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PIETRO GIACOMETTI I couldn't take it anymore. My gaze was on my wristwatch while my foot tapped the floor impatiently. I badly wanted to see Caily already, wanted to feel her skin, breathe in the same air as her and see how she was faring too. She hadn't slept much throughout the night and I knew that because I had spent the rest of my night watching her through the cameras in my room. Seeing her through the cameras weren't enough, I wanted to see her, touch her skin and breathe her in. Wanted to hear her voice as she tried to strike a conversation. "Why the fuck did I not go see her this morning anyway?" I groaned and ran a hand through my hair. "Turn the car around." I let out breathily. I had to see her. "New destination?" "Preston Tradings." "Yes boss." * I remained in the car, contemplating if I should go in or just wait outside here for a few minutes and leave or wait till the end of the day and pick her up from work. My most preferred option was of course to walk
CAILY GALILEOPietro had gone more crazy over the years. That was what this afternoon had showed me. That Pietro was crazier than what I had earlier known him to be.In that moment while he told me he was going to kill everyone in the office, the look on his face had said to very clearly that he was not joking about it and the gun in his hand on broad daylight further cemented that fact!. The man in that moment would truly have killed everyone in that office. But I had also come to realize one thing this afternoon too and I had no idea how I was supposed to feel about it. Pietro would really do anything to keep me safe and Trisha was right when she said he would do anything for me. Just like he was taking me home right now.‘HOME’.Wasn’t that word a bit too much for me to use to point out Pietro’s home? When did his home become my home? When did his arms provide so much comfort? When did his gentle forehead kisses become so comforting? When did his mere presence make me feel so mu
PIETRO GIACOMETTI The more seconds I spend here, in this place, the more time I am giving that bastard to keep living. And it annoyed me. It pissed me off to think that the person who caused Caily's face to redden that much was still alive right now and was well in fact! He was alive and well, not in some torture chamber, begging for his life to be ended as soon as possible. I groaned, heading back to the living room. I had to put Caily to sleep as soon as possible and get the fuck out of here to squeeze the life out of the shit eater. I pulled out my phone, stopping midway. I dialed Finn's contact and he picked up at the first ring. “Yes boss.” “Get me the CCTV footage of Caily's office and deploy the boys out. I want every single person who works in that office.” “Every single one?” I grimed and gritted my teeth, going silent for a second. “I am sorry I questioned you, boss. I will get it done as soon as possible. Where should they be taken to? “H5.” I raised my hea
PIETRO GIACOMETTII pulled the sheets over Caily’s body properly but as soon as I straightened up, she kicked the sheets off her body drunkenly.I chuckled and pulled the sheets back over her. This time, she was calmer with the sheets although the cute and stubborn pout on her lips was still there.I straightened up again and turned away from her, grabbing my gun which I had dropped on the bedside table when I brought Caily into my room.I reloaded the gun, already picturing how many bullets I would use tonight. Just one? Or two? Or three?I would find that out soon enough. Finn already had Mr. Trien and the other workers were already being conveyed to H5 too.Tonight was going to be a delight."Pietro.” I heard Caily grumble my name. I paused reloading the gun, wondering what expression she had on her face while calling my name.I slowly turned to look at her.Her eyes were tightly shut in sleep. She was calling my name in her sleep but that wasn't the most wholesome part. The wholes
PIETRO GIACOMETTII whistled a sweet tune, pulling off the satin clothing that covered the tools on the cart. I let the clothe drop to the floor before running my fingers on to the tools, loving the coolness of the metals. “What do we have here?” I picked up the glinting butcher’s knife.“Shall we butcher his fingers? Or would his toes do instead?” I asked the audience who looked confused as to if they were supposed to answer or not. But they stayed quiet.Right decision.“I think we should go for his fingers first.” I dropped the butcher’s knife and picked up the axe.“Oh, this is one of my favourite. I don't want our star performer to die on us, though so I won't be using this on him. Let's see…”“Right. I will be using this on whosoever in the audience that makes an unsolicited noise.” I grinned and saw the fear flash on their faces.“Oh, don't be scared. I am just saying. You all are not going to go against the rules, definitely. Right?” I dropped the axe and picked up a flame th
CAILY GALILEO I slowly opened my eyes to the rapidly becoming familiar ceiling. An attempt to open my eyes completely made my head hurt and so I shut my eyes tightly and groaned. I reached a hand to my forehead and rubbed on it gently, trying to rub the headache away even when it was clear that rubbing it away would simply not prove effective in this moment. I kept my eyes shut, not moving my head as I reached a hand to the other side of the bed and tried to feel if anyone, Pietro, was there but I couldn't feel him. He wasn't there. This bed was huge but I knew Pietro would never sleep so far away from me if he was on this bed with me. He wasn't here but his cologne was all over me. The explanation for that? I was in his shirt. "Pietro." I groaned out his name softly, hoping he was standing somewhere in this same room with me but there was no response. He wasn't in the room with me. I slowly opened my eyes, still gently rubbing at my forehead. The hurt wasn't as sharp t
CAILY GALILEO Strong hands glided through the soft fabric of the shirt I was wearing and I trembled as I felt his fingers run around my back sensually and yet possessively. His lips moved over mine with a slight brush before he captured my lower lip into his mouth. He sucked my lower lip into his mouth and I moaned softly, grinding more into his hardon. His hand in my cloth moved upwards to my back and I trembled as I felt his hand m,oved forward to my tit. He bit down on my lower lip and gave it a small tug that made me wet. I moaned dirtily and he broke the lip kiss, kissing all over my face and moving to my ear. “Ohh, Pietro...” I moaned, feeling his tongue in my ear. My eyes rolled back, my hands swiftly moving into his still damp hair. “Call my name again.” A hand groped my tit firmly and I pushed my vody even more into his body. “Aah, Pietro.” I moaned his name again and he grabbed me by my hair with his free hand. I gasped as he yanked my hair back a little. “We can’t k
CAILY GALILEO “No more! No more!” I cried out, hand pushing Pietro's head down to my pussy. Yes. I was telling him to stop but I was pulling his face down to my pussy and even wrapping my legs around his head, keeping me right there. I wanted more! I was crazy to want more when I could barely lift a finger but I wanted more even though my body seemed like it could not take any more. “I… Cumming!!” And that… that was my fifth climax under the peach stars tree and under the beautiful stars. The stars watched as Pietro devoured me, his own stars. My face contorted in pleasure, my body glistening with sweat even with the cool dawn breeze. “Hmm.” Pietro pulled his face from my pussy and I just laid there, legs spread wide, arms spread out, face, red from pleasure and thighs filled with bite marks. “You are addictive, Peaches. Way too fucking addictive.” Pietro growled as he pulled off his flimsy clothing. And as my teary, lust hazy eyes journeyed down his body and reached h
CAILY GALILEO "What are you doing?" I asked quietly, limping gently to where Pietro was standing. "Why are you walking around on your own?" He turned to me, thrusting something really quick into his pocket. "It's just a tiny cut. Doesn't stop me from walking. If anyone should be staying back in bed right now, then it should be you. You STABBED your thigh.""I am alright, Peaches. As long as you are fine..." He took a step closer, covering the distance between us and reaching a hand to my face. I leaned my face into his hand. "I am very fine." I smiled at him. "What were you hiding, though?" I questioned but he just took a step back, hand leaving my face as his brows arched. "Hiding? What could I have been hiding?" He tried to act oblivious. "What you just hid in your pocket?" I questioned with a small pout. "I hid nothing in my pocket, tesoro"I narrowed my gaze at him with a playfully suspicious gaze. "Fine. I hid something." He gave in, raising two hands up in the air in a
PIETRO GIACOMETTI I was leaned back on the couch, my gaze on the sleeping woman in my bed while my hand held a glass of alcohol.I took another small gulp and dropped the glass on the stool by the couch before throwing my head back. I could not kick her words out of my head. 'You kill one more person and I would no longer be yours, Pietro Giacometti.' A hand raked through my hair while my other hand reached for stab wound. I felt around it for a second before shutting my eyes, jaws clenched hard. Behind my closed eyes, images flashed. Images of the several bloodied bodies I have killed. Voices raised. Voices of pain and torture that I had enjoyed listening to. And then another image flashed...The image of Peaches smiling at me. Directing those pretty smiles at me and me only. The urge for me to kill and torture was strong but the need to have Peaches with me was far fucking stronger. For her, I would do anything yet I wasn't sure how much I could tame myself. I had two options
CAILY GALILEO I was lying in Pietro's arms in my bed. He was holding onto me firmly like he was scared I would push honour of the room the moment he let goof me. The medical personnel had come over and had taken care of my cut. Pietro's stab wound had also been taken care of, although I still could not get my heart to stop aching over it or get over the worry. Pietro pressed his lips to my forehead, planting a kiss there. An action that made me snuggle even closer to him, careful not to press my body to his injured though.His finger played lightly with the tip of my hair. "Pietro" I mumbled his name softly, my head on his chest, listening to the pound of his heart. "Hmm?" I liked the vibration that came from his chest as he urged me to go on with my words. I snuggled up with him even more and swallowed before starting. We had to talk about what happened today. We had to talk about everything that brought about today's incidents because only then would we avoid another situation
CAILY GALILEO PIETRO GIACOMETTI "Fuck! Fine, I will stay away but let me see that you are fine first, Peaches!" I groaned before kicking the door in my frustration. "No" her voice, soft and yet determined tormented me. I knew she was hurt. Something had broken and I just knew Caily had hurt herself, not intentionally but she was hurt and I could not leave her be while she was hurt. What the hell would I do if she didn't get the cut treated quickly? What would I do if it turned into something more? What the fuck would I do if I had to see her in pains? "I am not going anywhere until you open the door and I see that you are fine and you know it, Peaches.""Then be there. Stay right there" There was the hint of pain in her voice and I hated it. In this situation, I could almost not fucking believe that I loved hearing others in pain. Hearing her in pain tortured me and I kicked the door in desperation. I ran a hand through my hair. I had ensured that Peaches room had the best se
CAILY GALILEO I redialed the contact, heart pounding even more. Anne had not picked the call at the first dial but this time she picked it up on the third ring. "Hello," I said into the phone immediately the call was picked. "Caily." her voice was slightly shaky, clearly infused with fear. "Hi, how... How have you been doing?" I tried to start up simply. "Very well." She replied but her voice didn't sound like she had been doing very well before I called. "Are you alright? You sound a little..." "I am fine. Very fine." she cut me off, her words hurried. "I was doing something so if there's nothing urgent, maybe we can talk later" She added and it was so obvious she had intentionally avoided my first call. "There is!" I quickly said. "I have a question. Is Mr. Trien still coming to work? When last did you see him?" I asked before she could end the call. The other end of the lie went quiet for the next few seconds and I had to check the phone screen to be sure the call
PIETRO GIACOMETTI I CAN'T.I can't lose her again. I have lost Caily once before and I had to stay nine fucking years without her. That could not happen again. I ran a hand through my hair, pulling it back with a quite strong grip. My breathing was irregular and I was feeling a whole lot of fucking awful feeling all at the same time. Regrets. I should not have let that bastard live! I had let him live eventually because of Caily, because I didn't want this to fucking happen. Because I was trying to put a leash on myself for her but this is what happens when I try to leash myself. Regrets! Fuck! I should have killed him, killed the bastard who had come for him too. But the regret wasn't what hurt the most. It was this almost fucking familiar feeling of loss. I hated the feeling so fucking badly that I just wanted to pull at my own heart and fucking rip it out to stop this maddening ache. Yet, I wanted that ache. In fact, I wanted my heart to ache even more because I had hurt her ag
CAILY GALILEO My heart pounded hard as I waited for Dylan's next words, for what he had to say about Pietro. Hoping, desperately hoping that he was about to tell me that Pietro had saved him from that place he thought he would not be able to survive. Hoping even when I knew fully well that hope could not be true. That Pietro could never save Dylan from anything. "He kidnapped me and... And he... he tortured me." The dress in my hand dropped to the floor immediately as I felt a bang in my head with those words from Dylan. "Wh... What do you mean by that?" I stuttered out."I told you, Caily. That he is an evil person. I told you Pietro Giacometti is not human and he has no humane feelings or emotions in him. He kidnapped me, Caily and I almost died. I really thought I was going to die.""Pi... Pietro kidnapped you?" I asked the question even though it had clearly been confirmed just now. "Kidnapped was the least painful of what I went through. I was stabbed. My legs..." His voice
CAILY GALILEO Lips pressed to my forehead as I slowly stirred awake. "Hmm " I grumbled as I moved a hand to my eyes and rubbed lightly on it before fluttering my eyes open. "You are awake," Pietro whispered, looking into my eyes before kissing the tip of my nose. I closed my eyes for a short second before nodding and reopening my eyes. His gaze was mine. "Oh god, don't tell me you are thinking of..." I started. Pietro chuckled, a heartwarming sound coming from him and I could feel my heart rate pick up. He put a hand to my face, cupping it gently. "I love your eyes. They are beautiful and that's why I am staring, not cause I want to fuck you. I do want to fuck you but yeah, we can take a break for a tiny while." He caressed my cheek gently and leaned in a little bit more to kiss my jawline and then my neck. He pulled back up to look at me and moved his hand to my hair, gently patting it. "Let's go on a date tonight, what do you say?" He asked and my heart picked up
Journie tapped slowly on his table. A combined act of impatience and control. He was impatient, gravely so but he was hell bent on keeping his impatience controlled. His face was twisted into a small frown as his gaze fixed onto the door. A knock came and Journie's frown lines vanished as his face smoothened into a calm look. "Come in." He said, his voice still having a hint of impatience that he immediately sought to get rid of by clearing his throat while the door opened, his female guest walking into the office. "Trisha." "Good day" Trisha smiled back at him, a tight smile as she walked up to the desk. "May I?""Sure, sure. You absolutely may."Trisha pulled the chair and sat down opposite Journie. "You said you had business for me.""Oh yes, I do. I did some checks on you and I found out that you recently worked for Pietro Giacometti"Trisha's body tensed a little bit at the mention of the name. "And? Why are you running checks on me?" She questioned. "It's nothing big. J