Ezabella Viper...I sat tense in the back seat of the car, my left shoulder firmly pressed against the door. I kept my eyes on my hands, unwilling to look at anything that might draw my anxiety out.My sock-covered toes wiggled with tension the further we drove away from the apartment building. I couldn't find comfort sitting on the rather comfortable chair, my back too hunched from trying to make myself look much smaller and unnoticeable.I couldn't understand why Jacopo Nicolo decided to drag me out of the apartment. Fear of the location of where he was taking me made me even more anxious to the point that the second he spoke, I forgot to grab my shoes and my phone. I assumed something horrible awaited me, and it was all because I chose to follow Ella Smith out of the apartment even though he didn't want me to leave.A phone rung in the car, disturbing the suffocating silence, and Jacopo reached into the inside of his chest pocket to pick it up.I played with my fingers, draw
A low drum made my head hurt. The driver was choosing to listen to his boss by staying in the car, but he was drumming his fingers against the steering wheel nonstop, and it was starting to make my head hurt.The beat continued without skipping a single second, the rhythm turning wilder and louder.I wanted to tell him to stop, but I didn't have enough courage to do so. So I kept my words to myself and sat still, my eyes cast outward at the window and taking in the flowers plated across from the front door of the mansion.I was trying to keep my mind busy to distract myself from the disturbance in the car, when the drumming suddenly stopped.I moved my eyes to the front of the car, thankful for the silence. But I looked up and saw that the diver was looking at me through the rear view mirror.I immediately tensed where I sat, seeing a certain emotion in his eyes, one I was unable to understand before it disappeared."You're Ezabella Viper, aren't you?" He asked.For some reason, I fe
My head was spinning. All I could think about was the man who snuck into the Fimbar mansion, and my mind was presenting me with images of Helena Fimbar dead, or really scarred for life.I had glanced at Jacopo Nicolo multiple times, contemplating whether or not I should tell him what I saw. Each time I would open my lips to speak, the words would get stuck in my throat and form a painful lump, preventing me from speaking my mind.The tension in the car was tense as ever, contributing to my fear of telling Jacopo Nicolo what I witnessed.The drive lasted for another hour before the car started slowing down.I looked out the window and saw that we were pulling up into the parking lot of a small bar. Connor was once again waiting for Jacopo in his car, and the second we arrived, he hopped out of the car.Jacopo opened the door and hopped out, and together, the two walked into the bar.Once again, he left with the driver, and he started drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, an
Jacopo Nicolo...The investigation was not kind to us. Cane and I had an interesting talk with the Fimbars. Before entering the mansion, Cane and I discussed that we would have a conversation with the mother and father separately in different rooms before we would pay Helena Fimabr a visit.I spoke to the mother, Piper Fimabr, and every cell in my body was annoyed with her to the point that I almost reached for my gun.I'd asked her a simple and straight forward question that required a simple and straightforward answer. But she would take her sweet time fabricating stories I didn't need or even asked for.I'd asked her when was the last time she had seen her son Alex Fimbar, and the old woman would start ger answer by blaming her daughter-in-law."My son has been quite stressed lately. That worthless wife of his has been sucking the life out of him. Ever since he married her a few weeks ago, he has been miserable. I know he barely sleeps at night with her in his bed. She doesn't
I drove around the nearby places as slowly as I could, casting looks towards the streets to see if I could find her walking around.Throughout the entire search, I was wondering as to why that woman would run away. If her main purpose was to build a trap on the web, then why did she need to run away?I wondered if maybe it was because she needed time to meet up with someone, but that didn't make much sense, since I surprised her by taking her out of the apartment when she least expected it.I tried to make sense of it, but nothing seemed to come to mind.The search lasted about an hour before I received a call from Cane.I answered the phone, feeling unease, and hoped that he would find her, since I obviously couldn't."Tell me you found her." I called out the second I pressed the phone against my scarred ear."Worried about your wife, I see..." He commented, the mockery ringing in his voice."Cane!" I hissed, moving my car to the side to park."Yes..." He finally replied. "I found h
Ezabella Viper...My ears were ringing, my guts twisting, and my entire body shivering. I was having a hard time comprehending what happened in the last few hours. From waking up to Ella Smith's phone call to Jacopo Nicolo taking me out of his apartment, from witnessing a thief sneaking into the Fimbar's mansion to almost getting sold... Everything was too much.All I wanted was a warm... no, a scorching hot shower, and then get a long sleep. All I wanted to do was forget that everything happened, but I still couldn't stop myself from remembering.I recalled hiding behind the dumpster, the little shadow it cast, hiding me from the outside world. I remember watching the people walking by without noticing me. I remember how low need felt and how scared I was.I recalled watching the time go by and the day darken. It truly terrified me. I thought I was lost forever. It might have been a silly thought for an adult, but it still didn't stop me from feeling a gut twisting nerve.I
I ended up dragging myself to the deserted living room to have some rest, and the second I'd slid under the warm covers and my head rested against the fluffy pillow, I was immediately lights out.Despite getting the long sleep I was desperate for, I did not get the rest that my body and mind needed.I'd slept through a horrible nightmare, my mind forcing me to see a fusion of what happened over a year ago and what could have happened the previous day.I'd startled away three times throughout the night, desperate to run away from the nightmare. But then, I would fall right back on my pillow and sleep, only to continue the nightmare I had stopped.I knew the sun had risen when I heard movements in the apartment, mostly in the open kitchen. I gave the elevator doors my back, pretending to still be asleep so I wouldn't be interrogated by him again.Tucking my hands under my head, I closed my eyes and followed the sound of his soft footsteps as he walked about.I heard the door of the frid
I stood in front of the open fridge, looking at the items as I did the day before. Except, the eggs were double the numbers they were the previous day.It made me wonder when Jacopo had restocked. There were a lot more fruit than there were before as well, including avocados, oranges, grapes, and more watermelon, strawberries, and apples.I didn't want to eat strawberries again, craving actual food that wasn't sweet. I wondered if he would be mad if I took an egg or two... or maybe three.I reached in, deciding to heck with it. I was having some eggs.I took three eggs out, along with a bottom of sparkling water, and closed the fridge.I walked back to the counter where I had left my phone. I tapped the screen with the tip of my pinky finger, checking if there was any notification I had not noticed. It was about thirty minutes since I called Ella to tell her about what I had seen, and I was hoping she would call me right away after she found out what happened to Helena Fimbar. But the
Ezabella Viper...I didn't want to stay home hiding in my room, which was a new behavior in this house. Staying at home meant that I was going to draw in my thoughts that I was going to think about everything that went wrong in my life. I would think about how Jacopo's car is no longer parked in my driveway. I would think about the way he reacted when my father let slip about the pregnancy, trying to figure out what every tik of his facial muscle meant.I had lunch with my father, and I returned to my room to pull comfortable shoes on so I could go on a walk, or even drop by the places I wanted to revisit since I returned to this city.I had the three sonogram tucked in my bag, along with my phone and the library card I have from over a year ago, in case it still works, making my way down the stairs to quietly leave."Where are you going?" My father's voice stopped me mid hall.I turned around and glanced at him."I'm going out for a walk." I replied."By yourself?" He shot back,
I had lost track of time when I finally entered the city. I drove straight to the apartment building and stopped the car right in front of the front entrance. I pushed the door open without even turning the engine off and ran towards the front entrance, not bothering to shut the door.I ran to the elevator, and the short wait until the doors opened. I jumped in, pressing the number that would lead me to my mother's floor with such a force that I was sure it almost fell off.My hands were shaking as I looked up at the numbers change with each floor I passed.When the doors finally opened after what felt like a lifetime, I sprinted out of the elevator.My target was my mother's apartment, and my heart leaped into my throat when I found the door left wildly open. I ran past it."Mom!" I called out, running around the obviously empty apartment, not willing to accept the fact that she was in danger."MOM!" I stopped in the center of the living room, my eyes burning with tears of anger and
Jacopo Nicolo...Shock would be an understatement for what I was feeling after I found out that Eza was pregnant. And it all started making even more sense.The way she just got up and came to her father's house, the way she confronted me while looking at me hopeful to hear something better that me telling her that it didn't matter, her thinking that there was a possibility that I might hurt her... it all makes sense. I could see why she didn't want to talk to me face to face because I just knew she would think that it was what I wanted to get so I would be able to leave.She couldn't be any more wrong to think that way, but I was the reason why she assumed any of that would be true.I wanted to kick myself for letting them drive off and not insisting on following. I needed to be there for her, and that was exactly what I was planning to do when I hopped back into my car and fired up the engine. But I didn't even get to drive off the property before my phone started ringing. I a
Ezabella Viper..."I told you that I wasn't ready for him to find out yet." I commented, keeping my eyes out the window at my side, refusing to look at my father after he just told Jacopo that I'm pregnant.Early this morning, I decided that I wanted to take Connor's advice and tell my father about the pregnancy. He was already in the kitchen making himself a cup of coffee when I came down looking for him. I was extremely hesitant to tell him about the pregnancy because I already felt like I knew how he was going to react, and I was not going to be hesitant.I didn't even wish him a good morning before I blurted out "I'm pregnant" out of nowhere.He and I had stared at each other for a few awkward seconds, and I had to wonder whether or not he had heard me the first time."I said..." I'd started, but it was obvious that he had heard me with the look he gave me."I heard you." He replied, anger laced in his voice."Did he force himself in you?" Was his next question, one met wit
I stared up at her for a few minutes and then down at my phone, waiting to get a reply from her.But it never came.I typed out a text, deciding that yelling up at her was not helping my case."I'm sorry." I typed. "I'm truly sorry for ever making you feel unsafe with me. But Eza, I would never, ever, think about hurting you again. I swear it."I sent it before I looked up at her.Her eyes were planted on her phone, probably reading the text I just sent her.Exhaustion was evident of her face, and I looked down to check the time and saw that it was half past one.I let out another sigh. The last thing I wanted after coming here against her will was to make her stay up late when she clearly looked like she could use some sleep. And while I wanted to apologize until she would forgive me, I knew I needed to back off a bit and let her sleep."I'll leave you for tonight. Sleep, Eza." I sent before looking up at her.Eza was already staring at me, and her shoulder leaned against the frame
Jacopo Nicolo...I paced back and forth in front of my car, tension building in my entire body.I drove like a man man from my apartment to the city. I just needed to see her, to talk to her, to apologize like I should have from the beginning.Yes, she told me she needed time away from me. But I could not, for the life of me, spend time away from her like that.The cold tone in her voice when she said she needed time kept ringing in my ears.She left me, and I pushed her to do so. I can't blame anyone but myself for that.I just hopped she would hear me out and give me a chance. I will stand outside the house all night if I have to.The front door opened again, and Victor returned. He looked just as displease as he was when I first pulled up at his house, demanding that I turned around and drive right back where I came from unless I wanted to get killed. "Yeah, you need to leave." He said, letting me know that he has confirmed with Eza that she doesn't want me here."Bella wants
"I'm..." I started, my voice coming put hesitantly."Where are you, Eza?" He asked again, sounding slightly calmer than he did a minute ago."I'm home." I replied."Home where, Eza? I looked everywhere for you." He asked."I'm not at the apartment, Jacopo. I'm at my father's house." My reply was met with utter silence, and I almost wondered if the call was disconnected had I not listened to his labored breath."What... What do you mean?" He asked. "What do you mean you're at your father's house?" "That's exactly what it means, Jacopo. I'm in Viper City. I arrived a few hours ago." I replied, feeling my stomach turn as I tried to keep a neutral voice.Another short silence fell between us before I heard him speak."Do you want me to come get you... or, or is Victor driving you back?" He asked.It was a carefully crafted question. What he really wanted to ask and get as an answer was whether I was coming back or not.I let out a soft sigh."I'm not coming back, Jacopo. At least, not f
Ezabella Viper... I sat behind at my desk, looking downbat the open notebook in front of me. I'd sat down to make plans earlier, but I grew too exhusted and ended up dozing off, only to wake up to a drooled on empty paper. I ripped that page off and threw in on the floor before I picked up my pen and tried to write my plans down again. The only thing I got out of me was to pay the hospital a visit to have my baby checked. That was pretty much it. I glanced towards the window and was pretty disappointed to see that it was already dark. I was hoping to get a check up today. I guess that will have to wait till tomorrow. A soft knock pulled my attention towards the door. "Yes?" I called out. The door was pushed open, revealing my father. "You haven't left your room for the rest of the day." He commented. I glanced down at my notebook, slowly closing it. "I had some things to do." I replied. "Plus, I dozed off." He nodded his head. "Some of our people are here for dinner. Do you wan
I thought about stopping by my mother's apartment to check on her and my wife, to see her one more time before I go out on a hunt, but something kept stopping me.I ended up leaving the apartment building without going through with it, driving to the location we said we were going to meet up, which was a parking lot in a safe distance from the casino.I caught Elijah's car parked in a distance, so I parked right next to him. I saw his car doors open, not just the drivers side, but also the passenger side. And who do I see with him?Freaking Miles the snitch.I got out of my car with a growl forming in my throat. I slammed my car shut, rounding up the front to meet them face to face."What the heck were you thinking bringing him here?" I snapped, glaring at Elijah and Miles."He can help. You know he can." Elijah replied."Besides, I have been put on the side lines for way too long. None of this would have happened if Dante had just let me do my job. But no, he got to suck up to those