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
(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
(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)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)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 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 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 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
PIETRO GIACOMETTI Peaches was quite strong willed and that wasn't very surprising. It was actually pleasant, very pleasant to play this game with her. Even with that flushed face and her quivering body, she was still insistent on not telling me how much she needed to cum for me. Yet, this was fucking interesting. Her, not wanting to easily accept that she belongs to me was fucking exciting. Just breathing in her beautiful scent and having her this close to me was making my cock throb so fucking hard. I stood a few inches away from her as she hooked her fingers in her lacy panties and slowly began to tug it down. My cock throbbed harder, getting me so rock hard that it fucking hurt to keep my cock tucked in my trousers. I badly, almost desperately needed to get it out and let Peaches see what she did to me, let her see how hard I get for her, how needy she gets me but not yet, not at this moment. My eyes followed as the panties slowly gave way to the sight of her shaved pussy. My h
CAILY GALILEO I pulled the lacy coat off a bit slowly, putting on a look I knew was seductive. It was the popular seductive look that I had learnt easily from a few magazines. As the soft lace dropped to the floor beneath me, I could see Pietro's eyes dilate a bit. He swallowed hard, an action that made his adam's apple bob almost sexily. Almost. Every action of the man standing before me would be termed hot to every other person in the world. Even his inaction was sexy, but not to me. He would always be an 'almost' for me because I knew exactly what he was. A monster."Peaches, go on." his voice was coarse, deep and it made my breathing quicken as if it was the most natural thing to occur. I could feel my breathing getting heavier as I stood in front of him, dressed in just this sexy lingerie and nothing more. My heart was pounding hard and there was this...No, I will say nothing about this sick feeling. 'This is a job. For Aunt Mandy. For Aunt Mandy' I repeated the words in
CAILY GALILEOThat Night. My knees were buckly, my breathing was very much uneven. My heart was pounding uncontrollably in my chest and somehow even amongst this mix of emotions, there was a tiny bit of shameful excitement. It definitely wasn't me being excited because in a few minutes, I would be having to walk in a room where Pietro was waiting for me and I'd have to perform for him. It would not include him touching me but I knew very well that it would border a lot on that. How could I even trust that he would not touch me? How could I ever trust a man who killed my father? I was sure, very certain that Pietro must have ended the lives of a few more people over the past few years. It was a certainty for a monster like him I sucked in a deep breath, looking into the mirror, at my own reflection. I was dressed in a sexy, black lingerie. It felt comfortable and yet I could see from the mirror that I looked sexy in a way I was certain I had never looked before. For a brief sec
CAILY GALILEO Long, harsh fingers grabbed my thighs and spread my open as I gasped softly, opening my eyes at the sudden parting of my legs. "Look at me." Pietro ordered, his voice deep and hot just like that other night on the phone. It was that voice that I could not will myself to disobey. I let out a muffled moan at how firmly he was holding my thighs open, as I looked at him with his face in between my thighs. He kept our gaze locked as he pressed his lips to my thighs, kissing my inner thighs. I couldn't help but roll my hips from the sensation as he kissed my inner thighs, looking at me with those piercing eyes of his. My body bucked slightly as I felt his hot and wet tongue circle my thigh in a way that was pleasurable and yet teasing. Teasing, because my pussy wanted that tongue circling it way more than my thighs could ever want that!My body tingled and I could feel the moistness of my panties. Each touch of his lips on my thighs made my body tremble and made my nipple
CAILY GALILEO Crazy. Crazy. Crazy. A crazy monster. Those were the words that ran through my head as I stared at Pietro, trying to find my anger and my hatred for him. 'Trying' because I wasn't feeling enough anger and enough hatred for him at the moment. He killed my father and that should be enough for me to be disgusted by his mere sight but how could I be... How could I be disgusted when he looked like this?Pietro had grown a lot taller and I had to totally raise my head up to look at his face. His body was muscular and well built. The black shirt he was wearing could not hide that and then his face... Those brown eyes. I could recall how beautiful they used to be but somehow, they had grown even more beautiful, sharper and piercing underneath the shadow of his dark, long lashes. "I am not willing and I am not ready to complete any deal, Mr. Giacometti. What proof do you have that such deal ever existed between us?" I asked, using his lawyer's words against him but his smir
PIETRO GIACOMETTI In this moment, it felt like a ray of sunshine was standing right before me. It had been eight years, nine months, 14 days and seven hours since we had last been this close, since we had stood in the same room together, looking at each other. All these years I had been watching her from afar and although I could see her, she never saw me, she never looked at me and these pretty, bluish eyes of hers never looked in mine like she was doing right now. I picked one of the bouquets of tulips beside me and got up to my feet. I watched as her gaze followed my movement, an action that had her looking up at me. She hadn't grown much taller than the last time I held her close. I wanted to hold her in this moment, hold her fucking tightly and breathe her in, hear her voice and feel her skin brush against me. I wanted every part of her that made her Caily, that made her Peaches. I walked up to her as she remained stunned in the middle of the room. Stopping in front of her,
THE NEXT DAYCAILY GALILEO I was nervousness personified as I sat in the beautiful restaurant the lawyer had asked for us to meet. He had asked for us to meet at 5pm as that would be the only convenient time for me since I finished work at half past 4pm. The restaurant had been fairly close to my workplace so it had taken me only about fifteen minutes to get there and now I was waiting for the lawyer, Mr. Homes. We had gone over most of the terms of the contract over the phone earlier and the terms were very reasonable, too reasonable in fact.Sitting here, I was left wondering if I was really taking the right step. Yes, I was desperate to get money and yes, I was quite desperate to also not be home when Dylan came begging but was all that worth what I was about to do?Yes, there was going to be a legal document but still, wouldn't it be a risk? Could I really afford to do..."Miss. Galileo?" A manly voice shook me out of my thoughts and I pulled myself together to face Mr. Homes.
PIETRO GIACOMETTI Fuck. Why had I brought my phone along with me? Why had I received this text in this moment? It would have been satisfying to take the bastard out of my way permanently over this hassle. She can't come stay with me because she has a boyfriend but she'd definitely come over when her boyfriend gets missing under very mysterious circumstances, wouldn't she? I could have gotten the bastard out of the way a while back but I had been keeping a check on myself. A check not to slaughter any of the people around Caily. I didn't want her pretty face getting pulled into a deep frown of anger if she finds out that I killed a few people around her. But her boyfriend... I could have made this one exception and gotten rid of him very quietly, so quietly that Caily would never even realise that he was gone. But this text from her... "Fine, let's not ruin things because of this urge to see little Dylan torn apart into several pieces. I still have quite a few to tear
CAILY GALILEO I walked into the restaurant Dylan had booked for our dinner date. It wasn't as luxurious as the ones he had usually taken me to for our dinner dates but it wasn't so bad either. And I guessed he was trying to cut down on costs since he spent so much on making Kate comfy. His eyes lit up the second he spotted me approaching him and he smiled. I smiled back at him, feeling good at how his eyes lightened up with happiness at the sight of me. He got up from his chair and met me. "Hi babe." he kissed my cheek and I kissed him back on the cheek. "Here." he pulled out my chair for me and I whispered a thank you to him, relaxing myself in the chair. He walked over to his own chair, the light smile still on his face. "You look beautiful tonight. I mean, you always look beautiful though." he chuckled, complimenting me but I could not help but shift a little but uncomfortably. Him calling me beautiful just made me recall that stranger calling me beautiful. His voice was d