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"Someone pregnant"?
What? Was he talking about Veronica? Or just bullshitting him again?
Was the guy simply trying to rile him up till he flipped the lid? To see him go ballistic on his criminal ass? Probably. Then the prick would have a good reason to use his gun.
Théo glared at the guy, frowning at the lies and the prick's poor attempt at stroking his own ego. But what if Raffaele wasn't bluffing? It was the second time today that he hinted at Veronica being pregnant. Why?
For fun? To watch him squirm? To watch him hate himself even more?
"She's been begging me all morning. Something about her bandmate being in the hospital." Raffaele glanced down at his bullet wound and kept his loaded gun resting on his left thigh. "Guy just died. I heard. The drummer just called her," he
•He was free to go? Just like that?The guy was probably just playing mind games with him again. But when Raffaele simply left the study room without another word, Théo was convinced he now had a shot at freedom.He would escape this place alive no matter what dangers awaited him outside. He still had a job to do, and he still needed to find Veronica. Théo backed away from the door and ignored the aching muscles in his limbs.Now that he was completely alone in the room, Théo sat behind Hugo Valtieri's desk and subtly put his arm under the hardwood. He extracted the listening device he stealthily installed a week ago after he tricked Ana.He sighed and got up from the swivel chair as he tried not to glance up at the CCTV camera. He had to talk to her and apologize before he had to go back to France. Hopefully he would be able to check up on her a
•Worthless piece of shit.As painful as it was, Théo couldn't think of a better way to describe how he felt right now. He could easily be the most worthless, selfish human being to ever exist.In her eyes, he might be that useless and self-centered. Especially after he just hung up on her when she couldn't stop crying over the phone. She didn't explain why she let herself get pregnant. She didn't tell him he was the father, either, which could only mean...it was Kyle's baby.Why else would she just leave him here in Rome without telling him her real situation? Maybe Veronica thought he wouldn't understand her decision. Théo tried to ring the payphone number again.To no avail. "Pute. Idiote," he reiterated to himself, his chest aching badly again. He stopped trying to call her back when he realized how stupid he was for hanging up on he
•"Just do what I say, Althéo.""You sayin' I just can't say no? Why not?" Théo let out a scornful chuckle, minding the flat but peremptory tone his own mother was using to persuade him. It was almost too predictable and familiar."You seriously need another explanation?""I'm staying.""Why?" His mother made a face. "Is it your job?" Claudia sighed.If she was indeed his boss' new boss, he ought to hear it straight from Gillaume. He needed a lot of clarifications which his own mother clearly didn't have the time or patience to elaborate. She couldn't even make a quick drive to visit him here in the hospital to actually see how he was doing.Nothing new, though. He'd learnt long before that her job was always her priority. Not her children. Not her family. Some people were just that se
• New York •Her best friend was in a better place now. A better place free of pain, suffering, and everything else. Rest. Although Kyle's death had been a shock to everyone, at least he was no longer suffering. He would cross over to a beautiful plane, and his soul was going to be in peace forever.Veronica stared at the old photos of her, Dan and Kyle on her photo gallery. Kyle wasn't always smiling in their pictures, but anyone could see the kindness and sincerity in his brown eyes, the undeniable passion for music in all the work he'd left behind.So young and a beautiful soul, so full of talent and drive to succeed and achieve great things..."So much wasted potential," her mother had said. But...at least now Kyle was no longer dealing with a lot of pain on a daily basis.Veronica reiterated the sentiment in her hea
• New York •"How was the procedure?""Fine." Veronica looked away from her bandmate and grabbed her lukewarm glass of water while Dan finished his turkey sandwich.They were having a quick break, their lunch break, from the ongoing audition slash guitarist hunting going on in the next room. It was the biggest conference room inside their label's main headquarters in a new building along 38th street.When Dan heard about her last appointment with her gynecologist, he had suggested that she take a week off work at least to recuperate, but being cooped up in her new house for days had already started to worsen her mental health.So she drove to work today to see how their schedules were holding up. Plus she wanted to meet the top candidates who would stan
•L. H. Broussard Medical Center, France•11:17 P.M."Yes. He's asleep now. The pain medication would, erm, wear off before lunch so I'll be back early in the morning to check on him."Veronica nodded and replied 'Thanks', giving the friendly nurse a smile. The nurse's faint accent reminded her of her cousin Breanna's French lilt. "Could he leave a little earlier than Friday? I mean, will his doctor approve?""We will retest his blood tomorrow, another panel to recheck the numbers. If no problems at all, he can go," the nurse said with a few slight nods."Okay.""Please call the nurse station if you need anything.""Merci beaucoup.""Okay." Clutching a patient chart, the short-haired woman in blue scrubs then headed to the other side of the hallway.
• Room 5108 •Early. It was still too early.Théo blinked away the remnants of sleep keeping his eyes heavy, gradually snapping out of his long, painkiller-rich slumber. He blinked a few more times to try to get the glue out of his eyes.The lights on the ceiling stayed unlit, keeping his private room dim enough. He squinted at the door. It was closed. He hastily shifted to his right. The sudden movement made his doziness ebb away.The pale blue hospital gown kept him clothed enough, like the past couple of days. He shifted on the bed more. His throat felt parched, and his entire body felt somewhat leaden. He lifted his torso to sit up. A grunt he tried to suppress slightly echoed throughout the room when he felt a bit of pain under his chest.Théo focused his dark, blurry vision on the small wall clock. It
•"Où es-tu maintenant?"Théo switched his phone to speaker mode as he got dressed near the hospital bed. His sister was always an early bird, but he didn't quite expect she would pick up right after the first ring.At this hour, she was probably busy preparing Tristan's breakfast. "Théo," she muttered when he hesitated answering her question."L'hôpital."Clara sighed on the other end. "Ça va?"Was he okay? Kinda. It gave him enough relief that the doctors had approved his early discharge. But was he okay aside from the the fact that he was now physically able? Not really. He still wasn't sure what to do next. "Oui," was his lie after a moment of silence."Maman a appelé," Clara said, her tone hushed."What'd she say?" He zipped up his pants.&nbs
° ° ° ° °She was an impostor.Out of all the things he’d imagined she was capable of…Faking someone else’s identity just wasn't on his Top 10. It just sounded so absurd. And pointless.Although, now that he had given it some time to stew ― give or take five hours ― the haze just cleared up in his head.Now he knew why she’d always seemed guarded, mostly reticent whenever he would ask about her family. She’d only given him bits and pieces over the six months they’d dated, and he thought it was rather suspicious, but it hadn’t occurred to him she was actually capable of a crime. She just didn’t strike him as the type.She had told him of her being a programmer and having worked for a telecoms company. He thought it was obvious and true, since she knew a lot about computers and technical stuff. Now that he’d come to think of it, he should’ve questioned her why sh
•••••••••Author's Note:Hi, friends and dear readers! ❤️☺️First off, thank you for checking out my books and for supporting the hardworking authors on this platform. Without you guys, we wouldn't be able to keep doing what we love doing.I hope you enjoyed reading about T and V's complicated lives, their personal struggles, family drama, their growth, and their rocky journey through adulthood together...Hopefully this story (it started out as a little fanfic btw) also made you believe in their undying 😂 love for each other through the years.(Sup, fiction lovers! SAY NO to insta-love! 😆🤭)Anyhoo! Hope you are all well and doing your best to stay healthy, happy, and keep living your best life! 😏👍Much love,M°[ Below is a snippet of the sequel I'm planning to write in the near future. Enjo
•"Sorry." Théo held her hand on his thigh. A comfortable silence lingered in the room. His calmer demeanor now seemed genuine and he kept staring into her eyes.Perhaps he was done trying to provoke another argument just for the sake of it. The mumbled apology was giving her the distinct impression that he really wanted to work over their issues now.The thought, although comforting enough, still didn't get rid of her doubts. Veronica kept still on the bed. "For?"Théo averted his eyes. He let go of her hand and gave her the flimsiest of shrugs. "I was being a dick.""And?" She hid a grin using her bangs."I just...rushed to judgment.""Okay.""How's your mom?"A little surprised by the question, she leaned closer to his lap and smiled at him, content with his short but earnest apology. &n
• Despite some misgivings, Veronica didn't push him aside or leave his bedroom. She didn't want to leave him yet. She came back here to do radio interviews and promo shoots, but Théo was the main reason she decided to hop on a flight to Paris. She hadn't seen him in months. More importantly, they had a lot to hash out: 1) Anastasia Valtieri 2) Everything that happened in Rome 3) The real reasons he went to Tuscany The list went on and on... But she didn't plan to stay the night here in the loft. They didn't have much privacy; Théo was still living with his best friends. The rest of the two-storey house seemed quiet, though. Where did Tomek and the guys go? "Why didn't you tell me you're gonna be here?" Théo leaned against the closed door with his arms crossed, eyeing her with a curious squin
• Paris, France • "How many times a month d'you gotta see your shrink?" "What?" "Like every week?" "As often as necessary." Théo glanced up from his phone after his best friend's question sank in, distracting him from composing a new message for his ex. Veronica just texted him an hour ago. After weeks of radio silence. It wasn't unexpected behavior from her, considering the circumstances the last time they saw each other in person. Why did she decide to reach out to him again? Just because his grandmother died? Or because it was almost his birthday? Perhaps both convinced Veronica that it was time to rekindle their friendship again. "You're paying for everything? Every session?" Tomek sat beside him and pouted, his pale hand clutching a can of root beer. "Or your insurance covers half at least?" Théo scoffed and almost laughed. "I wish." The a
• Disobeying a direct order. Obstruction of an investigation. Impeding the course of justice. Whichever was most applicable to his case, he had no choice but to face the music. His luck just kept running out lately. Saying he "meant well" wouldn't be enough for any of the big bosses, but at least his mother had his back this time. Well, somewhat. A judge might be more sympathetic, actually. Théo shifted on the hospital bed as he watched his mother wrap up another phone call. Perhaps her 20th for the day. Just part of her job. Like cleaning up after his mess. "Not like it's the first time," she would say. He most probably embarrassed her after what happened, but at least she showed up today. It must be just another debriefing. Or she only came over to reprimand him for disobedience and his defiant actions that almost ended in a vendetta.
•Nobody died. Two men from Leandro's group got shot in the arm and shoulder after some guy hiding in the old building pulled the trigger, but no one got killed.No horrendously violent shootout to report on the news. No casualties to count, investigate, autopsy, or bury. Hopefully no media coverage to worry about on the Internet, either.Théo's mother would take care of that issue. Most likely. Claudia seemed like she only needed to make a few phone calls to pull some necessary strings. Trying to find comfort in the thought, Veronica sat still behind the speechless driver. Her self-soothing attempts since they left the scene of the crime eventually got trumped by the sound of Alodia mewling in Raffaele's arms.Alodia sat in the backseat with him, sobbing uncontrollably for the past few minutes. The heart-wrenching noise filled the vehicle as they drove back towards
• "Aya! Don't even... Argh! Cazzo!" "No, Aya!" Veronica could only stand and watch as Raffaele ran after his pregnant girlfriend. He rushed out of the SUV the second Alodia started running for the tall gates. They were wide open, almost too tempting to ignore, which eventually convinced Alodia to step into the property amid the ongoing standoff. "Please don't shoot! Don't shoot!" Alodia kept screaming as her tears ran down her pale cheeks. "He's... He's not himself! Please! I'm begging you. Don't shoot him!" She was all eyes on Leandro while begging for the authorities to spare the guy's life. Before she could even reach the parking lot surrounded by Italian cops and their heavily armed tactical team, two taller guys clasped her arms, effortlessly holding her back, keeping her stuck and sobbing beside a police car. Raffaele didn't get that far. Three cops blocked his way before h
•About half an hour of begging and tears eventually granted her wish. Raffaele obviously hated to say yes to her request, but he gave in when she didn't stop pleading for him to take her to Castiglione.Such an impulsive decision on her part—a choice that might put her life in serious danger, but she just couldn't stay behind. Wait. Do nothing. No thanks. She had to be there. See Théo with her own eyes.This would be the last time she would be risking her own safety for him. Seriously. The last time. Her mother didn't even know she was back here in Italy, begging for help from strangers just to find her ex. Raffaele didn't treat her like a stranger, though. For the past 24 hours, he had been indulging her, consoling her, helping her to the best of his ability as though they were old friends.Did it mean he already forgave Théo? F