[LIZZY]Godmother?I am a godmother? Did she just?“You’re kidding, right?” I blurt out, unable to contain my disbelief. It feels like she just handed me the keys to a luxury car and I don’t even have a driver’s license. What have I ever done to deserve such an important role in this child’s life? A godmother? Dammit. I would kill to be Gia’s godmother, if it weren’t for all the screw-ups I have done all my life, all the bad decisions I have made, leading me to a life that I wish wasn’t so fucked up. What would I even teach this kid? To bolt at the slightest hint of trouble? To shun confrontation? To fear expressing her true feelings?“I mean, I appreciate it, but being a godmother is kind of a big deal,” I scratch my head, mostly because I don’t know what else to do with my hand. “I don’t even know if I’m godmother material.” Am I?I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered and all, but being a godmother is a massive responsibility. It’s a lot bigger than being someone’s nanny or baby
[LIZZY]“Get the hell out of here!” A loud voice booms in the room, dismissing me even before I got used to the lack of lights inside.It’s Vector’s voice, alright, and it does something to me that’s hard to put into words. It makes me want to cry hard and whimper even harder. It makes me want to run to him and choke him with my arms around his neck.But I don’t dare move from that one step I have taken inside the room. I can’t. It’s impossible to even breathe when his eyes are glaring at me like that—like he would burn the whole world down if I took another step towards him, like he wouldn’t shy away from dragging me out of this entire island if I didn’t listen to the threat in his voice and dismissed his warning.I drop my gaze to the floor and hug myself, trying to become smaller and smaller, maybe even turn invisible at some point. It isn’t lost on me that Vector has never talked to me in that tone, never raised his voice at me and made me feel as if I was nothing in front of him
[VECTOR]“You can’t do this, Vector. It’s not fair!”Lizzy screams at the top of her lungs. Anger, hurt, and disappointment all churning in her eyes, causing mayhem underneath my chest. But I can’t look at her—I refuse to—while one of the guards drags her outside the room, shutting the door on his way.I close my eyes and throw my head back against the wall, feeling a sharp pain pierce through me. I can’t even tell what hurts me the most—the wounds and burns scattered on my body like ugly scars, or the hurt in her voice as she continues to cry and scream until I can’t hear her anymore.I never wanted this to happen. I wanted her to be mine and mine only, forever. But things have changed, and I’m not the same man anymore. I can’t give her the life she deserves, not anymore. I can’t protect her. It feels like the stab of a thousand knives straight to my chest, but the truth is, she’s better off without me. I can’t bear to see the pity in her eyes. I don’t have the strength to watch her
[LIZZY]If it weren’t for Zarina’s interference, Vector’s guards would have probably thrown me out. Well, not exactly, but I could tell they had no intention of letting me stay. Not anywhere near Vector. If I had to assume, I would say they probably had plans to ship me back to Venice. And as much as the idea was tempting, I couldn’t leave Vector alone.I could tell that something had happened. The explosion had affected him in some way, making him hesitant towards me. It’s as if the incident had changed his whole perspective, as if it had altered him in ways I didn’t think were possible for someone as stubborn as him.If Vector wished to let me go, he would have done so the day I healed from Vladimir’s torture six years ago after he held me in his basement so I would spill Zarina’s whereabouts to him. I was naive back then. I feared him. But even then, I kept my mouth shut, even though I suspected Rose had something to do with it. At that time, I didn’t have proof, but you learn a fe
[LIZZY]“You know, if he doesn’t want to see you, maybe you should do as he says…” Chiara trails off, as she whispers as low as possible, staring up at the stairs and tapping her foot restlessly against the floor. “He doesn’t strike me as someone who says something and doesn’t mean every word of it.”I turn to look at her, wondering what the hell took her so long to utter those words after one hell of her silently brooding moment. Her throat bobs as she swallows, her arms quickly wrapping around herself.“It’s because he does.” I say, as a matter of fact, shrugging. It’s hard to imagine Vector being crafty with his words. The man has always been way too serious to indulge in fucking with someone’s head. Always a straight shooter. Through and through.“What?” She whisper-snaps, as if no clue what I’m talking about, as if lost track of the conversation. Well, if that’s not weird enough.I roll my eyes. “He does mean what he says. He would rather kill himself than joke about something.”
[LIZZY]My heartbeat picks up exponentially the moment I place my hand on the doorknob, trying to swallow down the dread that seemed to have clutched my ribs tight in its fist. I don’t know what this fear is, or why I’m suddenly so hesitant, all I know is that I want this light year of distance between us to snap and disappear.Zarina was right. Vector and I are so complicated, and not because anyone else is responsible for this, but because the two of us have done this to ourselves. We never really were completely honest with each other. We were loyal—I know for sure I was, and he was too, after he admitted himself—but we never talked about what we really wanted, we never talked about how we wanted our future to be. We were so busy screwing each other, nothing else ever mattered.I wish we hadn’t wasted so much time being ignorant.I wish I hadn’t been so reckless.Not that I didn’t pay enough for it. The brother for whom I left Vector didn’t even spare me a second glance, it was as
[LIZZY]We sit there in silence, in each other arms, for what feels like hours. The time that I don’t really mind. I love how we fit each other perfectly, like a well-planned puzzle, how his arms wrap around me and squeeze me with just the right kind of pressure for me to feel blessed. As if after travelling for centuries alone, I have finally found peace—my home.I love how he smells, crisp and clean, with a touch of leather, and a hint of something spicy. I love how his every heartbeat is synced with mine. I love how this man never fails to make me feel whole.He must be speaking the truth when he admitted to being undeniably in love with me. Because after screwing up so many times in the past, he still lets me in. He still gives me the power over him, the kind of power that could be used to destroy a man. But I don’t want to destroy him. All I want is to love him, to confess… the truth. The truth he’s still unaware of. But is now the right time? Is it? Just when we’re finally start
[LAURA]The sky rumbles outside the building, reminding me of all the days I spent locked up in my room, sitting on the bed and staring blankly out the window through the rain.After my dad passed away, my sister and I didn’t just lose one parent, we lost both of them. Our mother took the hardest hit after the news. She became unhinged.I think out of all three of us, my sister survived the storm better than Mom and I did. While Mom was admitted to hospitals and asylums, I made it my life’s goal to avenge my father. I couldn’t think of anything else. I couldn’t shake off the feeling that someone took his life and walked away without a scratch. That someone thought his life was so invaluable that they left him to bleed out like trash on the roadside. But my sister was emotionally more stable and stronger. She accepted the truth and decided to live her life peacefully, while cherishing all the good memories she still had.I used to be so mad at her. I would fight her for forgiving the m