[LIZZY]I shouldnโt have poked the lion with a stick.Although Vector Alfonso was more like a cruel, bloodthirsty royal Bengal tiger, I didn't think it really made a difference when I was stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea.In hindsight, I should have expected this when I begged him to let Joey stay with me. That was obviously dumb from the start. Why would I deliberately bring that little kid into this world of devils and monsters? But when it comes to Joey, logic is thrown out the window and plunges into the Mariana trench, leaving me nothing but the primal instinct to protect him at all costs. I knew what I was signing up for when I refused to part with Joey. I knew I was the only one who could keep him safe. I just knew.So here I was, willing to go to any length to keep the devil away from that little boy.Joey was left with Vector's guards, who continued to give him rides on their backs one by one. Which, to be honest, was a very strange sight to have. Every time Joey
[LIZZY]โDonโt move!โ Vector says, and finally steps away, leaving me in the same posture as I was when he leaned into me and hugged the hell out of me a while ago.I donโt know what got into him.Hell, I donโt know what got into me, that instead of screaming my head off and pushing him away, I let him hold me for God knows how long. But it surely must have been more than five minutes because I canโt fucking feel my back. Or my legs. Or my head.Although I canโt ignore the way my heart is beating so fast, or how the temperature of my body had raised and now there are pinpricks of heat exploding all over my body, like aftereffects of an impressive firework.I shake my head, and try to drag my head out of whatever fantasyland I had fallen into in the past five minutes. Why else would I be suddenly so cold? Or feel like this isnโt real, not the way it was a while ago. It surely had nothing to do with him, or the fact that he wasnโt holding me by those thick and heavy arms, or that his na
[VECTOR]โGood,โ I say over the phone as I exit my room, the suit blazer still wrapped around my arm. I make a beeline for the stairs. โSend someone to inspect the goods at the dock. I donโt want another disaster like the last one. I hate it when our men are being arrogant instead of focused on the job.โโWell, itโs not really their fault,โ Marcus says from the other end of the phone, his voice a little softer and drowsier than usual. A piece of soft music plays in his background, and I can bet a billion dollars that he just put his younger son to sleep. Heโs only a year old. โPower is like crack to a foot soldier; they often abuse it.โI roll my eyes and steal a quick glimpse towards Lizzyโs room. Itโs closed. Iโm willing to bet another billion dollars that sheโs expecting me to burst through that door any moment now. What she doesnโt realize is that I could have had her the moment I laid eyes on her, the moment I found her four years ago, the moment she crossed the road in front of
Something wasn’t right.After exploring the entire mansion—well, almost—Lizzy realized, albeit a bit belatedly, that not only was Joey missing, but the entire crew of maids and servants had vanished into thin air. Just like that. Which was not a very comforting realization to have, given the panic that slowly started building up in her chest.Lizzy dashed back to the front of the mansion, panting and sweating for all the wild reasons. She had no idea what was going on. Could Vector be behind this? Was he out for vengeance now? Just because she was playing hard to get? Because she wasn’t keeping her end of the bargain—Wait, speaking of the bargain, another thought exploded in her head, breaking down whatever semblance of sanity she still possessed. Previously, if she was losing her mind because she couldn’t find Joey, she was now on the brink of going nuts because what if Vector had had enough of her retaliations? What if this
[LIZZIE]Guided by the two brawny mafia men, I stumbled into an unknown chamber, or at least thatโs what I assumed it to be. My eyes were still adjusting to the sudden darkness caused by the hood they had thrust over my head. I mentally prepared myself for the worst-case scenario when a sudden, ear-splitting shriek tore through the stillness, making me jolt in terror. Out of nowhere, a chorus of voices boomed.โSURPRISE!โThe room burst into a dazzling light as the hood was peeled off from my face.I was greeted with an explosion of colors and sounds that sent my senses into overdrive. The room was filled with balloons of all shapes and sizes, popping one after another, sending confetti raining down on me, fluttering and swirling through the air in a whirlwind of colors. The shimmering glitters adorned every corner of the room, creating a sparkling effect that made it seem like I was standing in a sea of stars.Amidst the chaos, I could hear laughter and cheers, and I realized that th
[VECTOR]As I walk through the front door, the overpowering stench of disarray hits me like a brick wall.My eyes dart around the living room, taking in the chaos before me. Toys litter the floor like a miniature warzone, slippers and clothes thrown haphazardly in every direction. Itโs like a tornado touched down right in the middle of my home.And to top it all off, some girlโs voice is screeching from down the hall about โbest of both worlds.โ Is that even music? It sounds like a cat being strangled.I groan in frustration as I realize that there isnโt a single staff member in sight to clean up this disaster zone. I mean, what am I even paying them for if not to keep my home impeccably clean? Mess and untidiness surely donโt help in soothing my already grumpy mood. Itโs like nothing is happening according to the plan--what plan, you ask? Donโt even get me started.And thatโs probably the reason why I clench my fist so tight that my knuckles turn white, toss the laptop bag away with
[UNKNOWN]As I fumble with the lock and step into my apartment, my heart sinks as I'm met with an unsettling scene. The air is thick with the scent of Italian spices, and a hauntingly beautiful English song plays softly in the background.As I stand there, taking in the surreal scene, memories flood my mind. Memories of my dad, the man who was always so particular about the restaurants we went to, the food we ate, the gifts we gave each other. My mom was always content to go along with his choices, never asserting her own desires. They were like two halves of a whole, so different yet so inseparable. And then, with my dad's sudden death, my mom's grip on reality slipped away. She was never the same again.It's a painful reminder that even the strongest bonds can be broken by the merciless hand of fate.Or the wrong people.Iโm not sure why Iโm hit with those memories right now. This is hardly the time to get emotional over what I lost in the past, but to focus on what I stand to lose
[VECTOR] โEnough is enough!โ Roberto Sandri, the septuagenarian leader of the Sandri empire, slams his cane against the pristine marble floor, demanding the rapt attention of those gathered around the expansive circular table. His eyebrows furrow in frustration and his voice booms through the room, commanding respect and authority. Itโs clear that heโs reached the end of his patience, and his sharp words leave no room for argument or negotiation. My eyes roll for what feels like the hundredth time since this meeting began. Iโm struggling to keep my boredom under control, but Roberto is quick to notice my lack of interest. If I were anyone else, he probably would have thrown me out or worse. But heโs aware of who I am and who I represent - the Perazzos. So, itโs no surprise when he scrunches up his face, purses his lips, and avoids making eye contact with me as if I wasnโt even there. I scoff. I like this man. โGentlemen,โ he continues, his aged voice still holding the command that
[VECTOR] I never thought this day would ever come. Not before I met Lizzy Jones. Itโs all been a whirlwind, my life, that is. From the day I was born to the day I lost everything, I lived a greater part of my life in absolute fear. Fear of not being trusted, fear of not being enough, fear of not being there for my sister when she went through the same painful incidents before she even understood the word pain. Lizzy says that what happened in the past was hardly my fault. That the fact I couldnโt protect my family was not my burden to bear. After all, wasnโt I a child myself? How would I have known what Sofia had planned for that night? What possibly could I have done to stop her and her freak boyfriend? The answer: Nothing. I couldnโt have done anything. Literally. But then why do I feel responsible? Is it just survivorโs guilt? Or is this a way for my brain to tell me that I was equally accountable for not being prepared for what I knew might happen if Sofia wasnโt stopped?
[LIZZY]โThis is awkward,โ Laura mumbles under her breath, but maybe not so quietly to herself because I end up hearing every single word of it.โYou donโt say,โ I shrug, and I watch as the corner of her mouth twitches.She looks away and sighs, as if what weโre doing seems to be physically affecting her. I canโt really blame her, can I? When Xavier and Hazel showed up this morning, wanting Joey and me to come with them so they could see off this woman who pretended to have our best interests for five long years, I didnโt have many noble thoughts about it. Definitely not kind enough to think she deserved a heartfelt goodbye.But that would be the mean and hurtful side of me talking. Because if it werenโt for her, Joey would still be wandering around, scratching his head and trying to figure out how Vector suddenly turned out to be his fatherโthe man he couldnโt share me with at all, the man he wanted to punish for making me cry alone.โI didnโt mean any of the things I said to you, if
[LIZZY]โThis is nice,โ I say as Tony and I sit outside one of the street cafes near the stream after a very silent and awkward dinner.I have no idea what I was thinking when I agreed to come with him. Maybe I assumed he would want to talk about things that he should have a long time agoโall those days he remained absent in our livesโthat he would like to give an explanation for it. That he would finally reveal the big reason for him to walk away from our lives the way he did. That I would truly know, for the first time, what drove him away and turned him so cold and crude towards me when I came to see him all the way from Venice to the US.Too bad, I have got nothing so far.During the entire dinner, all we talked about was food, Joey, and his weird obsession with fire. And now that the dinner is finished, and he has run out of all the random conversation starters, we find ourselves back to quietly sweeping our gazes around.I take another long and loud sip of my coffee, wondering w
[VECTOR]โWhat the fuck are you doing here?โ Marcus looks stunned to see me, his brows furrowed deeply, flaring his nostrils as if heโs this close to grabbing a gun and aiming for my good knee.Well, maybe I do deserve that. Lizzy did warn me this was a bad idea.Not that I regret it one bit.Marcus and I have worked together for a very long time. We were even together that night, the night that boat exploded, and left us with the kind of scars that would take long to healโhis longer than mine. While I busted a knee and got several burns on the back, Marcus lost his right arm and got half of his face fucked up, including one eye.Letโs just say, I feel slightly responsible for what happenedโfelt obligated to pay him a visit despite everyone telling me to stay in the room and rest for long hours.Itโs not like Iโm trying to be difficult, or I donโt respect the care Iโm getting even though I have done very little to deserve it. But after Lizzy asked me, with those doe eyes of hers, if w
[LIZZY]I wring my hands for the hundredth time, trying to shake off the nervous jitters.After a week of contemplation, Vector and I finally agreed on how to reveal the truth to Joey about his real parentage.Honestly, I canโt believe I allowed my life to become so complicated. What was I even thinking? What was I so damn afraid of? Looking back at everything that happened in the past few months, itโs obvious I have been worrying for literally nothing. Vector never did any of the things I imagined he would once he got a hold of me. He didnโt hurt me, make me suffer, or punish me in any way. In fact, if thereโs anything he did, it was to love me more intensely and passionately. Never did he ever try to hurt me, at least not purposefully. He did express his anger in the beginning, but now that I think of it, more than anger, it was hurt that he tried to mask as temper.I was terrified to even think about what he would do if he learned I kept such a huge secret from him. That I had been
[One Week Later][LAURA/ERICA]โWhat are you doing here?โ I ask, bored, although for this tough exterior that Iโm putting on so fucking gracefully, I should get a damn Oscar for it.Then again, even if I did get nominated for an award, and had to choose between kicking some butts and wearing a sparkly, twinkly or some sort of shimmery thing ever over myself, I would rather just stick with what I do best, and we all know what that is.Except for my last encounter with the Perazzo brothers didnโt go as well as I planned.But, most of the time, they rarely do. Thatโs why this job is so darn tough and risky because, most of the time, the bad guys are one step ahead. They usually are. You canโt expect them to be playing poker when we storm their hideout. Nope, theyโre always ready for the worst. And when the cops do catch them off guard, we donโt get a warm welcome with tea and cookies. No, they rain a hail of bullets on us.Perhaps thatโs the reason thereโs a saying about the best-laid pl
[VECTOR]I was ten when my sister Emma was born. She was this small, delicate thing that I was too scared to even touch. Her big doe eyes were like pools of laughter and innocence that spilled from her mouth every time she giggled and thrashed her little arms around, wanting attention, wanting someone to hold her, carry her around, keep her squeezed against their touch.She used to love it when our mother used to talk to her, holding a long and silly conversation while little Emma babbled away, God knows what. But that hardly mattered when I was too busy wiping sweat off my palms, wondering if I would finally get to hold her.Mom wanted me to not shy away, always telling me that I was supposed to protect her. Dad, however, seemed a little unsure. He sincerely believed that I needed to grow up a little more if I wanted that kind of responsibility. And I always believed he was right. That I needed to grow not only physically but mentally. That I needed to make myself capable, just like
[LIZZY]When I wake up next time, my body aches like hell. Itโs as if a terrible weight has been thrown over me, pinning me down, and I canโt summon the strength to get up.I snap my eyes open and practically groan when sunlight cuts through my eyelids like a laser, and irritates me and my skin like hell.Damn Vector. All this time, he has been cocooned in dark with doors fucking shut and curtains tightly drawn, and now that Iโm the one who desperately needs darkness and a lot more sleep, he has flung the windows wide open. Ugh. Iโm going to kill him, I swear.A voice in my head warns me against going back to sleep, but my body seems to have different plans entirely. In seconds, I grab the duvet and pull them back up over my head, rolling on the bed like a cinnamon roll to escape the heated rays. However, I barely settle into a comfortable spot when something suddenly clicks.My eyes snap back open.Joey.โShit shit shit!โ The happenings of the previous night smack me in the face and
[LIZZY]โYouโre leaving?โ I blurt out, eyes wide as saucers, my heart sinking deep into my stomach.The dark night stretches overhead, filled with scattered stars that twinkle like precious diamonds. The wind blows stronger, making my hair flutter all over my face.Zarina walks toward me, gracefully brushing the dark brown strands out of her face, her peaceful eyes briefly trailing over a sleeping Joey, whoโs still tightly clutched to my chest.I had just walked out of the plane, only to find Zarina stepping out of the car. Theo, one of the caretakers of the Island, carries her bags, and Chiara is holding the baby, flashing me a cheerful smile as they pass one by one, heading up the airstairs.My heart sinks even more with her confirmation. โWhy?โ I ask, my eyes starting to well up.โBecause itโs time,โ she says and gently runs her long fingers over Joeyโs back. โMir is taking over the business, and although he told me to stay here as long as I want, I know he hates being away from hi