When Gracelyn Belmonte finally ran from her abusive father, she ran right into the arms of the Italian Mobster, Giovanni LaRosa. Faith took a different turn, but was it a good one?
View MoreI was running down the streets as hard as I could. My legs hurt like they were being stabbed every second, and believe me, I knew how that felt. My lungs felt like they were on fire, and couldn't get any more oxygen in them. My breath came out fast and formed little clouds in front of my face. I felt the air leave my lungs as my body fell to the floor. My knees banged against the floor and my head felt with a loud thud onto the floor. My sight became blurry and my hands shot out to try and find something to steady myself with. I felt leaves and little stones on the tips of my fingers but didn't find anything useful.
The only thing I knew is that no one was going to find me in this damn cold place. The last lamp post I saw was 10 minutes ago when I was running. So if I had any hope, that would be gone by now.. didn't say I had any to begin with, though.
So, I stayed there on the cold floor and waited till my breath came out steady, and my body had enough energy to run further. I closed my eyes to try and make the blurry sight go away, 'cause let me tell you, that ain't a pretty sight to see.
My vision became normal and my breath steadied itself. I moved my arms and pulled myself up. I grabbed the wall and waited a minute till the dizzy feeling was gone. I looked at my surroundings and saw dark shadows on the walls of high buildings. Creepy dumpsters that looked like there could be found anyone in there, and I don't mean alive.
I heard voices from behind me so I hid behind one of those creepy dumpsters, and Jesus, they smelled like death. I made my body small by pulling my knees to my chest and tried to make no sound. The voices came close and I heard loud footsteps echo through the walls.
'No, man. What the fuck are you talking about? I told you I killed that little piece of shit.'
'Well, then why the hell did my men see her walking through the streets?'
'Maybe because she has a fucking sister. Dude, I told you I killed her, and I never lied to you before. So why the hell would you think I would lie about a bitch?'
'I don't know man, I just heard this from my men. They even brought me pictures of her.'
'Well, that's not my problem.'
The two man came closer to the second, and I swear to god my heart was beating out of my chest. I tightly closed my eyes and hoped they wouldn't see me.
'Yes, I know Gio, but you better find that girl. 'Cause god knows what she already knows about us.'
'Yes, I will find her.'
I knew that in 3 seconds they would walk by or see me and probably kill me, or take me. God, I hope the first option.
Their footsteps came to an abrupt stop, and let me tell you my heart stopped as well. My hair was being yanked and my head shot up. I opened my eyes and looked into the most mesmerizing bright green eyes.
'Well, boss I think I found her.'
3 years later.G I O V A N N I P O V'Grace?' I shouted.
It's been two days since I've known I'm pregnant. Giovanni was waiting downstairs for me, I told him I wanted to 'Netflix and chill' this evening.I walked into the living room where Gio was already waiting for me. He had dimmed the lights and laid blankets on the couch. There were brownies, cake, and much more food on the table in front of it. Gio was sitting on the ground with his pajama pants on and a black shirt. He was looking through the movies on Netflix and stopped my 'tangled'.
It has been three weeks since we visited my dad in Italy. I already missed him and Elena, they were both simply amazing.Camilla and I were hanging out today. She told me to meet her in her room upstairs. All Gio's brothers and Camilla had their own room in the mansion. Camilla's room had pink wallpaper and a white floor. The floor was soft like a carpet and felt insanely nice under your feet. Her bed was super big and stuffed with purple and pink pillows. She had a hang out place where stood tw
G R A C E P O VWe stood in front of the big mansion of 'Family Antoïni' in Italy. My legs were shaking, my hands were clammy and my body was sweating like I was walking through a desert. I felt like dying.
I didn't know what to say.What would he want me to say?Should I be excited?
It has been two days since I've been discharged from the hospital. Giovanni's brothers and Camilla has been keeping me company me non-stop. Camilla has recovered from her wounds. There were still some bruises left on her body, but she didn't have any major wounds. I was glad about that. It was my goal to protect her from the beginning when I went into that house. And I succeeded. They found the woman named Priscilla in the basement later. She has been locked up there for hours. Camilla told me the woman helped her, she gave her food and cleaned her wounds. She did what she could. She was just another victim of my father.
I woke up after 2 days of sleep in the hospital. They took out the bullet and stitched me up. I was going to be fine but I had to keep some rest for the upcoming month. Gio has been very worried about me. He hasn't left me alone since he found me in my father's house after I was shot. He got my phone call, though. He tracked me down with the chip he placed on my phone. I didn't know that. And after I passed put the paramedics brought me to the hospital for surgery. They cleaned my wounds I got from my father and put a cast on my wrist because I sprained it.
Fifteen minutes later I arrived at my childhood house. It was old, ugly and abandoned. The wood has rotten away and broken off at some points. It looked like a hell hole, to be short.I pulled out my phone and dialed Gio's number and pressed call. I put my sound on zero so that when he wouldn't hang up my father wouldn't know I was 'calling' my boyfriend for help.
It was Sunday morning and Gio was out for the day. He had to leave the house and go to the family business somewhere in town.I didn't even know they have a family business...Back to the point, everyone was out and I had the house all to my own fo
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