Scott ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─She slapped me. My face turned to the side and I glared at the wall. This girl had the nerve to slap me. Me? Who the fuck does she think she is?! With a lazy and calculated move, I finally turned my face to her, only to find a spark of fury igniting in her eyes. It was as if she was begging for a taste of my power. As if she didn't know who I was and what I am capable of. As if she didn't know I was the one who truly held the reins. She still dared to slap me. It's clear, she played with fire, and now she will bear the consequences.I grabbed her wrist with a firm grip, the same one she used to slap me, and forcefully pulled her towards me. As her eyes widened in terror, a smile spread across my face. It's about time she learned to fear me because that little Miss "Holier Than Thou" obviously thinks she can just slap me and get away with it."Don't ever try that again if you want to live," I threatened in a low voice But instead of cowering away from me, she stuck h
Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─I felt a knot in my stomach as Mama shut the door behind her. Grandpa kept looking at me as if I hadn't committed the worst crime in the history of crimes. "I just wanted to have a few good moments with my best friend before I got married—" The words were still in my mouth when a harsh stinging slap collided with my cheek so hard that I lost my footing and my body slammed into the nearby wall. The sudden impact on my cheek sent a searing pain through my face as if flames were licking at my skin. The force of the slap was so intense that I felt my jaw pop out of place. It was as if the world had stopped for a moment, and all I could focus on was the burning sensation on my cheek and the throbbing pain in my jaw. I could hardly believe that Mama had hit me with such force, and the shock of it left me reeling for a good while.The sting from the blow Mama inflicted on me had me crumpled to the ground. It wasn't the first time her hand had come down on me, but this was
Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─As my wedding day approached in just two days, the scars and puffiness still refused to heal. The pain was numbing but I couldn't hide the physical marks. When Grandpa finally saw my face that day after he came home from church, he had a complete meltdown. I could see the anger boiling inside him. The tension between him and Mama was palpable as they fought over me. This wasn't the first time this had happened, it seemed like every time Mama took her frustrations out on me, Grandpa would step in and the two of them would clash. It's hard living in a home where peace is so fragile, I just wish things could be different.Oh great, just what I needed. Mama's eyes were practically sparkling with joy as the Cerone's delivered what can only be described as a hideous monstrosity in white. I'm supposed to wear this? Apparently, it's been passed down through generations of the Cerone family, but does that mean I have to wear it too? It's not like I even wanted a traditional
Scott ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─"Missed me?" I said teasingly, catching her off guard. She was taken aback for a moment, but then her eyes squinted as I gave her a sly grin.Fuck, this is exactly why I was here. She looked around the restaurant, Little Miss Holier Than Thou was probably looking for her fiancé but I snapped before her eyes, and that made her attention turn back to me. She let out an annoyed breath, "What do you want from me? Why are you here?" I lifted my shoulder, grabbed the wine glass out of her hand, and downed it, "I'm bored." She gasped as she wasn't expecting it, the fast movement made her flinch as if I was about to hit her. When she registered what had happened she scowled."What's with the serious face?" I teased. "I just came to liven up your day." She rolled her eyes and let out a dry chuckle. "And by livening up, you mean to steal my wine?" I placed the empty glass back in front of her, "Exactly. I'm bored and I need some entertainment.""And how is it my problem?"
Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─I crouched behind the wall, my heart raced with fear. All I wanted right now was to speak to Grandpa, but the thought of leaving this hiding spot sent a chill up my spine. I yearned to be back home and in the safety of Grandpa's arms, where I can curl up and try to forget about the terror I felt tonight. I strained my ears to listen closely, and among the cacophony of deep voices, I could identify the unmistakable tone of the Underboss. My heart sank as I realized the Capo and his men were now present too. This was going to be a long night. The cops were here. I peeked through the wall and saw them exchanging briefcases with the Capo and his men, filled with cash to sweep everything under the rug and make up for the havoc caused by the Underboss. It's almost impressive how they handled the situation with ease and confidence as if dealing with cops is a walk in the park for them. They got rid of the bodies, and the one on the bike survived too. They took both survi
Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─The looming night before our wedding, we hosted a dinner celebration for the Cerone family. The intimate gathering comprised only the immediate families from both sides. Dread filled the air as I tried to put on a brave face, hoping the night would pass without a hitch. My mother insisted on dressing me up and applying excessive makeup to enhance my appearance. However, as I caught a glimpse of Aldo across the room, a feeling of dread washed over me. My mind wandered back to the previous night's dinner when he made inappropriate comments that left me feeling uncomfortable. Despite my attempts to push the memory aside, it lingered in my mind, overshadowing the festivities of the night.As soon as the thought of getting intimate with Aldo crossed my mind, I felt a strong urge to throw up. The mere idea of being physically close to that man made me shiver with disgust. He embodied everything that I detested; his old-fashioned values, male chauvinism, and his belief in
Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─Today is the day that I was supposed to get married. But as I look at myself in the mirror, I can't help but feel sick with dread. This morning, I woke up with the memories of last night fresh on my mind. I remembered how the man I was about to marry had slapped me last night. As I stared at my reflection, I saw someone who is a far cry from who I am in real life. The person in the mirror seems weak and powerless.My face felt caked with layers of makeup, so much so that I felt like a completely different person. My light brown hair was curled to perfection, cascading down my bare shoulders, giving me the metaphorical bridal glow—which feel strangely exposed. Aldo did have the dress altered for me, He got rid of the shoulder ruffles, but now it's according to his taste - not mineAccording to his taste...that's how the rest of my life is going to be. If I went along with this wedding, I would be giving up my freedom and conforming to his every whim. It felt like I
Scott ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─I didn't really want to be here for the wedding, but somehow I ended up coming anyway. I was told by a source - let's call it a little birdie - that my presence was expected. And now, against my better judgment, I find myself here, feeling incredibly bored and uninterested in everything that's going on.As I took my seat next to Niko in the front row, I couldn't help but feel the urge for a smoke. The thought of weddings made me feel uneasy and repulsed. The mere notion of binding yourself to one person for eternity seemed grotesque and made my stomach turn. I mean, honestly, the idea of waking up every day and seeing the same face for the rest of my life was enough to make me want to puke. I could never, and I mean never, commit to such a fate.I peered across the room, my eyes fell upon the Cerone family seated on the opposite end. Their unappealing faces and features disgusted me to no end. Aldo, in particular, I found repulsive, and for good reason. I have seen hi