Marcelo~"You bastard! I'll make you pay for this." I cracked a smile at a seething Alberto, as he threatened fire and brimstones. It was a freaking comical sight."We haven't got all night, old man!" I taunted, as one of my men pressed a gun against the back of his head.There were documents in front of him, documents waiting to be signed, so I can assume full ownership of this place. I told him I was going to take everything from him, and I was making good on that promise.I watched his hands tremble, as he held a pen against the papers, beads of sweat running down his face.After much hesitation, he finally signed the papers, and I gleefully took them from him."What now?" He asked, glaring daggers at me."Are you going to kill me?" "You know I have a treaty with the Black Dragon. You can't touch me!"I let out a chuckle at his words. For a man like Alberto, death was too easy a path. A bullet to his head would definitely do the job, but I wasn't willing to let him off my hook so
A/N: Wonderful readers! please I'd like to beg you guys to bear with my shortage of chapters, as I'm currently very sick. However, I'm still trying to make sure I don't stop writing. I'll get better soon, and I promise to make it up to you all with better,longer chapters...oh, and new characters too!Marcelo~"Sounds to me like you're giving suggestions, and I might just take them." I spat venomously in his face."You don't scare me, kid!" He dared to smirk at me, despite the fact that his life was literally in my hands."I know exactly how you were made.""Deep down, we both know you're still the same weak..." He whispered with so much hate."... pathetic, mummy's boy!" At those words, I landed a punch on his face, sending him falling backwards.It would be way too easy for me to continue hitting him till he was no longer breathing, but I refrained myself from doing so. I had something worse, planned out for him."Pick him up!" I grunted out to my men, and two of them hurriedly gra
Emilia~"Mom!" A younger version of myself, called out to my mother."What is it, Emil?" She answered from the kitchen, annoyance evident in her voice.Of course I didn't read any meaning into my mother's harsh intonation. I was just too excited, as today happened to be a very important day in my life. It was my graduation from highschool."Today is my graduation, remember?" I asked, running up to my mother, who was still busy cooking up a storm.My stomach instantly growled at the sight of the freshly made pancakes and eggs. Mother was always such a good cook."Oh!" Was my mother's only response to what I just told her, and my expression immediately morphed into a frown.She didn't remember?"You and Dad are coming, right?" I asked, still trying to hold on to whatever hope I had in me.I watched my mother carry on with what she was doing, not in any hurry to answer my question. She had always seen me as some... disturbance."You know your father is tied down with work." She finally
Emilia~Despite the fact that I was famished, I found myself picking at the food in front of me. I was slowly loosing my appetite, as I watched "Isabella" flirt shamelessly with Marcelo.Not able to take it anymore, I decided to call their attention by clearing my throat really loudly. They both turned their heads to look at me almost immediately."If you both don't mind, I'm trying to have breakfast here." I said, plastering a saccharine grin on my face."...and you're ruining it for me, with those disgusting remarks." Now I was staring right at a grinning Isabella, who seemed to be amused by my sudden outburst. Marcelo on the other hand, wore his usual emotionless mask."Oh I'm sorry... didn't see you there." Isabella suddenly spoke up, smiling through her fake apology."I think it's quite nice, that Marcelo allows his maid to eat at the same table." I frowned at her words, knowing exactly what she was trying to imply. "I am NOT his maid!" I declared firmly, slamming my hands on
Emilia~I didn't know there were suburbs in Sicily, until this very moment. My eyes were widened in awe of the scenery around us.Martinez had suggested that we avoid using any of the expensive cars, so as not to attract attention from the wrong people. Apparently, this place didn't exactly have the reputation for housing the nicest residents.I followed closely behind Martinez, who kept taking long, confident strides, like he owned this neighborhood. Stench of cigarettes and decaying refuse filled the air, and I scrunched up my nose in disgust.Martinez had a black, knee-length coat on, his hands buried deep in his pockets. I on the other hand, had an oversized hoodie, which I used to cover most of my face. Remembering what happened that night, at Alberto's auction, it made sense why I had to cover my face. Somehow, being associated with Marcelo had made me more popular than I'd normally like. They all knew me to be Marcelo's property."Relax your shoulders. You look tense." Martine
Emilia~"Sorry!" I muttered, as I hurriedly brushed past a number of people.I simultaneously kept my eyes on Chloe, as she kept moving even faster. Her blonde hair kept blowing in the wind, making her a little easier to spot.Every once in a while, she'd look back and see me closing in on her. She would then resort to hurling any object she can find around, right at me. She had gotten quite crafty, I'd give her that."Can you just..." I groaned out in frustration, as I jumped over a trash can that she hurled at me.At this point, I wasn't sure I was going to be able to find my way back to Martinez. I had been running a really long way from the bar."...stop for a moment?!" I screamed at the top of my already burning lungs, as I watched Chloe run into where seemed to be an old, abandoned building.I followed her without thinking twice, and I found out that it had another door leading to the backyard. Immediately I stepped through the said door, I was hit on the head by something tha
Marcelo~"Get out of the way, Em!" I growled.Emilia stood protectively in front of Martinez, stopping me from putting a bullet in his brain.I don't like to be disobeyed, and even my own consigliere was not an exception. He knew the rules, but still went ahead to break them. I'm pretty sure he was prepared for the consequences that are bound to follow."You'll have to kill me first." Emilia spat defiantly, stepping closer to me.I'd admit that I was a little taken aback by her sudden boldness, as I had never seen her step up to me...at least, not in this manner. It made me a little jealous of the fact that she was willing to put her life on the line for another man; another man that wasn't me.The tension in the room thickened, and nobody dared to utter a word, or even so much as breathe the wrong way. A number of my men were gathered, all watching and waiting to see how I'd handle this case of clear disregard on my authority. Even Isabella was watching with keen interest.Taking in
Emilia~Deciding that I had spent enough time in the bathtub, I carefully crept out, dropping water onto the bathroom floor.I reached for a nearby towel, which I used to dry my hair thoroughly. The blow-dryer would have been a better option, but I've always had a phobia of that device.I hummed softly to myself, as I casually wrapped another towel around my lower body, before deciding to exit the bathroom.I stepped into my main bedroom, and I was instantly startled by the sight of a very shirtless Marcelo, sitting on the bed, with a copy of my magazines in his hand.He raised up his head to grin at me, and my stomach instantly did a somersault. What does he want now?Feeling self-conscious of the fact that I was in nothing but a towel, I shifted my weight from one feet to the other, not really knowing how to react."I brought a peace offering." He announced, holding up a white plastic bag.Really? Ice-cream? I arched an eyebrow, as he unveiled the contents of the plastic bag. He wa
Emilia~"I know you want to try it on." Marcelo whispered from behind me, as I stared at a dress that I found to be really provocative.I wondered who in their right minds would want to wear something like that."What? Me? No way!" I blurted out, as I was being pulled from my train of thoughts.My face was already turning red in embarrassment, and Marcelo wasn't helping with how he stared at me."It will look perfect on you." He persisted, coming closer to me.I could feel his hot breath on my neck, as he brushed up against me from behind.Dirty glances were cast our way, by a few people who also seemed to be shopping. However, the staff were busy directing them away from us."I'll look like a slut in it." I argued, frowning at a mental image of myself in the said dress.I was snapped back to the present, at the feeling of Marcelo's hardness poking my butt. I was suddenly starting to feel so much heat, despite the fact that the entire place was well ventilated."Mmm... imagine how ea
Emilia~It's been over twenty minutes since Martinez left me by myself in this car. I was growing increasingly impatient and upset, not knowing if I should keep waiting, or go drag him out myself.Something tells me he's doing this because of Marcelo. He probably doesn't want to risk getting on Marcelo's bad side again, so he's intentionally avoiding me.He was supposed to drive me to the clothe store, as I really wanted to get something for Chloe. It's been two days now, and I haven't given her anything decent to wear.Deciding I'd wasted enough time waiting for Martinez, I made up my mind to go into the house and fish him out.However, just as the thought occurred to me, the driver's door suddenly clicked open. Instead of Martinez, a smiling Marcelo ushered himself into the vehicle, much to my surprise.I frowned at him, wanting an explanation for what was going on."Martinez won't be able to make it." He stated.The smug look on his face really pissed me off, and I tried to imagine
Emilia~"You kidnapped her?!" I shrieked in disbelief, at a smug looking Marcelo."What? Martinez is allowed to help, and I'm not?" He asked, before casually walking into the room."Doesn't seem fair." I glared at him, as my sister kept struggling on the chair and letting out muffled screams. I was willing to bet that she was swearing alot."Damn...she's a lot feistier than I remember." Marcelo remarked, as he bent down beside my Chloe, to look her in the eyes.The latter made several attempt to break free from her restraints, and probably jump on him. She was like a very angry, rabid dog."What if the police hears of this, or worse..." I questioned, feeling my anxiety get the better of me."...her people decides to come looking for her?" Marcelo let out a scoff, like I had just said the most ridiculous thing. He stood back up, to his full height, before walking towards me."You have very little faith in me, Em!" He whispered, just within a few inches from my ear."Nobody is coming
Emilia~Deciding that I had spent enough time in the bathtub, I carefully crept out, dropping water onto the bathroom floor.I reached for a nearby towel, which I used to dry my hair thoroughly. The blow-dryer would have been a better option, but I've always had a phobia of that device.I hummed softly to myself, as I casually wrapped another towel around my lower body, before deciding to exit the bathroom.I stepped into my main bedroom, and I was instantly startled by the sight of a very shirtless Marcelo, sitting on the bed, with a copy of my magazines in his hand.He raised up his head to grin at me, and my stomach instantly did a somersault. What does he want now?Feeling self-conscious of the fact that I was in nothing but a towel, I shifted my weight from one feet to the other, not really knowing how to react."I brought a peace offering." He announced, holding up a white plastic bag.Really? Ice-cream? I arched an eyebrow, as he unveiled the contents of the plastic bag. He wa
Marcelo~"Get out of the way, Em!" I growled.Emilia stood protectively in front of Martinez, stopping me from putting a bullet in his brain.I don't like to be disobeyed, and even my own consigliere was not an exception. He knew the rules, but still went ahead to break them. I'm pretty sure he was prepared for the consequences that are bound to follow."You'll have to kill me first." Emilia spat defiantly, stepping closer to me.I'd admit that I was a little taken aback by her sudden boldness, as I had never seen her step up to me...at least, not in this manner. It made me a little jealous of the fact that she was willing to put her life on the line for another man; another man that wasn't me.The tension in the room thickened, and nobody dared to utter a word, or even so much as breathe the wrong way. A number of my men were gathered, all watching and waiting to see how I'd handle this case of clear disregard on my authority. Even Isabella was watching with keen interest.Taking in
Emilia~"Sorry!" I muttered, as I hurriedly brushed past a number of people.I simultaneously kept my eyes on Chloe, as she kept moving even faster. Her blonde hair kept blowing in the wind, making her a little easier to spot.Every once in a while, she'd look back and see me closing in on her. She would then resort to hurling any object she can find around, right at me. She had gotten quite crafty, I'd give her that."Can you just..." I groaned out in frustration, as I jumped over a trash can that she hurled at me.At this point, I wasn't sure I was going to be able to find my way back to Martinez. I had been running a really long way from the bar."...stop for a moment?!" I screamed at the top of my already burning lungs, as I watched Chloe run into where seemed to be an old, abandoned building.I followed her without thinking twice, and I found out that it had another door leading to the backyard. Immediately I stepped through the said door, I was hit on the head by something tha
Emilia~I didn't know there were suburbs in Sicily, until this very moment. My eyes were widened in awe of the scenery around us.Martinez had suggested that we avoid using any of the expensive cars, so as not to attract attention from the wrong people. Apparently, this place didn't exactly have the reputation for housing the nicest residents.I followed closely behind Martinez, who kept taking long, confident strides, like he owned this neighborhood. Stench of cigarettes and decaying refuse filled the air, and I scrunched up my nose in disgust.Martinez had a black, knee-length coat on, his hands buried deep in his pockets. I on the other hand, had an oversized hoodie, which I used to cover most of my face. Remembering what happened that night, at Alberto's auction, it made sense why I had to cover my face. Somehow, being associated with Marcelo had made me more popular than I'd normally like. They all knew me to be Marcelo's property."Relax your shoulders. You look tense." Martine
Emilia~Despite the fact that I was famished, I found myself picking at the food in front of me. I was slowly loosing my appetite, as I watched "Isabella" flirt shamelessly with Marcelo.Not able to take it anymore, I decided to call their attention by clearing my throat really loudly. They both turned their heads to look at me almost immediately."If you both don't mind, I'm trying to have breakfast here." I said, plastering a saccharine grin on my face."...and you're ruining it for me, with those disgusting remarks." Now I was staring right at a grinning Isabella, who seemed to be amused by my sudden outburst. Marcelo on the other hand, wore his usual emotionless mask."Oh I'm sorry... didn't see you there." Isabella suddenly spoke up, smiling through her fake apology."I think it's quite nice, that Marcelo allows his maid to eat at the same table." I frowned at her words, knowing exactly what she was trying to imply. "I am NOT his maid!" I declared firmly, slamming my hands on
Emilia~"Mom!" A younger version of myself, called out to my mother."What is it, Emil?" She answered from the kitchen, annoyance evident in her voice.Of course I didn't read any meaning into my mother's harsh intonation. I was just too excited, as today happened to be a very important day in my life. It was my graduation from highschool."Today is my graduation, remember?" I asked, running up to my mother, who was still busy cooking up a storm.My stomach instantly growled at the sight of the freshly made pancakes and eggs. Mother was always such a good cook."Oh!" Was my mother's only response to what I just told her, and my expression immediately morphed into a frown.She didn't remember?"You and Dad are coming, right?" I asked, still trying to hold on to whatever hope I had in me.I watched my mother carry on with what she was doing, not in any hurry to answer my question. She had always seen me as some... disturbance."You know your father is tied down with work." She finally