No…This can't be real. This isn't happening… “Yo…you're meant to be in prison.” I stutter as I stare down at my trembling hands. “Got out on good behaviour two months ago.” He whispers.He encircles my arm with his big callous hand. My body tenses up further, causing my muscles to scream out in pain.Derek starts to drag me down the right side of the room, turning down an abandoned corridor used for deliveries. He shoves me into the wall, slamming the side of my face against the hard, cold surface.“Pl.pl…please don’t!” I sob, “I.I. wo. won't tell anybody. I swear.” Pain spreads across my face as he uses his hand to push my head further into the wall. “Don't scream, or I'll snap your neck like a fucking twig. Do you hear me?” He hisses in my ear. I gulp, fear forbids my body from moving. Imprisoning me in its stillness. I am conscious of his presence, his heady breathing, and his growing cock that presses into me from behind. His hand snakes around my jaw, covering my mouth as
The warm morning breeze caresses my trembling body as Riccardo steps outside with me still in his arms. The air smells fresher out here, and the sound of Don Valentinos’ voice soothes me as he speaks with Savannah. The screeching sound of the metal legs of the chair being dragged across the concrete ground sweeps through the outside dining area. “What happened?” He growls, taking me from Riccardos’ arms and into his own. “Capo, if my eyes haven’t deceived me, I believe she has been sexually assaulted.” His voice fades out. “What do you mean by sexually assaulted? We're in a damn hotel restaurant for fuck's sake!” The anger that runs through his livid body resonates with mine, sending a chill to sliver down my spine. “Where is he? You better fucking tell me you caught him, Riccardo, or your head will make a great trophy for my seat at The High Table.” His words are harsh, meshed with the emotion of a deadly promise based on grief. “I did, capo. I'm about to go and drag his body u
I stand motionless for what seems like forever in front of the one man I have ever allowed to see me naked. Even though my body quivers with trauma, I brazenly allow his gaze to feast upon my body, which I despise admiring.This body has endured various horrors, but it has never let me down. She is unattractive, damaged, and strong.Nonetheless, I feel indebted to her for not failing me.I watch as his jaw ticks, his hands curl and uncurl at his sides, turning his knuckle’s a ghostly shade of white and his icy blue eyes don't look away.His facial expression is impassive, “I-” He starts and finishes at the same time.I dip my head, swaying on my feet as I emotionally and mentally start to feel drained. He lunges forward, “I've got you, amore mio.” He whispers roughly as he catches me with open arms. Lifting me into his arms, he removes a cotton dressing robe from the rack near the shower door and drapes it over my shivering body.“I vow that the bastardo will never hurt you or any
ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO.I sit in the corner of the room watching her sleep. I grip the armrests on the chair.I told her I wouldn't leave, and that I'd wake her up if she started to scream for help. I lied. I won't be here shortly. I plan to visit this Derek guy and give him a piece of my mind while my hands do all the talking.Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my zip lighter, flip it open, and then shut it. Rage consumes me, I need to occupy my hands before they tear this room apart. And I don’t understand why.I’d like to think I bear no soul. It's easier this way when I look down at my blood-stained hands after a hard night at work. Ivy is my choice of poison. She is innocent. Beautiful and fucking divine to look at, even with that fucking hideous scar along her pelvis. It does not affect how brightly she glows in my eyes. It only intensifies the blinding infatuation I have for her. I desire her like nothing else. Gods! I want to claim her and bind her to me forev
“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