FrancescaEVEN THOUGH I didn't want to admit it, I was excited to go out tonight. I told myself it was because I wanted to see Siderno, look for possible escape routes. This was definitely it, but it was also the chance to get out of the castle. I hated being stuck up there, and a night in a nice outfit, in a fancy restaurant, felt like heaven.That was how far I had come in just a few days.Giulio was chatty during the ride into town, pointing out places and things, telling funny stories about his childhood. The closer I was to him, the less he seemed like a hardened gangster like his father. Giulio was thoughtful and intelligent, playful and fun – basically everything Fausto wasn't. If they didn't look so similar, I wouldn't say they were related.In the restaurant, everyone fawned over us as if we were KateMiddleton and Prince William. I thought we were some kind ofroyalty, considering Giulio's surname. We were sitting in a private room, the table covered in silver and crystal. T
WE drove to the main entrance of the club. Marco, our driver for the night, wasn't too pleased with this stop, but we promised to only stay for an hour. No doubt he had already texted the capo to tell on us, but I didn't care. The bass hit my chest as soon as I got out of the car. Yes, I needed that distraction.Ignoring the long line out front, Giulio shook hands with the man at the door and then we entered. The sound here was louder, with bright lights flashing above a wide dance floor. Bodies were everywhere, young, beautiful Italians who weren't being forced into a marriage they didn't want. I longed to lose myself in them, even if it was just for an hour.- Would you like a drink? — Giulio asked over the loud music.— No, I prefer to dance.— Come, then.Taking my hand, he led me to the dance floor. I had only been to one other club, a secret outing with a high school boyfriend. Except I spent the entire night looking over my shoulder, worried that my father's men would appear at
FaustDROPS OF SWEAT cascaded down my body, dripping onto my treadmill belt. I ran every morning at my gym, but today I couldn't stop, punishing myself for no reason.Although I had forced Giulio and Francesca to have dinner the night before, I didn't expect them to stay out so late. When they returned, I studied the footage and watched my son take her to his room. They remained there for some time, and then Francesca emerged, barefoot, with her shoes in her hands, with her hair disheveled. Had Giulio fucked her?I scoffed. Boys. If my son had fucked her, he would have done a terrible job. If I had her in my bed, I would keep her there all night, giving her more orgasms than her body could handle. I would have her in every position – against a wall, from behind, under me and under me. And I wouldn't stop, doing every depraved thing my mind could conjure, until she was screaming, unable to take it anymore.Cazzo, why couldn't I stop fantasizing about her?I increased my speed, running
LATER THAT DAY I heard screams from my office.I immediately knew who was causing problems. Cazzo, this girl.Gritting my teeth, I stood up from my chair and pulled on my blazer. I avoided her all day, knowing I would have to deal with her after she picked out a dress. But I couldn't let her upset Celestina, who was an old friend.A steady stream of Italian swear words echoed throughout the hallway. Celestina had a foul mouth and a short fuse. Probably because I liked her.I entered the ballroom. The two women were facing each other near a row of dresses and Celestina was cursing Francesca's ancestors. I didn't allow myself to look at my son's fiancée. “Ciao, Tina,” I called. - Stay where you are?The petite dark-haired designer turned around. — Dai ! This girl, beautiful. I can not stand. She has no fashion sense. She's turning her nose up at every dress. My dresses!I kissed her cheeks. —But that's why I brought you. Because you're the best and we should teach you what it means to b
FrancescaI STAYED away from the castle for the rest of the day.Instead, I spent the hours with Vincenzo, learning about grapes and wine. I asked about the property lines, but he said it wasn't walkable, that I would need a car to reach them. Apparently Ravazzani owned a lot of land, damn him.I told myself I stayed outside to find a way to escape, but that was a lie. My encounter with the elder Ravazzani in the ballroom left me shaken... and excited. He was so angry but so incredibly hot as he cornered me, his big body trapping me as he tried to intimidate me. Except his touch had been gentle, while his gaze burned with an intensity that flipped a switch inside me, making me ache and soaking my panties. There was a moment when I could have sworn the attraction was mutual, but this was insane. Was not?It had to be. I was here to marry his son. And I wasn't sweet at all around Fausto. He hated me.But I was woman enough to admit I was attracted to him. It was the way he moved, the wa
FaustSOMETHING TOLD ME she was going to run away.I knew that the wedding dress, combined with what Francesca saw in the dungeon, would overwhelm her and force her hand. I was looking forward to the challenge, actually. She had no chance of escaping, but it would be fun to see how she tried.I continued working until late at night. As usual, guards patrolled outside and two men monitored the security feeds. There was a complex system of tunnels that connected the castle to hideouts in the surrounding mountains, and if he found them he could penetrate deep into the forest. Although she couldn't run away, it would take us some time to find her.She was unaware of this option, fortunately, and I wanted it to stay that way.Giulio had returned an hour ago. Francesca would wait until she assumed everyone was asleep before making her attempt. Which meant any minute now…I was checking out a contract we had secured for a government building when I heard the floor above me creak. Oh yes. The
FrancescaTHIS WAS INSANE . It was as if he was seducing me to kill him.His voice, rough and low, filled the car and my head, drawing me deeper into his web. I was mesmerized, not scared, which worried me.You're definitely not a good girl, Francesca.Was that why I didn't fight when Ravazzani's soldier pushed me back into the car? Or why my stomach dropped when Ravazzani himself showed up to rescue me from the police?Was that why my panties were soaked now?No, I couldn't let it be true. I had to stay strong and remember that I wanted a normal life. The life my mother wanted for her daughters. I wasn't turned on by this man or the violence he represented.I pushed his shoulder, which I couldn't help but notice was hard and strong, and gave him the gun back. —Stop fucking with my head.Smiling, he put some distance between us and pocketed the gun. I hated that smug look on his face. — Don't think for a second that this proves anything. I'm not stupid enough to shoot you when I know
My entire body sagged with relief, so happy that tears welled up in my eyes. - I am fine. I'm in Italy.— Dad told us what happened. We are worried. Are you really marrying that man's son?— No. It's complicated. — I didn't want to say anything more than that, just in case. -How are you doing? How is Gia?- We are fine. I'm trying to make progress in my AP chemistry class this summer, so I'm a mess.I smiled. Emma took school very seriously. She was the smartest person I knew. — That's good, but don't forget to enjoy your break too.— I will, but this is more important. I want to get into a good... — She bit off the word, but it stayed there between us, unspoken.I swallowed hard. Once I also wanted to get into a good school. — You will, Em. You will. Is Gia around?“Yes.” I could hear her moving around, probably walking to Gia's room. —But before I let you go, tell me. Are you hurt? Are they mistreating you? Because I'm going to tell Dad and he's going to come get you.I pressed my f