Our lips collided, a wildfire igniting between us—consuming me as a whole. His impatient hands moved towards my hips, claiming me as his own. Effortlessly lifting me off the ground I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist. His muscles bulged against mine, yet the bulging erection between his legs aroused me more. Letting out a shaky breathless gasp, I entwined my fingers in his tousled locks, giving in to his fervent kiss that conveyed a mixture of solace and insatiable hunger, I loved him. I loved him even though the word shouldn’t be used as often, I could scream it on top of my lungs every day. I moaned into his mouth. I was not drunk, yet. But his kisses were intoxicating. His touch was thrilling. I could never get enough of him, not even if God gave me thousands of lives. Silvio Salvatore was both my damnation and salvation. And I embraced that wholeheartedly. The rhythmic throb of my heart echoed fiercely within my chest, while my pulse danced and trembled with a playful
“You’re what?” My voice was low yet my thoughts were loud. I processed his words—carefully. When he did not turn to look at me, my chest squeezed and asked in a broken voice trying to contain my tears to myself. “At least tell me where you’re going.” “Russia.” I paced around the room, my anxiety intensifying with each second. I was ready to tear my hair out. My every step was a battle with unease, and anxiety threading through the rhythm of my footsteps. Each breath felt heavier than the last. My fidgeting hands betrayed the restless within, fingers tracing invisible patterns of worry.This morning Dante came tensed into our room, after some heated talk in Italian both he and Silvio went somewhere, and now that he was back after four hours, he was packing up. If it was limited to clothes I would’ve been fine, but Guns! He was fucking arming up! I knew something was up in the last few days, I also knew Silvio was hiding something from me.
A week without Silvio felt surreal, like a strange dream lingering as I awaited the wake-up call. The nights were restless, contributing to the nightmare-like quality of my days. It was reminiscent of a time machine, the kind you find in a drama, waiting for a loved one to recover from a tragic accident. I couldn't shake the nightmares, the patient who never woke up from his coma.My usual morning routine consisted of dragging myself off the bed and eating the breakfast Alfred made so lovingly for me after that a guard or two would accompany me to the clinic. Margaret was such a help. She would filter out my schedule, hiring some new doctors and assistants. At the start of the week, I was so nervous and anxious. But as time went by, I found myself getting familiar with the situation. Spending my whole day at the clinic helped me take my mind off Silvio for the time being. I barely thought of him during the day. There was this one five-year-old little girl, diagnosed with autism and h
The pungent smell of blood touched my nostrils, and I almost fucking laughed as the man under my boot trembled with his eyes wide as saucers ready to pop out any moment. I fed on his raw fear, the beast inside me roaring after months at the sight of blood. I missed this. I fucking missed this power. “Messy as always.” Nikolaev’s Russian voice fell upon my ears but I ignored him. Too occupied with the sight of blood. I dug the knife deeper and watched the man scream. He writhed on the cold, hard, bloodied ground. I clicked my tongue when the blood splattered all over my expensive beige suit—the custom-made designer set I thought I’d wear on one of the dinner dates with Sadie. Alas. “Just finish him already, Salvatore” Nikolaev’s said behind my back. “Where’s the fun in that?” I tilted my head, twisting the knife in his flesh before pulling it away. He screamed in pain and it was like music to my ears. “He laughed mockingly. “You’re a real sadist. Mitchelle was right, Silvio S
“No more games, Silvio!” He snarled as I slowly turned around. Dante shielded me from the front but I side-stepped him, unbothered though the adrenaline rushed through my veins. I was not afraid of death. If anything, death should be afraid of me. I chuckled tilting my head. “Games? Do you think I am playing game? Your humour is getting better. Cause I’m not playing games here, Mitchelle, I am the game,” I drawled throwing the blade over my shoulder. “The game you can never win.” I walked closer to him until I was just a feet away. Mitchelle flinched, my eyes lowered to his trembling hands but he tried to stand his ground. I almost laughed. Pathetic. Pretentious. He was now aiming at my chest, right over my heart. His eyes fuming as I counted the men behind him in my head. Twenty-four. And then unexpected happened. Mitchelle chuckled, throwing his head back as his loud laugh bombarded through the building. Was I looking funny? Or did I say something funny? I raised my brow wh
"If she can't be mine, I won't let her be yours as well." A voice said emotionlessly. I blinked as the scene in front of me unfolded into a web of darkness and the sharp screeching of tires. I looked around helplessly and confused at the sudden change of scenery. A dark cloudy sky took over the sky, sharp lights piercing my eyes as I let out a groan. I wondered how I ended up here, in the middle of the road, with unfamiliar yet familiar voices resonating in the distance. I suddenly felt a pair of hands on my waist as my whole body rocked with a scream tearing through my throat. "Silas NO-!"I heard someone's scream filled with panic and urgency making me immediately gasp as my head whipped around at the familiar voice.Looking around, all I could see was just the four familiar faces- Dante, Olivia, my father and Micah’s anxious and panicked gazes. I frowned. How did they get here? What were they doing—I felt something tightening around my waist while I looked at the other side to se
I drifted in and out of consciousness, the periods of wakeful agony interspersed with short stretches of soothing darkness. I didn’t know if it had been hours, days, or weeks, but it felt like I’d been there forever, at the mercy of death and the pain. I felt touches, heavy dosages of drugs and then….everything would fade. It felt like I was in and out of dreams—sweet dream, where there was no one but me and her. My beautiful doctor and a little baby girl, resembling my cara Mia’s features and my striking eyes. And then sometimes I’d dream of seeing her wearing the wedding dress, just like the one she wore in our wedding. But this time, she was beaming and smiling at me. There was no fear or hesitancy in her eyes but love. Love for me. These dreams didn’t let me sleep.I didn’t knew how long this game of in and out of conciseness continued, but this time, I was able to fully open my eyes. Without any dreams in my eyes, but just plain white walls of what seemed like a hospital. Or a
The heavy silence followed us with a startled intake of breath from Dante’s side as his wide eyes looked at me. He was probably wondering why would I slap Silvio when I had been crying and worrying for the past week. That night Seb forcefully locked me in the room when I refused to cooperate. After that day, I refused to talk to him or even eat anything. When the fatigue started getting to me, I lost consciousness on the third day, and Margaret got me on IV. By the fourth day, she started coaxing me into eating saying how I needed to think about my patients first. I obeyed. Ate a tiny amount of vegetable soup and some bread. It was not like I was on a strike or anything, I just didn’t have any appetite. And yesterday, I went to the clinic. Hardly spent four hours there before I had another panic attack. Seb had to get me home. He assured me that Silvio would be home today. And still, I refused to talk to him. It was only two hours ago when he told me that Silvio landed in Italy.
I guess it hit me harder than I expected because I've been super busy all week. Silvio suggested I take a vacation, but I didn't listen because I'm stubborn. Between looking after Sandro, who's growing up fast, and my job at the clinic, I've been getting tired too quickly.And on top of that, this week was our marriage anniversary. Silvio warned me if I neglected my health one more time, he’d tie me up and lock me in our bedroom. My husband was over-protective ever since I gave birth to Sandro. My pregnancy was tough, in the sixth month, I started feeling nauseous and I was diagnosed with jaundice. My partial depression was the sole reason, I skipped meals, started remaining distant, and barely would talk. I didn’t know how but I was slowly rolling into the pit, not knowing how to deal with all that happened.But Silvio helped me get through all that. He was by my side, in my tough times, when I was riding the low tides. My husband wrapped me in his own darkness and everything else f
Nothing seemed right. The more I tried, the messier it became. Ever since the day Deliah had a panic attack, Silvio and her had been avoiding each other. As much as I wanted, all of this kept getting worse.Not to mention there was no one I could talk to either. Olivia and Dad flew back to the States yesterday. Dante and Micah seemed busier than ever. The security in the mansion was tighter and more cameras were installed. Today I had an appointment with Doctor Rachel. My baby was doing well, he was healthy and that relieved me. These past few days had been so painful and turning I was even scared to close my eyes.Alessandro’s dead eyes still haunted me, but I was learning to cope with all that. Silvio arranged therapy for me despite my refusal, he said my mental health would affect our child and I couldn’t argue.Even with lows, we had highs too. We were closer than ever. He was extra careful with me. We haven’t had sex ever since the plane and that was fine with me. He was giving m
Blood rushed through my veins violently and the need to destroy something- anything intensified. I knew her tactics; she was too transparent to even hide her thoughts. The moment my eyes met hers, I knew what she wanted.The adrenaline that rushed through my body a moment earlier was now slowly subduing, replacing with more volatile things. Emotions. So raw and gut-wrenching that I felt it hitting my heart with force that consumed me gradually.I averted my gaze off her face, focusing on anything or better, I should just leave. Before I destroy us, the things we had some time ago, many years back, many years ago before she let go of me.The room felt oppressively still, mingling with the tension.My back was turned to her, but I could sense her presence, the weight of her gaze bearing down on me. Every muscle in my body was taut, ready for flight or fight, yet her voice had a way of holding me in place.I could feel the emotions rising in my throat, tearing me apart."Your wife is a k
The scream that woke me up was like something out of a horror movie, I swear. It was full-on bloodcurdling, dripping with desperation and terror. It bounced off the walls, echoing through the whole darn house and sending a shockwave of adrenaline coursing through my veins.I shot up in bed, heart pounding like crazy in my chest. The darkness seemed thicker than ever, pressing in on me as I strained to figure out where the scream was coming from.My mind was racing a mile a minute, trying to make sense of it all. But one thing was for sure, whatever was going on, it wasn't good.I was on my feet and out of bed before I even had time to fully wake up. The scream had died down, but my heart was still racing like crazy. Fumbling in the darkness, I reached for the lamp and flicked it on, the sudden brightness momentarily blinding me.My eyes darted around the room, panic rising in my chest as I realized that Silvio wasn't there. The bed was empty, and that fuelled my fear tenfold. Where wa
The aroma of roasted chicken lingered in the air, but it seemed like even the savoury scent couldn't quite dismiss the tension hanging over the dining room. My husband sat across from me, his usual warmth replaced by a distant look in his eyes as he toyed with his fork, avoiding his mother's gaze.I could sense his inner conflict, the desire to bridge the gap with his mother battling against some unseen force keeping him at arm's length. It tugged at my heartstrings, seeing him like this.To break the awkward silence, I cleared my throat and spoke up, hoping to steer the conversation toward safer shores. "So, what names have you guys been tossing around?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood.Relief washed over me as Olivia clapped her hands with enthusiasm. Her sudden burst of excitement seemed to jolt everyone, and I heard Papa chuckling. “Papa and I came up with some names. Do you want to hear?”"Absolutely!" I replied with a grin. “I'd love to." My eyes met Silvio’s for a brief mom
It was dark when we landed. I lead a sleepy Sadie off the plane, and we get in the car to drive home. Micah was her to pick us up. Home. It was strange thinking of this place as home again. It was my home when I was a child, and I hated it. I hated everything about it, from the humid heat to the walls that had us trapped. Where my father was buried and my brother- Sandro. Yet when I got older, I found myself drawn to places just like this—trapped, something that gave me power and control.It took Sadie’s presence here to make me realize I didn’t hate the mansion after all. This place was never the object of my hatred—it was always the person it belonged to.My father.My childhood was what people would trade their souls for, my father was the son of Italy’s most influential man- Lucius Salvatore. My grandfather was a nice man, wealthy and kind. He lost my grandmother when my father was born. And Antonio Salvatore became the reason why Lucius drifted into darkness. For him, my father
He let out a low groan as our lips met. Our tongues intertwined, burning a fire between us. His strong arm pulled me closer, drawing me into his hold, and I could sense the tension building in his powerful body.His breath quickened against my lips, matching the rapid beat of my own heart. And the kiss deepened, becoming almost primal as if he couldn't get enough of me. Each movement sent a shiver down my spine, my body responding eagerly to his touch.With every touch, every kiss, the desire just grew stronger, the hunger consuming us both. Nothing else mattered except the electric connection we shared, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body."Hands on the table. Now." His voice carried a low, almost predatory edge, causing a shiver to run down my spine as he abruptly broke away from our kiss and rose to his feet. With a firm grip, he pulled me up from my seat, leaving me momentarily speechless.Before I could utter a word, his fingers closed around my wrist, harshly turn
The jet took off, and Dante checked the security once again. Silvio's mother was in the cabin in front, I offered to sit with her, but she refused. I had barely talked to her, but she seemed like a nice woman. For the next hour, I sat in silence, nibbling on my fruits and sipping my coffee. Silvio seemed engrossed in his emails, so I chose not to disturb him. Instead, I tried to lose myself in the scenery unfolding outside the window as we soared over the London countryside. But no matter how hard I tried to focus, my mind kept drifting, my thoughts wandering off with every blink.Sitting there felt surreal, almost out of place. It was as if we were in a bubble, untouched by the horrors we had just endured. It was hard to believe that mere moments ago, we had faced terror and torture, yet here we were, seemingly unscathed, flying above the peaceful landscape below. As if I hadn't ended a man's life in cold blood, the memory of his death haunting me with every passing moment. As if I
My hands shook. The more I tried to keep myself calm, the worse it was getting. I didn’t know how or when, but when I woke up, I found myself being held by two nurses as they injected me with Diazepam. There were blurry images in my head, so horrifying and disturbing I didn’t know if it was reality or just my imagination.“Do you want me to call your husband?” I shook my head. That would only make things worse. He would ask me questions and again, I wouldn’t be able to answer. How would I when I was clueless myself? I thought with time these nightmares would fade, but it was getting worse. This time I saw the mangled body of our unborn child, his eyes gauged out and blood spilling everywhere.The terror seeping through me was unwavering, I… I felt so scared.The fright crept through my veins like icy tendrils, freezing every ounce of courage within me. My heart raced, a frantic drumbeat echoing in my chest, while my breaths came in shallow gasps, barely enough to sustain me. The darkn