed by Nic, and she opens the laptop she had walked in with and turns it around to face me. “There are some pictures…” Selena says as she glances at Nic.“Of what?” I ask before looking at the screen.If it's about the shitfest that happened last night. I might jus
“Come on, hon,” I say to Nic as I loop our arms together and follow Riccardo out of the club.Nic stumbles across the dance floor muttering, “I seriously like Reece, I mean, I think he's a top-notch bloke, but…” She sighs, leaving her sentence unfinished and I let her be.I just want to get out of here and go home to my big, comfortable bed. As we exit the club, we take a right, following Riccardo and I watch as he catches up with Selena, wrapping his long fingers around her upper arm; she instantly halts her movements, spinning around to face him. “What do you want from me, Cardo?” She cries out as she shrugs him.“What the cazzo’s gotten into you?” He growls incredulously.“Gotten into me?” She snorts as she violently wipes the tears sliding down her cheeks. “Si, you.” He hisses. She laughs bitterly at him as her eyes search his face. “You're unbelievable.” She spits as she walks away from him once again.Nic and I try to keep our distance to give them their privacy, as we lurk
THE FOLLOWING WEEK.As I walk into Alessandros’ office, knowing that his meeting is drawing to an end; I hear his velvet voice fill the vicinity.“Is there still no word from Ryan?” He asks his henchmen with frustration.I trip over my feet, thanking the God's no one saw me, as everyone is distracted with the folios they have in their grasps.“I'll take that as a firm no,” Alessandro mutters under his breath as he types away on his keyboard.Guilt nibbles away at my heart.I desperately want to tell him where Ryan is to prevent him from stressing out any further. Then I consider the consequences of telling him that I sent one of his finest men on a mission without his knowledge.It's undoubtedly safer if I don't tell him. I scan the third row of books at the bottom of the bookcase and halt when my finger lands on Roses' favourite novel. I remove it from the shelf and open it, turning the pages as dust escapes from the spine.Just as I'm about to close it, a scrap of paper falls out
I turn my attention to the large clock on the wall. “Shit!” I mutter, walking out of the kitchen with my stomach twisting in knots. “Viktor?” I call out as I see him talking to one of the other henchmen. He expresses his farewells and jogs towards me. “You called, Miss Bishop?” He responds with a broad grin. “I did.” I chuckle. Viktor is always smiling, and I've noticed whenever he smiles, I smile too, as his is infectious. “I need to go into town. I have a lunch date with the girls and if I don't leave now, I'm going to be super late.” I exhale loudly, wanting nothing more than to curl up in bed and sleep the rest of the week away. “Very well, I'll bring the car around and inform Ryan?” He curtly bows his head and walks away before I can respond. I make my way out of the villa after retrieving my handbag and to where the car awaits, with Ryan behind the wheel and Viktor holding the passenger door wide open. As I slide into the car, I raise my brows at him. “Don't.” He mu
I run my hands through my hair as I exhale. I have no idea what is going on and am completely bewildered. Riccardo tells me this is Alessandros’ method of submitting to me as he drapes an extremely thick coat with weights over Alessandros’ shoulders. His face distorts in anguish as he attempts to maintain his calm and stance. “Tell him what's bothering you and what you expect from him.” Riccardo shares with me. I nod my head, looking around the yard, and I become well aware that we have an audience on our hands. Part of me wants to tell them all to piss right off, but then the other part of me wants them to stay. So they can hear what I've said straight from my mouth, rather than the gossip that spreads through the thin walls like wildfire. I return my attention to Alessandro. His head is bowed as he continues to kneel before me. Swallowing my pride, I lower myself onto my knees. “You hurt me,” I declare in an even tone. “I know you have been driven by wrath to find Mrs D