“No, I’m not lying, I promise you.” The sound of a gun cocking next to my ears causes me to flinch and my body to go numb. “A life for a life, you lying little witch!” BANG!!---My body jolts upright, a scream caught in my throat as my skin glistens with perspiration. My breaths come in ragged gasps, my heart hammering against my chest with a force that threatens to break free.The discomfort is almost unbearable, but I grit my teeth and endure it nonetheless.The throbbing sensation of my protruding neck veins is accompanied by a pounding headache. I feel hot. Then in a split second, I begin to shiver like a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me and my body begins to shake in silent tremors. I feel like I'm suffocating. Where is Alessandro? He vowed he would be here, he said he would pull me out of my nightmares.He lied. Of course, he did. So why does the sudden feeling of doubt and being let down feel so new and raw? With a sudden jolt, I heave myself out of bed a
“He's not worth it, Alessandro,” I whisper, stepping away from him.“It’s too late. He's as good as dead. He put up quite a fight and I admire his strength. But he's a monster, Farfalla, and I can’t let him back into society. He doesn't belong in our world—in Savannahs’ world. Why can't you see that?” He looks at me with a puzzled expression on his face. I swallow thickly, “because murdering him won't take back what he's done to me.”“I know that, but knowing he can't hurt you or another vulnerable female makes the air I breathe much cleaner.” I scoff, shaking my head. “So, this is for your benefit, not mine?” I should have known. “What will I, personally, gain from killing him, Farfalla?” “The thrill. It’s what you do, isn’t it?” I state incredulously. “You forget that I had to watch you murder a man in cold blood while I was locked up in your wine cellar.”I take another step away from him. “And yet, you still defy me at every turn.” He smirks, taking a step forward. “Someone
I stand from the table and I follow him. “Alessandro, Alessandro, wait.” He comes to an abrupt halt, but he doesn't bother to turn around and face me or utter a single word.I stop a few feet behind him. “I’m sorry,” I apologise quietly. “It was insensitive of me, and I’ll admit when I’m in the wrong.”His shoulders rise and fall with every breath he takes, and I can sense his anguish slowly spiralling out of control. He snarls, running his hand through his freshly showered hair. “It’s fine.” He tilts his head upwards, blowing air out of his nose. I reach out and place my hand on his shoulder, gingerly. “I truly am sorry. It's… When Savannah indicated that she wanted to cook lasagna for you, I was sceptical until she mentioned Rose, who used to make it for you regularly. Although I was a child at the time, I do recall being in the car with Mum when she dropped Rose off at your old villa. I followed Rose to the same villa when our father threw her out onto the street.” My voice qu
Swoosh… “Argh!” I scream with fright. Swoosh…“Argh!” I scream again as a bucket of icy cold water is thrown on top of me. My lips begin to tremble, my teeth chatter and my body violently shivers.I open my eyes, squinting as I take in my surroundings.The sound of footsteps withdrawing from the room creates a silent beat, tap, tap, tap, and the sound of a door shutting keeps me alert. My head hurts, it's like a marching band is playing live in my head, and my vision slightly blurs every time I try to focus on something. The room is lit dimly, and the sole source of illumination is a light bulb that is suspended from the ceiling. Which serves merely to brighten the place in which I am being held, hostage.Gods! I cannot get a break! One will start to think that I have grown accustomed to being treated like I am worth nothing. Disposable without a moment's thought. The room is cold. The air smells like burnt rubber and rotting timber. I can hear that there is a leak in the ce
ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO.I brush a weary hand over my face, feeling the dizziness take hold as my steps begin to sway. Perhaps I had indulged in a few too many bourbons at the hotel's bar after all.As I walk down the hallway to my room, I use the wall to keep me upright. Ivy caught me off guard with the special little dinner she and my sweet Savannah had made for me tonight.I don’t know what got into me.Taking a stroll down memory lane isn't my all-time favourite place to visit. Some scars have never fully healed, and I refuse to reopen the ones that have over the years. “Capo.” Gios’ voice bellows with a hint of panic.I raise my head, meeting his gaze as he waits outside my hotel suite. “What is it?” I mutter. “I.., uh…” he pauses, his brain trying to find the right words to soften the blow of what he's about to say. “Spit it out, Giovanni. I'm tired and drunk.” I slap him on the back as I reach his side. He wraps an arm around my waist, steadying me as I try to swipe t
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
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