T:W!Nova Something moves between my legs and I mumble a whine.It thickens and I startle awake. At first, I’m disoriented, my mind foggy with sleep and my response slower than a vintage train.But I don’t get to react.A shadow looms over me, large and threatening. He pulls my legs apart with a strong hand and I open my mouth to shriek, but he slams a palm over it.Terror courses through me and I begin to hyperventilate. My heart thunders to life with frightening intensity.I scream, but the only sound that comes out is a haunted muffled noise.He expertly removes my knickers and I try kicking my legs, but he slaps them, forcing me to remain in place. His finger traces my folds and I close my eyes with shame.“Did you miss me, baby? Mmm. I knew you’d be soaking wet, baby. Were you fantasizing about how I’d come through your window one day and take this fucking cunt?"I shake my head, but I can hardly move it due to his brute strength. God, I can’t believe I’m being turned on by
Nova Grandpa Joseph once told me there will be times when I’ll feel so trapped that a way out seems impossible.I’ll be suffocated.I’ll feel so out of my element as if all the walls are closing in on my heart.He said that if I felt that way, the key is to stay calm, to not let fear seep in.A disaster might or might not kill you, Nova. But being terrified of it would definitely finish you.I wish I had enough access to my brain so I could use it to put Grandpa’s words into perspective.He gave the best advice. I used to wonder if he was really Dad's biological parent. I glare at Leo who has made it his mission to sit on the chair opposite me and watch me like a creep. "Can I at least put my clothes back on?" I ask again, third time's a charm they say."My answer is still the same. No.""Why?" I was beginning to get agitated."I love looking at you." His tone drops a notch, "I love knowing how much I've ruined you. Fuck, I can still see the image of your blood dripping down my
Leonardo I open my eyes slowly as I force them to adjust to the bright light above me. Where the fuck am I? I look around the huge, black-painted room, as the smell of hospital supplies fills my nose. My eyes adjust to the light and there's raging pain all over my body, especially around my abdomen. I turn to the couch and there she is. Nova is curled up uncomfortably on the couch. Her knees are up to her chest and she's covered with what looks like a jacket.My jacket.I finally put the pieces together after seeing from days before flash in my head.How Calvin and I were saved by one of my men Matteo. I remember telling them to drop me off at her house despite their advice to go to the hospital instead. I did not care I had to see her, feel her, taste her. It has been two weeks, I could not wait one more night. I remember the look on her face as she slept. I had watched her for a few minutes before I went into the room. When I finally tasted her she tasted exquisite. The wa
Nova He fucked me with a knife and I liked it.My fingers ghost over my lips and touch them tentatively. A zap slashes through my body, and usually, I’d drop my hand as if I’d been caught stealing from a biscuit jar.Now, I don’t.This time, I close my eyes and picture his lips, unapologetic and controlling. I had no choice but to let him ravage, suck, lick.It was a stolen moment that I couldn’t have put an end to.I hate myself for reliving it over and over again. For picturing his big hand around my waist and the other trapping my cheek.For still having the distinctive feeling of his erection rubbing against my backside.But what I hate the most is wondering about why he left and never came back.It’s not that I wanted him back.I was relieved the first few days he wasn’t around to keep an eye on me.Leonardo is a dangerous man, the worst enigma, and a devil with distorted morals and a cutthroat personality. He’s not someone I want to mingle with, so, yeah, I was glad he got o
Leonardo Hope is the worst emotion to experience when there’s no light at the end of the tunnel.You wait.You pray.You even try to delude yourself that it’s not happening to you. That it just can’t be you.But that’s the problem with hope. The false positive. The feeling that the horrible situation can end any moment when that’s far from the truth.It’s the falsification of reality.The yearning for a different dream.A feeling of being on the cloud that can’t be reached in real-time.I had this feeling for years while I was in B-20 until one day when I made myself realize there was no hope at all. As I sit here with Nova, reminiscing over the horrible feelings and things I did a part of me wants to put an end to this story before it even starts. "You were still so young. They had no right to deprive you of your life." Nova says, agitated.I chuckle at her reaction. I was just getting started with the story. "It didn't matter to them. Twenty-one was the perfect age. S
Leonardo The expression on Nova's face is one I never wanted to witness. I hate that I'm the one causing her this pain. But she has to hear the full story to be able to understand.At least the story I know. I've never been able to figure out the full story till today. It's a work in progress and I'm hell-bent on uncovering the missing piece.I notice how she flinches and then moves away slowly, "W-what do you mean? Why would anyone want to kill my mum and me?""I have no idea. The order was given but it was under wraps. I remember the Professor calling me into his office and telling me he had a mission for me. It was my first one after training. Usually, all missions are filed. And I have no idea why. But it's like having a database of all agents. He told me this one wasn't to be mentioned to anyone at all. He told me the mission was of high importance and he can't risk word of it spreading." I turn to her, searching her face. Looking for any sort of expression, hate, fear, disgu
Nova Finding out that your father is part of a group of people who run a secret organization created to train men into killers and that they also took your stalker when he was younger, has never been the highlight of my day.The past couple of days that I spent with Leo, while he told me all about his past has made me realize that he may not be that bad after all.I'm still trying to wrap my head around Dad's involvement especially after Leo showed me the picture he was talking about and the exchanged texts between him and Councilman David.I was trying so hard to believe that Dad had no hand in everything Leo was accusing him of. He has treated me horribly for as long as I can remember and my first instinct was to defend him.After Leo told me everything and showed me proof of my father's involvement. The pressure behind my eyes finally exploded. The remaining pieces of numbness disintegrated, replaced with pain so sharp and intense I would’ve doubled over had I been standing.I
Nova He lets go of my throat and smiles. "Let's play a game, mia cara. You have five seconds to run, and If I catch you I'll fuck you. And I don't care if you want it or not."My eyes widen and I try to dash out of the door, but he grabs my arm and pulls me back before looking around the room with a smirk. He's kidding, right? "How am I supposed to win if I'm running around my room?""Not my business. Two seconds left, butterfly." He taunts, taking slowly torturous steps towards me.My room is big, but not big enough for whatever sick game he just cooked up in that psychotic head of his. I run to the other side of my room and stand beside my bed. Leo chuckles and the sound does something to me.This game is rigged.He continues walking slowly, each fucking step he takes closer to me taunts me and tells me that he wins either way. I have nowhere to hide or run."Don't you think this is unfair?" I shriek and climb ove
Leonardo I stare at Aaliyah and I can't help the small smile that appears on my face."You look happier," she mutters.I smile at her, "I am. So, when can you stop playing my fucking therapist." This was something we unknowingly started years ago after she got together with Roman and she witnessed me kill a man that almost raped her while Roman was been electrocuted repeatedly and made to watch. What I did was nothing compared to what Roman would have done if he had successfully gotten out of that chair. I was the lesser evil in my opinion.Aaliyah didn't see it that way. So here we are for one of our unexpected therapy sessions. You'd think for someone who is eight months pregnant she'd want to be in bed resting, instead, she's here grilling me about mental health and shit.I miss Nova. I'll make sure she pays for setting me up like this when she gets back from class."Why?"I chuckle, "Do you believe in fate?"She shook her head, confused. "I don't think so. Why?""Well, my answer
Nova Leo just strolled out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist looking as delicious as ever. My eyes roam over his body and I trail the droplets of water running down from his chest to his stomach imagining what my tongue would feel like when I lick it clean."Why do you look so good?" The question is out of my mouth before I can stop it.He smirks, "I can't help it. It's a blessing, baby.I move off the bed and stand in front of him. "I have the urge to climb you like a tree every time because you look so fucking good!" "Oh, really? What's stopping you?"There's a drop of water rolling from his shoulder down to his stomach. I bend in front of him before darting my tongue out to lick the water right above his navel. Leo releases a loud moan and it does something to me knowing the amount of control I have over him."That feel good?" I ask teasing."Fuck, yes.""Yeah," I look at the tent that's now forming under his towel. "You get that hard easily a lot?" I tease him and
Nova & Leo I make my way inside, trying to ignore the rush of blood in my ears and the deafening decibels of the metronome in my chest. The rush calms down when my eyes meet with bright blue eyes, silently reassuring me.If Leo was not here, I don't know what I'll do.But I do know it won't be pretty. People who say they aren't capable of violence are liars. Everyone is capable of it. It's a matter of learning what will push you to that point.I've spilled blood. Out of luck or whatever anyone wants to call it.This crusade is fueled by love. A pretty, sparkling, soft emotion, capable of wreaking more havoc than hate.Hate can't dig under the skin the way love does. It doesn't alter your cells or spark chemistry. You'd bleed for someone you love, never someone you truly hate. But hate holds a dark power of its own. And right now, both hate and love are driving my decisions.I'm volatile and angry.Terrified and nervous. As I look at the man I call my father, bound, and bruised
Leonardo I cock my head to the side, staring at the running man with bewilderment. “Why does he run like that?” I ask, genuinely concerned if Charles Klay likes to peg himself with foreign objects. Maybe one got stuck because Jesus fucking Christ, who runs like that? I can't believe we've been chasing Edward and his lackeys for close to a month and this limping ape is the closest thing to him that we've got.“That… that’s a good question,” Nate answers through my earpiece, sounding just as bemused as I am. He’s watching through the drone hovering over the awkwardly running dude. We’ve been tracking Charles Klay since he fled from Councilman David’s house. He wasn’t hard to find despite his best efforts to stay hidden. I’m sure it hurt his shriveled little soul to have millions of dollars and not be able to fuck off to a tropical island with strippers and blow. Guess the dude hasn’t fried his brain with drugs so badly that he’s not aware of the massive target on his back.H
Leo I stare at Nova's face and the way she grips my hand and rubs it reassuringly. "Let's go inside, baby. I have a surprise for you.""A surprise? Leo are you sure you want to go in there? All you have in this place are bad memories. Why would you want to go in there?" The worry in her tone almost deters me but I remembered why I chose to come here.I pull her closer to me, my hands wrapped around her waist. As my fingers roam all over her soft supple skin I have it in me to fuck her here against a tree and from the way she's breathing I'm sure she feels the same way. "It's okay, my love.""I just don't want this ugly place to trigger any bad memories for you." She places her palm on my cheek.I lean my face into her touch, "I'll be fine, I've got you. Just be here, okay? Can you do that for me, baby?" I ask her"Always. It's you and me, Leonardo Ricci."I kiss her deeply and passionately. "That's my girl. Now, let's go see your surprise.""This is an unexpected place for a surpr
Nova"Can I take you somewhere?" Leo asks. I've just stepped out of the bathroom from my shower, yanking a brush through my wet, tangled hair. I tear the bristles through a particularly brutal knot, uncaring of the way the strands tear. "Baby, you're hurting your hair. Let me brush it." Feeling defeated, I slump my shoulders, trudge over to him, and sit on the floor between his spread knees. He takes the brush from me and gently starts running it through the sopping tresses, slowly detangling the mop on my head. It feels nice, but I'm too tired to appreciate it. Leo was right. Happiness is fleeting, however, over the past weeks, he's done everything in his power to help me hold on to any semblance of peace. Finishing with the brush, he sets it down on the bed and gathers my hair together. I nearly choke when he begins braiding it. "Where the hell did you learn to do that?" I ask. I'm tempted to twist around like a dog chasing its tail, just so I can witness this. "Aaliyah taug
Leo "I'm not surprised my mum hasn't called." She sighs tiredly before sitting on the bed "Even my brother, Chance. Do you think they're part of everything alongside Edward?""I don't know, baby. I don't care what they are part of as far as they didn't come for you.""Hmm," She's silent for a beat. "I can't believe our fathers love each other. It's scary to imagine." There's a small smile on her face and I'm happy to see she's gradually moving past what happened."I'd rather not have that sort of image in my head right now, darling.""I'm sorry," she smiles.I settle in deeper next to her, slumping against the stone wall, careful not to touch her, though my body is vibrating with the need to. We haven’t touched since I found her in the hangar, and each second feels like a stab in the chest. Fiending for Nova Carter is a feeling I’m old friends with, but this is the first time I refuse to act on it. “You don't have to apologize. Tell me about her,” I say. “Tell me everything
Nova "So, If I'm not hallucinating, why the hell is Tiffany tied to a chair? And why are we in a hangar? How did I get here? Whose jet is that?" I asked Leo after taking a look around. The last thing I remember was running and then seeing a dead body before I passed out.How the hell did I get to this unfamiliar hangar? I woke up not long ago to see Tiffany tied to a chair with two bleeding stab wounds in her thigh. Leo said he was responsible and he didn't look one bit remorseful about it.I stand up from the bed and I'm about to walk down to where Tiffany is when Leo holds me back. "I'm going to explain, baby. But first, you need to rest.""Why is she here, Leo? Why did you hurt her?" I want to give him the benefit of the doubt. I know he'd never hurt Tiffany without reason, but I still want to hear him say it."Because she hurt you. And for that, she can't go unpunished." "W-what do you mean?" My throat still hurts a little with each word I utter."Tiffany was the one who brought
Leonardo I'm going to kill Alessandro. I intended to kill him before but the urge to kill him is stinger now, it's almost maddening. And as for Edward, I might let Nova decide what happens to him."Can I at least have a bandage or shirt to stop the blood? It's too much" Tiffany asks."Keep talking before I decide that the next place this scalpel will enter is the side of your neck. Keep talking."She sighs defeatedly before obeying. Alessandro approached me first. He seemed to know everything about me and how my brother was murdered. He said he and Edward could help me get revenge and also pay me if I did what they wanted. I was desperate, so I agreed. He gave me a file that contained a lot of things about you. He didn't disclose fully how he got it but he knew I knew you. He later on told me that you were once an agent part of this secret organization funded by some government officials, but you went rogue." Tiffany's eyes lock with mine. "He said you were desperate but he's no