Emilia~"Hear that, Miss Anderson?" She whispered to me."They want me to let you go."I whimpered at her words, knowing that no amount of pleas could make her change her mind at this moment. "Please, don't do this!" I begged her, knowing that this could probably end really badly for her, if she decides to go ahead and kill me.Marcelo will never let her live. He will hunt her down like a wolf does to a rabbit, and that's even if she's able to escape the four walls of this mansion in the first place.A hysterical laughter ripped from Mae, and it didn't take an expert to know that she was slowly loosing it. She had been entirely consumed by grief, and I felt more sympathy for her than fear.She was just like me, a big sister trying to look out for her younger one. She was probably filled with a lot of regret and guilt, at the fact that she wasn't able to protect Martha.I would also be vengeful if I were her, but then again, it wasn't going to end well. She could kill me, but that wo
Marcelo~For a moment, I thought I lost her. I thought I was already too late, and it filled me with a mixture of both fear and rage like I've never had before.I had enough rage in me to tear through the door like paper. Punch after punch, till my fists were bleeding. I didn't care about my pain or discomfort. All I cared about was keeping Emilia alive. I didn't understand why I was doing this, but I still didn't see myself reacting any other way. Then there she was, standing over Mae's lifeless body. She had blood splattered all over her face, blood that wasn't hers. Her baby blue eyes, now appeared very dull and lifeless, as a few tear drops fell from them.It's been over two weeks since that incident now, and Emilia still hasn't said a single word to anybody.She would spend most of her time cooped up in the confines of the penthouse. If she wasn't there, she would be down in the middle of the flower fields, where Mae was laid to rest.I was itching to talk to her, to hold her a
Emilia~"I should kill you." "...but you're already doomed with someone like Mr. Del Ponte." Those words kept replaying in my head like a broken record, and so were my last memories of Mae.I had fallen for him. I had fallen for the monster that he had become, and that in itself was a promise of my own downfall. Marcelo could never love me back. At least, not in the way that I love him. Somehow, I had always known this, and I was fine with it.Whatever good, whatever humanity he had, had been totally wrung out of him by his father. There was no saving him, no turning back for him.The fact that I actually thought for once that I could actually change him, was something I now deemed very stupid. Marcelo can not be changed.He would always remain a ferocious beast, that can not be tamed. At least, not by me.Last night, I found myself crawling into his bed again. It wasn't something I was proud of, but I've long realized that I can't help it. Marcelo is my curse, and indulging him, h
Emilia~Mirrors. I've been spending more time in front of mirrors lately.The wonderful thing about mirrors, is not just the fact that they reflect back our image. If one dares to look very closely, you might be able to see more than just mere reflections. I was currently sitting in front of one, absent-mindedly combing my long, brown hair, while Chloe fixated her expectant gaze on me from behind.We had been arguing back and forth about the same topic for days now, and I had no intention of continuing like that. I had already told her she was free to leave, if that was what she wanted."You should come with me." She said again for the umpteenth time, and I resisted the urge to groan in frustration.What part of "I can't" can't she just understand? It has already been established that nobody can possibly save me from Marcelo."I know a place. He will never find us there." She continued with her persuasions.A low, humorless chuckle escaped me at her naivety. A place where Marcelo wo
Emilia~After long hours of travelling, we finally arrive at a small, dusty apartment, in the middle of a quiet, remote town.Sicily was now far behind us, and this here was looking like a new opportunity to start something better. Chloe let out a sneeze in an allergic reaction to the dust, covering almost every surface in this apartment.I noticed that most of the furnitures were made of wood, in contrast to the mansion, where you had expensive glass tables and high quality, leather sofas. I loved the simplicity."Tada!" Chloe sang excitedly, as she raised up the blinds, allowing sunlight to filter properly into the house.I almost laughed out loud at her antics, as she gave the impression of an excited, little girl. There were a few things that appeared to be out of place, but I shrugged of the thought of complaining about them. Since I'll be staying here, I might as well be ready for a whole lot of change. I should be ready to adapt."What do you think?" Chloe was suddenly in fro
Emilia~Mrs. Brooks turned out to be such a sweet person, and I was right about my sister swindling her of her hard earned money."What? How was I supposed to know that she's still alive?" Chloe whined, as I glared daggers at her from across the dining table."How much?" I asked her in a serious tone, hoping that it was going to be an amount we could pay back.Chloe hesitated a bit, before finally blurting out the answer."Ten grands-ish?" She said, and I found myself choking on my own saliva."Ten what?!" I shrieked in utter disbelief, not realizing how loud I was being."Everything okay there?" Mrs. Brooks asked out loud from the kitchen, and I willed myself to come down.Out of the kindness of her heart, she had offered to host us for dinner tonight, as we didn't really get the chance to shop for groceries. I still couldn't fathom why anybody would want to scam an old widow like her."All good, ma'am!" I answered her, still not taking my eyes off Chloe. Mrs. Brooks remained silent
Marcelo~Gone. Emilia was gone.I sat in the large jacuzzi, absent-mindedly smoking my cigar, and ignoring the man in front of me.For some reason, the whole mansion suddenly feels less warmer, and a tad bit darker. Was it because I had gotten so used to having her around? I prefer not to think of it like that.Two separate pair of hands roamed my bare upper body, in a bid to soothe my tensed up muscles.They belonged to the most experienced and erotic masseuses in the whole of Sicily and still, their touch felt nothing like hers. If I were to go ahead and have them both on my bed, I doubt they'd even feel half as good as Emilia too. Yet, I was still somehow able to keep my cool. Emilia's disappearance didn't really come as much of a surprise to me.I let out a puff of smoke, as another one of my men emerged through the giant, double doors.I could already tell what he wanted to say, before he even said it. He was among the few sent out to find Emilia and bring her home. "Boss!" He
Emilia~It's been over a month since we moved into this town, and I was beyond pleased with how life has been treating us here.The people were very nice and welcoming. They almost never had disagreements or conflicts among each other. I didn't know if it was because I was new around here, but they were especially very gentle with me. Chloe on the other hand, seemed to be friends with almost everyone.I later got to find out that Jennie owned the biggest diner in the whole town, and it suddenly made sense how she's such a good cook. With a little persuading, I was able to get her to hire me as a waitress and thus, I landed my first job ever. Although it now meant that Jennie was now my boss and my landlady.I was elated, because since I was a teenager, I had always wanted a job. I had always been interested in the idea of going out every day and making my own money. I wanted to be able to buy whatever I needed for myself, and I finally got that chance through Jennie.A smile stretc
Emilia~"Jesus, Emilia! Who the fuck are these people?!" Jennie shrieked, aiming her shotgun at us."And why are they in my house?" To be fair, I'd also be scared if I was Jennie. This was sometime around midnight and I was breaking into her house with Martinez, holding an injured Marcelo."Please put the gun away, Jennie. I can explain." I said to her, raising up my hands to show her that we were not threats "Oh, you better do!" She hissed, finally lowering her gun and shifting her attention to the two men behind me."Don't even think about it!" She snapped at Martinez, as he attempted lowering Marcelo onto one of the sofas."I don't want no blood stains on my sofa. Come on!" She said, walking towards another room in her apartment.She pushed the door open and beckoned on them to go in. "That's my son's room. You can use it for the night." I smiled gratefully at her, as Martinez led his injured boss towards the said room. I watched him get slowly lowered onto a bed that appeared
Emilia~"We can't take him to the hospital." Martinez spoke up from the driver's seat.I raised my head up to give him a questioning look."Why not?" "Well, this town's medical facilities suck, and the cops would also be there waiting." He answered.I was still quite puzzled about his answer, as a run in with cops has never been a source of worry to Marcelo before. I decided not to ask further questions however.Marcelo's head rested on my laps, and he had a frown on his face with his eyes closed. He was still in so much pain and I wished more than anything to be able to make it stop."Take us to my apartment then. I'll give you directions." I said to Martinez, after a long pause.He seemed to be in agreement with me, and immediately hit the gas pedal to speed up. Once we get home, I was going to have to face an upset Jennie, but I knew she would still be of help. I could try to take care of Marcelo's injuries, but Jennie happens to be way better at it. I just have to find a good w
Emilia~Despite the fact that I was a good distance away from the diner, I still ran as fast as my legs could carry me back there.I spent the whole time thinking about Marcelo and what state I might find him in. I regretted leaving him all by himself, and hoped to at least find him still breathing.The diner soon came into view, and I sped up my steps at the sight of a broken glass door and a small crowd gathered around. Sirens were blaring really loudly in the air, and I could see a couple police officers and paramedics. My heart skipped a beat.I made a beeline towards the scene, jumping over the barricade. Luckily, everyone was too busy to notice me walking into the diner. I wanted see things for myself, I wanted to see if Marcelo was still in there.A body was placed on a stretcher and was carried past me. My eyes instantly widened and I followed after the medical team, trying to take the veil off the body. I was suddenly held back by a cop, who looked down at me with a stern ex
Marcelo~[Flashback]"Weak!" My father shouted at me, as he whipped my open back.I bit down hard in a bid to avoid making any sound, as that would make him start all over again.I was holding onto the desk in front of me, excruciating pain coursing through my entire body. I had failed on my first mission and this was my punishment."Pathetic!" He yelled out again, cracking his whip and landing another hit on me.I shut my eyes tight, as tears threatened to fall from them. If only I was stronger, maybe I'll be able to fight him and make my way out of here.I had realized that he was trying all he could to make me just like him. The pain, the torture and abuse were all tools to make a villain out of me."Keep up like this, and you'll end up like your mother!" He whispered into my ear, making sure to inflict some emotional pain in addition to the physical pain I was already enduring.He knew how sensitive that subject was to me. He knew exactly how it made me tick to hear him speak so l
Emilia~With the hands of a very skilled driver, Chloe quickly put the car on reverse, without even turning to look back. I held my breath, as I sank deeper into my seat.Soon we were driving towards the opposite direction, and that was when I was finally able to make sense of my jumbled up thoughts."You just ran that man over!" I exclaimed, my eyes fixated on the dashboard in alarm of how fast we were going.I also noticed that we were in a Jeep, and it definitely doesn't belong to Jennie. Chloe probably stole it from one of the townsfolk and whoever it was, wasn't going to be too happy about it. I decided not to talk about that though."What was I supposed to do? Give him a cuddle?" Chloe sassed, making me narrow my eyes at her.How she could be so nonchalant about what she just did, was well beyond me. She did save my life though.I noticed there were a few luggage in the backseat of the car, and I was immediately curious about them."Couldn't pack all our stuff. There wasn't much
EmiliaI covered my ears with my hands, as sounds of gunshots echoed through the air. Pete and his fellow henchmen were busy spraying bullets on Marcelo and I, as we hid behind a random counter in the kitchen area.To say Jennie's diner was a wreck would be an understatement, as tables, chairs and even walls now had bullet holes in them. Broken glasses and utensils were all over the place, even as I discreetly tried to crawl to safety.Marcelo pulled me back to himself, pressing me up against the counter, and making me look into his eyes. I tried my best to focus on him, despite the fact that I was finding it difficult to make out his words.Suddenly, Marcelo's grip on my both arms tightened, and he shook me violently. I guess he was trying to shake me out of my panicked state."Emilia, look at me!" He breathed harshly, and I could feel his nails digging into my skin.The gunshots still continued, and it was a surprise that neither of us have been hit yet."I'm going to need you to d
Emilia~I let out another sigh for the umpteenth time tonight.The day was over and I had been saddled with the responsibility of closing the diner for the night. It was actually Chloe's responsibility, but I really don't know where she keeps running off to, these days.Times like this, I wish I had a cellphone or I at least, know how to drive. Now I had to do everything, and still find my way home by myself.I was now going from table to table, collecting all the used dishes and cutleries. I might not be able to wash them all tonight, but I definitely wasn't going to leave them lying there.Something caught my attention from outside the diner, and I raised up my head to look out the glass window. It was the black sedan again, the same car that had followed me all the way home, just the other day. It was parked across from the diner, and I could see a man in black coat, leaning against the front door with a cigarette in his hand.Our eyes met, and instant chills went down my spine. H
Emilia~"Marcelo!" I breathed out shakily, as my body felt like it was on the verge of a breakdown.I had been over the edge for a total of two times already, and Marcelo didn't seem like he was about to stop anytime soon.At this point, my legs felt like they couldn't hold up my weight any longer. With every thrust, they wobbled."Oh, fuck!" I moaned, feeling yet another orgasm."Hold it back." Marcelo grunted, not stopping his for once."Don't you dare cum, until I ask you too." I bit my lips, not really sure about how I was supposed to hold back an orgasm.His cock suddenly slid out of my pussy, making my entire body tremble with ecstasy. A part of me couldn't take anymore of the pleasure, while another part still craved more. Marcelo however, didn't care about the inner conflict I was having with myself, as he slid his way into me again.A humorless laughter escaped my lips, followed by me crying and bawling my eyes out. I still didn't want him to stop, and he didn't."Shit...I
[A/N: Very mature scenes will be coming right up. I don't feel like I should still be warning anybody about this. If you know you are not up to the age of 18, or you can't handle sexually explicit scenes, this book is so not for you.]Emilia~"You need to leave!" I blurted out, suddenly putting some distance between myself and Marcelo.I now realized what he was doing, and I was instantly snapped out of whatever spell he put on me. He was wielding my need as one big weapon. He obviously plans to try and trap me with it, make me forget everything about the freedom I crave so badly. I wasn't going to have it."My sister may be back anytime from now, and she won't be too happy to see you here." Marcelo let out scoff, before coming closer to me again. Every single time he comes this close to me, I find it hard to think properly. It was almost as if he already knew that."What about you, Em?" He whispered huskily, and I felt my nipples harden at the sound."Aren't you happy to see me?"