[ D O M I N I C O ] The night is dead quiet as the car glides through the narrow roads. I'm getting cold, even though the windows remain shut. There's some tension between us again. I'm sure it's not just me feeling tense. We're still in the backseat, but I'm not comfortable with my bodyguards sitting in the front, probably eavesdropping. I press a button on my armrest. The tinted partition slides up and hides us almost immediately. I sit back and glance at her. Seraphine is half-slumped against the door, her face pale, eyes distant. Obviously maintaining eye contact is difficult for her at the moment. I get it, though. The question I asked her earlier is probably one she didn't expect to hear today. I'm itching to hear a real answer from her, but it's obvious that I'll need to pry it out of her myself in a more private setting. The memory and noises of her retching outside my car just minutes ago lingers, and it's turning into a gnawing feeling that keeps telling me somethi
[ D O M I N I C O ] I want to talk it out of her. Ask her questions I need answers to. Barge into her room. Apologize and do something to fix this mess. But my feet won't move. I'm rooted to the same spot I've been standing in since she walked out after slapping some sense into me. I should leave now. Leave her be. Not bother her for a day or two. Except I don't want to leave. Shit. I think I blew it. Again. But am I the asshole for asking what any sane, educated person would've assumed? Why is she this upset? Because she thinks I'm being too intrusive? It's a simple yes or no question. I just wanna know if she and Pierre actually planned this. Having a baby this soon. Or he got her pregnant by accident? Pretty sure he's the culprit. I was careful last time. Extra careful, in fact. We used protection that night. We had sex one last time an hour before Sephie left to meet up with Alina, but we were still careful then. We didn't forget the rubber, even though I di
TW: Mentions and graphic descriptions of kidnapping, assault, SA, murder, and other violent behaviors/crimes. Graphic content below intended for mature readers only! Read at your own risk. [ S E R A P H I N E ] “Ti stai divertendo, bella?” [You having fun yet, beautiful?] Despite the thick cloth hiding my eyes, I glare at the heavy, calloused hand on my thigh. It's Leandro Tomassini. Enzo's brother. Sitting right beside me. Having too much fun terrorizing me. Taunting me any way he can. Although I've only seen him in person a few times, I recognized his deep, slightly husky voice the moment he spoke, after three of his goons plucked me off that quiet and dim street. “Smettila di toccarmi.” [Stop touching me.] “Ooh... Ne abbiamo una esuberante, ragazzi.” [We got a feisty one here, boys.] Although my muscles and heartbeat remain tense, I stay put and keep my breathing steady. I flinch when his fingers start drawing random curves on my knee. I hate how warm and gentle he'
[ D O M I N I C O ] It's empty. Too quiet. Too much silence for what I'm about to do. But this is better than walking alongside a crowd of strangers who, like me, don't want to be bothered. I switch my phone to vibrate and step inside the parish. The place looks different. Older, but not falling apart. It's dim and cool. I almost smile at the hints of scented candles and incense. They remind me of my mom's house. Rest in peace, Mom...I make the Sign of the Cross. I used to be an altar boy here—back when this was my sanctuary from my family issues. Just being here, staring at the old stones and tall statues of saints and angels, stir memories I haven’t touched in years. This is probably the most important step I gotta take before I can heal fully. Before I can move on and change my path for the better. Practically a full reset. Then I can finally get my shit together. Be a better person. Be a better man. Someone with a real purpose.I head towards the confessionals. Someone
TW: Content below intended for mature readers only! Graphic descriptions of physical assault, SA, and other violent behaviors may be included in the narration. Read at your own risk. [ S E R A P H I N E ] Is this my last day on Earth? I don't know what'll happen to me tomorrow. I already feel half-dead. Skyrocketing anxiety isn't solely to blame. Or stress. Or the fear gripping me deep inside. The loud, malevolent thoughts eating up my will to live... I'm just trying my best to convince my brain that I'm not dying tonight. Where the heck are we? This place isn't familiar at all. Like the town we just passed. It's rural. No bodies of water. Mostly oleanders and olive trees and wide, quiet fields. Not a lot of modern houses. Definitely not in Lagria or any other places in the south. If we're somewhere in the middle, then we're a little closer to the people who know me. And where I work. Where I live. The only people who know my family. The few people who give a crap whether
[ S E R A P H I N E ] Is this it? Should I say my last prayers now? Is he going to beat me up? Choke me with his bare hands? Then just dump my bloody corpse on the side of the road? Because he believes that beating answers out of me is the only way to get what he wants. The only way to get rid of his frustration. No crying. No more begging. It's no use. This headcase looks hopped up on drugs I'm not even sure how to spell. Just downright psychotic. Desperate. Vindictive. My "innocent, helpless and meek" act won't be enough. I'm not sure if four hours have passed, but it feels like I've been stuck in this van that long. The night's chill seeps through the fabric of my clothes, but it's tolerable compared to the evil presence sitting next to me. I'm still blindfold-free. But I want to put it back on. I don't wanna keep seeing his face. His eyes just gleam with a predatory streak that I can't shove to the back of my mind. Like the way he talks, his grin is smug, almost cruel
[ D O M I N I C O ]I sit beside my beautiful, smiling wife. We're alone in the kitchen, about to be done with our brunch. Like the rest of the house, this room is mostly white and not cluttered. Thanks to her. She runs this place day and night. I let her because she's the boss around here. I know better than to pretend it's the other way around.It's a modest house, but cozy. Who needs a mansion, anyway? Our home is nestled in a quiet town far away from the chaos of Florence. Here, everything looks different. Bigger. Better. Brighter. Everything around us is peaceful—the kind of peace that's eluded us for years. “Isn't she the cutest, happiest toddler?” Sephie doesn't try to hide her proud smile while she sits across from me. She's watching our little princess.Like most mornings, Steffi is dancing in front of the TV. “Hungriest, too,” I quip after catching another glimpse of the slices of pancake stuffed in Steffi's tiny hands.“They still call it the terrible two's. Right? It
[ S E R A P H I N E ] “Why're you still doing all this?” My voice slightly falters. I can feel my resolve crumbling, fear creeping in at the edges. But I won't back down. I will get out of this—I just need a good plan. Trick this monster into letting me escape. I won't let this bastard hurt me again. Use me. Break me. I'm getting out of here alive.For my baby. This innocent angel still growing inside me... “You could just leave, y'know,” I say with hopefully a believable poker face. My wrists are already sweating. Five more attempts and my left hand will be out of these cuffs. Just gotta stay quiet. Extra careful. Leandro stares at me and smirks, clearly enjoying the power he has over me. It probably gets him off. Seeing his victims like this. Helpless. About to give in. “Do elaborate.” Shit. Here goes nothing. “I mean, you still have an out. Just leave the country. Start over. Build a new life somewhere, w-with your girlfriend.” I shrug, feigning calmness despite the louder th
[ S E R A P H I N E ] “One last sheet. One last,” I sigh to myself, stretching my aching back as I recline. Looks like I'm still alone out here. I'm sitting by the pool, enjoying the gorgeous pink-orange sunset while waiting for Dominico to finish working. I stare at my laptop screen. I'm almost done with my work for the day, but my focus is split, already dwindling. Some mornings, I don't even feel like checking my emails. But I can't just quit now. I don't wanna feel like a freeloader or look for another job. Dominico can take care of me and provide our baby's needs. I know. But I don't want him to think I'm getting too comfortable. He's still upstairs, probably not done with their virtual meeting. “Emergency board meeting,” he told me an hour ago. Dom's been working from home all week. The new virus is still wreaking havoc all over the country. It's starting to scare me and Mamma, actually. Dominico agreed to stay home because he doesn't want to risk it. Our health and our b
[ D O M I N I C O ] “Look, Freja. It's my own money. And this isn't a loan. You don't have to pay me back. Okay?” Do I sound like an arrogant douche? I hope not. I sit back and buckle up, dying to get home. Freja’s tear-streaked face stays on the edge of the screen. The gray skies outside her window match the somber look in her eyes. She dabs at her pinkish cheeks, trying to put the waterworks on pause. It's not that she's been blindsided by her ex-husband's death. The sudden loss and grief. She knew what she was getting into the moment she agreed to be his wife. But it's not really her fault that she can't give her child a better life right now. I can't undo any of my father's actions or rewrite the past. But I could at least make sure that she and her kid won't struggle for another couple of years. “I just wired you the money.” “Thank you,” she murmurs with weak nods. I glance at the damp road. “Should cover tuition and some bills. If you need more, just call or text
[ S E R A P H I N E ] “We were gonna tell you. I-I just…” Just what? Forgot that I exist? That I have feelings, too? That I'm her best friend and they should've told me they're... Sheesh! I don't even wanna imagine what they've been up to. “Just what? It just slipped your mind?” Pierre glances at me, still can't look me in the eye. Like he knows how hurt I am. He should. This is like... It's betrayal. Right? I'm their best friend! I have the right to feel this way. “You just conveniently forgot?” My voice wavers. The odd numbness in my core spreads down my legs. Shucks. Breathing feels like a chore now. “Was it that hard to send me a text? Pick up the phone and just give me a call?”I probably sound hysterical. Overdramatic. I really don't care. I glare at Pierre, trying to dismiss the shock and hide the barely repressed anger. But I'm sure it looks like I'm failing miserably at it. Pierre sighs briefly, his hands on his hips. He's staring at the ground. Like he can't be bother
[ S E R A P H I N E ] “Hey. Alfeo looks more buff. Like, he looks bigger than you now.” Must be because Alfeo isn't taller and often wears clothes that flaunt his broad shoulders. I sit up on the bed, ogling my hot baby daddy as he walks out of the bathroom. “Is he taking anything? Steroids, or...” Dom snickers, glancing at me while he dries his hair with a black towel. After locking the door, he grabs a few clothes from his closet. “Why? Couldn't ask him yourself?” I scratch the back of my head. I don't know what his best friend's been up to lately. I haven't seen Alfeo in months. But I'm glad that he's not too busy to hang out with us. Maybe he's bulking up to impress a girl. Or girls? Not that it bothers me. He's always gonna be welcome here. Dominico still trusts him with his life. And no matter what his family thinks, Alfeo is still his most loyal friend. “Is he dating someone?” Dom scoffs and scrunches up his nose. It's straight, but the tip is a little bulbous, not too f
[ D O M I N I C O ] Are they downsizing? Or my dad's running out of payola? What even is this room? This is much smaller than the well-guarded room they let us use before. Smells like dried piss and sweat, too. Unlike the last time I was here, the prison guard stands behind the door. Just one. No weapon in sight, but I bet my left kidney he's carrying at least two. I sit down in front of the divider, surprised that the only prisoner I'm visiting agreed to see me today. I know he's still pissed that I didn't come by much sooner. That I didn't show up the last time he told me to be here. He wanted me to deliver more hush money, and of course more cash for his protection. And he's probably more pissed that I didn't help Ricchar Falco find his missing uncle. Stefano. The disgraced shipping mogul. The big-time swindler who ran off with the redhead. Daddy Dearest's former number one whore. Only because the bitch impressed him in and out of the sack. Glancing at the tall, dusty walls,
[ S E R A P H I N E ]What if Leandro found out about everything we did, all the sleuthing I tried, and the heap of evidence we contributed to the investigation, and then he got furious enough that he...Any way you look at it, my theory isn't farfetched. The guy's got motive. I don't wanna be the one to dwell on these negative thoughts. But we should consider the possibility. My privacy, my career, and my family's safety might be compromised.I'm pretty sure he's not here in Florence. Yet the feeling that he's somewhere near won't leave my head. Even now. Here in Dominico's house, a well-guarded private property in a gated neighborhood. I feel exposed. A little vulnerable. Even though I'm so much safer here with Dominico and Mamma keeping an eye on me. Plus the security staff guarding the property 24/7."Okay. I'll talk to Enzo again," Dom mumbles before reaching for my hand, giving it a light squeeze before he lets out a breath. Regrets and some frustration replace the pent-up anger
[ S E R A P H I N E ] I step out of the bathroom, my skin still warm from the shower. I took a quick one just to help me relax. To help me fall back to sleep. I'm not sure if it will. The rain outside taps lightly against his windows, an almost soothing rhythm that contrasts the weight of my thoughts. Although I'm wearing a robe, I feel the chill in the air as I walk towards his bed, my footsteps quiet. Dom's still wide awake like I guessed. He's sitting on the wrinkled covers, his attention fixed on his phone. As I approach him, he sets his phone down, and his heavy-lidded gaze shifts to my face. I sit close to him and try to ignore the tension in the air. It's not the same awkwardness I felt right after I tried to kiss him for the first time. It's something else. Can't quite put my finger on it. But it's nothing we can't address. I'm sure. “Hey.” “Feel better?” “A little.” I put on a smile. I hold onto his forearm when he goes back to reading some emails. ”Babe, that ema
[ D O M I N I C O ] Shit. I almost tore the label off. Cracked and nearly broke the cap into pieces, too. It's not clumsiness, though. I'm too distracted. Tired. Impatient. Frustrated. With caution, I press down a strip of tape over the torn label, running my thumb across it to smooth out the small creases. I can't just look up the right dosage on the internet. This label is practically the only thing helping me keep track of the proper dosage. I reach for the roll of tape again. I tear about an inch off the roll. Right after I put the bottle away, soft shuffling noises behind me interrupt me before I can get rid of the clutter on the counter. I look up and stare at my reflection in the mirror. Seraphine is standing at the bathroom door, just a couple of steps away, her eyes wide and unfocused. She's wearing the blue shirt I gave her before she went to sleep. There's some tension in her posture. Why is she out of bed? I turn to face her and put down the roll of tape near
[ D O M I N I C O ] “Cara, dico solo che...” [Dear, I’m just saying...] “Sì?” [Yes?] I tilt my wine glass, sitting back and interrupting my stepmother again. I don't have to keep my mouth shut. I already know how uncomfortable Seraphine feels. Trying to sit still beside me, she takes a small bite of bread and stares at Mamma, who's seated across from us and not really minding the food on her plate. Rain still patters on the windows. But it shouldn't turn into something worse. This should be a calm, quick, easy dinner. Unless Mamma brings up what happened last night. If that happens, Seraphine will probably... “Sephie, è più prudente se tu rimani qui ora.” [It's safer if you stay here for now.] My stepmother is talking a bit slower now, dragging her vowels. She drops her delicate smile, then sets down her fork with a soft clink. “Non preoccuparti, Mamma. Porto sempre una mascherina extra nel caso mi dimenticassi di indossarne una,” Seraphine replies with a polite smile, her vo