17-year-old Isabella"Mama, I don't understand the sudden rush"I speak over my mom's frantic movements, her quick assurance to let me know that everything she's doing is basically non-negotiable. Nothing she ever does is without thinking it through properly. She has to do her checklists, and she needs to do them months in advance if I remember correctly, but I know that this move is going to shit one way or the other."Por Amor de Dios, Isabella, Simplemente Empaca to habiticón y apaga ese telefono," which basically translates to 'For goodness sakes, Isabella, just pack up your room and switch that phone off,' and which also means..."Shut up and let me do this my way"Yes, boss.Leaving my mother to the kitchen and living room, I make my way upstairs and find myself locking my bedroom door. I live in a lovely town in Malaga, Spain, and I have been raised here all of my life, so moving to America...it's a lot to deal with.I'd like to think that my mother is doing this solely for chan
23-Year-Old Isabella: A few weeks before her 24th birthday4 years have gone by so fast.College wasn't as fun and relaxing as I thought it was going to be. I still have flashbacks about waking up and being taken to the hospital by a very regretful and tearful Jodi, but she is still my best friend, and I never blamed her for any of the trauma I went through.Everything on top of the trauma just added to the stress. Constant preps for exams, the idea of becoming something other than a simple student or a nobody in a world where you are expected to have travelled earth just for a part-time sales assistant, the pressure it puts on newly grads, and these ideas I wanted to have to create a life for me and my mom always get thrown to the forefront of my mind because I don't want her working for so long. I want her to retire and enjoy her life.I owe her everything; she raised me and stood by me when things became that difficult at college; she watched me burn myself out, held my hand when I
"Have you lost your absolute small mind, Lorenzo?" My sister's voice snaps me out of my stupor of making sure my weapons are reloaded."What is it, Sophia?""I've just had Pops on the phone telling me my flight is booked for Italy""Yeah? And what's the problem?" There is no problem. She hasn't been home in months and refuses to tell us why. She moved here a few years ago, leaving her friends and everyone behind, but never gave a specific reason as to why she left, so I made the choice for her."Yes, there's a bloody problem, Lorenzo. I'm old enough to make my own choices and I don't need you making them for me," she snaps. She's definitely got the Italian anger. It rolls off us all in waves."I know and I'm sorry. Grammes and mom have been in about you not visiting, and it kind of made me feel bad for having you here and working you to much" It was a blatant lie, but she doesn't need to know that."Don't bring your pity party with you, will you" she says as she huffs and sits down."
"Isabella, sweetheart, she's gone"Hearing Miranda say this was Ice water as my wake-up call every morning, I replay those words Miranda whispered to me that afternoon. They seem to be the only words I have stuck in my head as I watched my mother's chest finally slow down. Tears broke free and the guttural cry that left me broke me even more because it wasn't me.Evie was there and Miranda was there but I was so alone that I wouldn't have minded a simple out at that moment.But I couldn't leave my only living relatives behind because I simply couldn't cope. So instead of the fear I had about being alone or feeling exhausted by that feeling, I did the one thing I knew would work... I shut it out. I shut down and I left the living room once they took my mom."Izzy, please eat. You need to eat" Every single waking moment Evie would have a bottle of water for me and something snack-ish. I wasn't hungry but somehow I couldn't voice those words."Cody's here," she said so softly while putti
"Moron?" I ask with a feeling of amusement. No one has ever dared to call me a moron, and if she's one of Cody's many hookups, then I won't be very happy about it.Something about her screams 'Mine' without actually screaming the words out."She got you there," Cody says as he pats my shoulder on a chuckle.I hadn't even introduced myself to her when she hurried out of the cafe with a fucking salute my way. Turning around, I'm face-to-face with 13 grown men laughing."Yeah, yeah, keep fucking laughing," I grow as I take my seat next to Dante, who only nudges me harder."Is she going to be a problem?" I ask Cody as everyone else falls silent."Who?""Your fucking hookup," I snap, losing the will to live right now."That woman that just left? Isabella?"Isabella.Now I know her name, I feel like it's going to be imprinted in my brain for a while."Yes, you moron" and when all my men burst out laughing, I realised her term for calling Me the moron and I've just referred to one of my men
"Well, you're in my room and I wasn't expecting you I was expecting Evie" she says as if I'm supposed to care who she was supposed to be waiting for.Granted... if she had told me that she was waiting for a man to come to her room and she was wearing that then I'd probably have had an issue.No one knows I'm here except my trusted men, and Cody is protective over his sister, who is currently dating my cousin, Luca, and his cousin, who is currently standing with her hands on her hips, watching me like a hawk.I don't say anything; I simply shut the door and lean against the wall. My suit is still in pristine condition, and my basic need to let some relief out is washed away by all that I have learned about this woman today.She's mysterious and I don't mind a bit of mystery let alone something that comes with beauty and fire. She's just what I need in life."Are you just going to stand there or are you here for a reason?"I keep silent once again because I don't know what else to do. I
Early sunlight shines through my hotel room, making me sit up straighter with a fresh mind and a relaxed body.Memories of last night flood my brain, and I can't help the smile that flows freely off my face. I haven't allowed a man to touch me since that night, and I can't believe I didn't even stay awake long enough to make sure he was alright.God, who am I kidding? Of course he's alright... he's a bloody boss for crying out loud.After checking my watch for the time, I realise I have half an hour till I have to be at the Winchesters place for our viewing and to go over set designs that they have asked I could create for them.I notice my phone is on charge, and I know I didn't do that, and when I click on it for the Home screen, I see a few messages on there.Evie: So sorry I didn't make it last night I got swamped with some problems. Looking at removals on ears because my boyfriend doesn't listen.I will stop by tonight and we can check in.Me: Ha! Don't worry, I fell asleep by 9:
True to my word, I met up with Elena when I got home, and don't get me wrong, I love the girl. She's like my family. She and Evie are the sisters I never had and when I got home, she was already in my home, on my sofa, drinking my wine."Okay, so you're already here, and you're already halfway through my wine. What the hell has happened?" I ask her as I sit next to her and take the glass from her hands so I can have a drink."I don't even know. Dad asked me to meet him in his office and told me that Novikov had issued a truce with the Italians and as his second in command, he basically... He f*ck*ng sold me Izz... he told me""Novikov... that's... ""He's a giant arsehole. When my uncle does or wants something, he f*ck*ng gets it." she quips, as well as taking her wine glass from me once again."You've met him?""Of course I have. Alexei is the bratva. No one messes with him," she says, but I keep going back to my conversation with my mom just before she passed."My sweet girl. I have