*TWO NIGHTS LATER*The night air was heavy with tension as Santo stood in the courtyard of his sprawling mansion, the cold marble beneath his feet a stark contrast to the burning conflict within his heart. The moon cast a ghostly glow over the scene, illuminating Aldo, Rico and the guards, who watched with a mix of trepidation and resignation. Santo’s hand tightened around the grip of the pistol, the weight of the weapon a physical manifestation of the burden he bore.Meanwhile, somewhere up in the mansion, laying on the bed, was sunny, her hand grabbing her chest as she sobbed. She couldn’t stop this and it made her hear ache. It was a pain like no other Rosa knelt before him, her once vibrant eyes now dulled by the inevitability of her fate. The same eyes that used to sparkle with mischief when they were children, running through the vineyards, causing mischief, all the teases and constant pranks. Those memories haunted Santo now, each one a knife twisting
Sunny’s lips attacked Santo's in a fierce kiss, taking him by surprise, she could taste the salt on his lips as well as he could taste hers, his stoic form made her step back sensing that maybe he didn’t want to do this with her Sunny sighed, her chest heaving as she withdrew from him, taking one step backward, she watched as his eyes roamed her face and rested on the lips that were just in his, and without warning he Leaned in, brushing his lips against hers in a tender kiss that quickly deepened. Their mouths moved together with the ease and passion of lovers who knew each other intimately.Sunny’s hands roamed over Santo’s chest, her fingers tracing the familiar lines of his muscles. His skin was warm beneath her touch, and she felt a thrill of anticipation as his hands began to explore her body. They moved with practiced grace, each touch, each caress sparking a fire that spread through her veins.Santo’s lips traveled from her mouth to her neck, planting soft, lingering kisses a
The soft light of the morning sun filters through the curtains. Santo and Sunny are lying in bed, tangled in the sheets. Sunny lazily traces patterns on Santo’s chest, his eyes were closed so she couldn’t help but stare at his calm, peaceful form, the same form that shed tears in front of her yesterday, the same form that groaned in pleasure as he rammed into her, he suddenly stirred, his eyes slowly opened to meet her’s, sunny cleared her throat, trying to disperse of the dirty thoughts running through her head “Morning, Sunshine. Sleep well?” Santo asked lowly. His fingers meet with her skin, slowly tracing it, sending shivers through her spine and making goosebumps appear on her skin.Sunny smiled, “Like a baby. Though I think I could sleep another few hours after last night,” she said, running her fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp, emitting a low groan from him.Santo grinned, “Oh, really? Because I distinctly remember you saying you could go all night,” he teased,
Sunny stood still in front of Rosa’s door, every muscle in her brain telling her to go in, but she couldn’t, not because she was mad at her, not because she hated her, no, sunny knew well enough the power of manipulation, that’s a story that’s not worth getting into today. What she didn’t want to see was a devastated Rosa. Rosa was as soft as she was tough and this kind of people are always easier to break.“The door’s not gonna open itself, you know,” Aldo said as he walked towards her, stopping right beside her. He leaned against the wall, his eyes flicked from the door to her “I’m just scared she’s not gonna let me in, she’s not gonna wanna talk to me,” sunny said, her fingers playing with each other “She should be grateful, if anything,” Aldo said, leaving Sunny confused as she stared at him.“What do you mean?" She directed her attention to him and asked.“Well, you spoke to Santo, and he knew killing Rosa was gonna break you, so he didn’t,” Aldo said, kissing his teeth Loweri
Sunny could’ve sworn she thought Santo was just exaggerating when he said he wasn’t gonna let her out of his sight, and when he told her in the helicopter that he was gonna make sure he had eyes and ears on her, she thought he was just being funny, but now seated at the back of a black van parked right across from her house where Judy was said to be last seen she had to watch with her mouth shut as a mic was taped to her and a button was given to her to push in case of emergencies“It’s Judy Santo not a cold-blooded assassin, the only thing she could hurt, is a fly if it’s already dying, and that’s after crying for it,” sunny said staring at Santo as he sat on a seat watching as his people prepped her up “It’s not Judy I’m worried about,” Santo said “Well, if Silvio’s on the run, I doubt she’ll come here,” sunny said, making santo sigh“Well, there’s nothing like being too safe, is there?” He asked, making her scoff in annoyance.“Coast is clear, she just went upstairs” one of santo
ALDO'S POVAldo stood by the door watching as the helicopter landed smoothly on the helipad, the first one to hop off was a very devastating looking sunny who without a word walked past him, santo followed silently behind her.. Aldo looked at the two couple as they walked away, he wasn’t sure if that was what they were yet but he knew it was only a matter of time. He turned back to the helicopter the man he knew he was falling for gave commands to some of the men before walking towards the house, Rico didn’t know who he was, or he did but he didn’t want to admit it, Aldo didn’t know, but Every time they talk, Every time their skin brush against each other Aldo knows he feels something and he knew Rico feels it too“Assuming it was a disaster?” Aldo said, his eyes glued to Rico’s“A mega one, we know Judy will stop poking around but sunny doesn’t feel so alright after her conversation with her,” Rico said “Yeah, we know how intense some conversations can be,” Aldo said, referring to
Judy sat on the edge of the bed, her trembling hands clutching an old photograph. It was one of her and Sunny, taken years ago when their smiles were genuine and their bond unbreakable—or so she had thought. Now, tears streamed down her face, blurring the image of their once-happy faces. Her chest felt tight, each breath a struggle as the weight of Sunny’s rejection pressed down on her. She couldn’t believe it. After everything she’d gone through to find her, to reunite with the person she once considered her closest friend, it all ended in this. A cold dismissal. A door slammed shut.Judy’s heart throbbed with anger and hurt. “Why did I even bother?” she whispered to herself, her voice raw and thick with emotion. She threw the photograph aside, watching it flutter to the floor like a fallen leaf. She buried her face in her hands, the sobs wracking her body as she struggled to contain the storm of emotions brewing inside her. How could Sunny do this to her? After everything? What was
The night sky was a blanket of deep indigo, punctuated by the dim twinkle of distant stars. The ocean, stretching endlessly before Sunny, mirrored the heavens above, with the occasional ripple of waves shimmering under the moonlight. The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of salt and the distant sound of waves crashing softly against the shore.Sunny stood on the edge of a rocky cliff, staring out at the dark expanse of the sea. Her heart was heavy, a throbbing pain that resonated with every beat. The ocean, so vast and seemingly endless, felt like a perfect reflection of the turmoil inside her. She had left Judy, her best friend, in a way that felt so cruel, so final. The memory of Judy’s shocked heartbroken face haunted her, the hurt in her eyes as she walked away still burning in her mind.She had told herself it was for Judy’s safety, for the safety of the Santos family, Rico, Rosa and everyone in the mansion and perhaps, in a way, for her own as well. But that reasoning felt