Caily Galileo believes everyone can change, everyone can become an angel. Everyone except Pietro Giacometti. He is a damned monster who will never change. And not his devilishly charming smiles that are only ever directed to her can change her opinion of him. Pietro Giacometti knows what he wants and what belongs to him and Caily Galileo belongs to him. He has been away from her for years but it is now time Caily knows and accepts that she can only ever belong to one man, Pietro Giacometti... MINE PEACHES NOTE: If you have read any of my books in the past, then you'd know my male leads kill and things can get a little bit dark but this particular book might be darker than all my previous books. Pietro Giacometti is an obsessed man who will do anything and everything to be with Caily even if it's the most unhinged thing ever. He is dark and wild. This book, however does not contain non consensual sex or rape in any form. Thank you for choosing to read 'MINE, PEACHES'. Trigger warnings: Stalking, obsession, explicit violence, BDSM.
View MoreTHE PAST CAILY GALILEO I should have believed it when the others said it. I should have listened when I was told that Pietro was a monster. I should have chosen to be friends with the others and stick by their bullying instead of believing for a second that Pietro was human. He wasn't human. He was the farthest thing from being human. The tears rolled down non stop and I had given up on brushing those tears away. They wouldn't stop anyway, no matter how many times I did so. I only needed the image of that monster stabbing my father to appear in my head and the tears would start pouring all over again. "It's alright, Caily. Wipe your tears." Mr. Giacometti's voice filled my ears and I sat up, adjusting myself on the couch. "I have called for your Aunt and she will be here to pick you up soon." He added as he walked up to me and handed a cup of hot chocolate to me. "I have gotten to know from watching Pietro buy loads of chocolates that you fancy chocolates a lot" he said and I
THE PRESENT CAILY GALILEO My heart was pounding and I was nervous. Very nervous. I was going to make a stranger cum over a phone and I had zero idea about what to do! I had never even made anyone cum before! With that realisation striking me, I quickly tried to search for how to phone sex but before the results could load, a call had already popped in. I swallowed, feeling small beads of sweats find their way to my forehead. My most asked question of the day popped into my brain yet again. 'WAS THIS RIGHT?' I cleared my throat and let out a soft ‘hello’ before actually picking the call. I was shaking a foot terribly now and my palms were very sweaty. “Hey beautiful.” His voice. His voice was all it took for me to stop shaking my foot in nervousness. A small blush reddened my cheek as I stared at the wall with slightly widened eyes. Why was his voice so… so hot and attractive? His voice sounded so deep and… “Hello.” I said back to him softly, reminding myself that this was
THE PASTPIETRO GIACOMETTIHer window was open and I was standing right outside, leaning against the tree by her window side and gently twirling the knife in my hands. I had been here for about two hours already but no one had approached the house or her room. The tree I was standing underneath was quite shady and in the darkness of the night, I could not be noticed by anyone so there was no way the bastard had noticed me and decided not to come closer.The night was cold, awfully cold and I had to rub my palms together regularly to create a little bit of heat. I could choose go to my room, grab some thick clothes and get back here but a lot could happen in those few minutes and I wasn’t going to not protect what belonged to me over a cold night.Another hour passed and the cold night was starting to be more than just a cold night. There was a little drizzle of rain but not even that could deter me. I was going to spend every hour of every night here until I get the bastard.There wa
(THE PRESENT)CAILY GALILEO‘Was this right?’ That was the question I had been asking myself all day. I had visited the site through the link Trisha sent me last night and after scrolling through and shying away from what I was there to do for about an hour, I had finally sent a message.But I had grown anxious the moment I sent the message and so I had hurriedly dropped my phone and gone off to sleep right after. All throughout the day, I had not visited the site to check if I had gotten a response from the person I sent the message to. It felt wrong to do it. Felt wrong to have sent the message and it felt wrong to be hoping I get replied. The ringing of my phone made me look away from my screen; the data entry. It was Dylan, my boyfriend calling. I felt my body tense a bit, wondering over again what Dylan would think if he ever found out I was about doing this. He'd feel cheated on, wouldn't he?I picked my phone up, got on my feet and walked away from the office to avoid bother
(THE PAST) PIETRO GIACOMETTI Something was wrong today. There were a lot of things I could be mistaken about but there was not a thing about Caily that I could be mistaken about. She had stepped out at exactly the time she was supposed to, she had given me those same bright smiles, she had grabbed my arm excitedly, a huge grin on her face but something wasn’t right about those smiles and about the way she grabbed my arm. Those smiles had seemed forced and her eyes had not been as bright as they always were. And the way she had grabbed my arm? And she had grabbed my arms too firmly, like she needed me to protect her urgently. “Something happened. What happened?” I questioned, my brows tightly knitted together. “Happened?” She knitted her brows too, in confusion. Feigned confusion. “Peaches, who messed with you?” I reached for her hand and held one. For a second, vulnerability flashed in her eyes but it was gone the next second, replaced by happiness and brightness. FAKE. “No
(THE PAST)CAILY GALILEO Everyone says Pietro is a monster. Everyone here stays away from him and even my father tells me to stay away from Pietro but I can't because I don't see Pietro as a monster. Pietro is nice to me and he protects me. I would definitely have been bullied several times by the other children if it wasn't for him. It was also because of Pietro that I could attend the expensive school I was attending. My father had intended to refuse the favour but Pietro had ensured that we took it and I was more than elated to be able to go to such an expensive school. It wasn't all rosy there at first but with Pietro, everything had been settled very easily. But I wouldn't deny the fact that Pietro can be a little violent. This morning, I had been so scared when he stabbed Journie. I don't like it when Pietro gets violent but I know he would change. I believe everyone in the world can change and this negative part of Pietro can definitely change. "Here. What are you thinki
(THE PRESENT)PIETRO GIACOMETTI "Pretty. Pretty, Pretty Peaches." I let my fingers gently move across the screen on her latest picture I had. My Peaches was the prettiest woman in my world and in every other world that could exist. This pretty brown hair, her brows, pretty nose and pursed lips. Her face couldn't conceal how innocent she still was and I doubted if she ever wanted to conceal that. She was always happy being this innocent, pretty woman. I glanced at the time, retracting my fingers from her picture. 8:31pm. A knock came on the door of the study at that same time and I knew exactly who it was at the door. I clicked a button on the remote and the door opened with a beep. Few seconds later, Trisha walked in and stopped just before my desk. "Here it is, boss." she dropped a small ziploc bag on the table. I narrowed my eyes at the ziploc bag, a scowl forming on my face. "Used?" I asked the same question I always asked whenever it was brought to me. "Yes, she was wearin
(THE PAST)PIETRO GIACOMETTIIt's been five years since that framed drawing of the sun and rainbow hung in my bedroom. Five years since the thoughts of that girl started occupying my head daily.Peaches was my first thought and my last thought every single day. She was still the go-happy girl she had been five years ago, she still wore that same bright smile that looked new every fucking time. And yes, she still wore perfume that had the scent of Peaches. I might have been giving her bottles of those perfume though to ensure she never changed that scent. I ran my fingers gently over the bracelet Peaches had made for my eighteenth birthday. A cute, pink bracelet that my father thought was childish. I didn't give a fuck about his opinions though. He could keep his opinions to himself.If I had gotten the bracelet from anyone else, I would probably have thought the same as my father but it was from her and I sure as hell loved the bracelet."Pietro." My father's voice boomed behind me
(THE PRESENT)CAILY GALILEO "Two hundred thousand dollars." The words left my lips as I rested my head in my hands, my shoulders hunched. "Two hundred thousand dollars." I muttered the words over and over again like I was going crazy and I indeed was going crazy. With such debt, how would I not go crazy? Picture having the kindest aunt ever, the type of aunt who would pull you close and accept you into her life the moment you lose your parent. That was my Aunt Mandy. She would do anything for me and she had done a lot but however in the world she had slipped into the worst depression and this kind of debt while I was away for my last year of college was baffling. My Aunt was never the type to do drugs. She barely drank, even but she had met that bastard named Carlos. "Yes, Carlos!" I shot up from my seat and all eyes immediately turned to me. "Are you okay, Caily?" Trisha asked from her desk. She was my friend and coworker. "I... I am fine. I am sorry." I whispered to the othe
PIETRO GIACOMETTI I hated the noise. No matter how quiet they tried to be, they could not be quiet enough for me. I didn't just hate the noise, I hated the smiles on their faces and I hated how free they were, running around. If there was anything I wanted to do right now, I wanted to tie them all to a tree and drench them in fuel and watch them shake in fright while I played with a lighter. The children of the workers in our home. My mother was the reason they were here, she was the only one who thought it was a good idea to have a home built for all our workers, where they could live with their family. I shaded the drawing I was making. A drawing of a dying man with his toes chopped off. The inspiration for the drawing? Watching my dad chop toes off a pathetic man last night. "Who are you?" I heard the children ask in one loud voice. I raised my gaze and saw them gathered around a tree. A little girl was sitting under the tree, a drawing book in her hands too. I had never notice
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