"Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light. " – Helen KellerMELODY POVItalian slurs, one concerned, and others gruff and low. An edgy American response glided into the mix, and the cacophony crept into my brain invasively. I blinked twice as my mind waddled back to reality, finally registering the heavy weight of an untouched drink in my hand. I could feel heated gazes coming from all directions of me, and I hated how I was front and center of everyone's attention like I had sprouted horns and a tail with scales. Bitterness crawled to my throat, and I buried it off with a big swig of whiskey, and fought the urge to slam the half-empty flute on the head of a guy who was standing a good foot from me, and for some reason, couldn't afford to keep his eyes off me.Instead, I thrust the flute into his hand and started to walk away."Signora..." his edgy gruff stopped me in my tracks. I turned to glare at him with a bored expression. A stutter settled on h
“A handshake and a smile; lost in history, rarely remembered.” – Amanda FinoJordan POVI walked out of the room feeling even more befuddled than I have ever been. A whole week, and my mind was still failing to process what the hell actually happened. Yes, Melody confessed that everything that occurred in the past three months was nothing but a walk down the path she created. I am talking about our first night together, when she shot me, the masquerade and everything that followed. Her immaculate plan also included the gun-down at the restaurant where I fucking split my back trying to protect her. I was both impressed and petrified. I thought I had a faint idea of the woman I was going to marry, but it was clear I was just stringing along with the image she painted in my mind and a lie I effortlessly believed.My feet carried me around the hallways and staircases, but my mind ran amock with all these unbidden thoughts.I settled in my soul that Thomas deserved everything that was happ
“Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are all cut with our own dust.” - John WebsterJORDAN POVIt was stupid, impulsive, and recklessMy flawed plan to escape, of course. I could think of at least a million ways it was going to blow in my face. I mean, the worst that could possibly happen (say I succeed climbing over the 8 feet tall wall without ticking off the alarms, feeding the Great Danesw with my own flesh or having my ass sewn shut by a bullet) is having the throats of those I shared a DNA with pulled out from their necks, and if that's not bad enough, the idea of being forced to watch as Melody and her wicked minions plucked their tongues out was all I needed to remain a good boy and do what was expected of me. Now that the odds were against me, I could only bite my tongue and wait for a perfect opportunity to arise."Get your mind into the game, Rothschild." Douglass, who was on the other side of a very vast ring intoned, cracking a fissure of realit
' "Human beings, we have dark sides; we have dark issues in our lives. To progress anywhere; in life, you have to face your demons.” John Noble. JORDAN POVI was beginning to think that everything that was happening right now was my punishment for the sins of the past. All of this here...this was karma. It had to be.The rest of the drive passed with nothing but icy air conditioning, almost pissing me off with the sound of the cars honking and an insane traffic jam.The Cadillac pulled up in front of a giant skyscraper, with nothing but reflective glass standing 68 floors above the ground.There was no time to ogle the fancy structure, so I hopped off the car and stood outside for a minute, relishing the feel of life outside of the blood-stained walls of my lavish prison. A white MayBach pulled up behind the Cadillac and out came Lorenzo dawning a boldly black suit. He walked to my side, and we started walking into the building. If I thought Catt Building was smashing from the outsid
“A handshake and a smile; lost in history, rarely remembered. – Amanda FinoJORDAN POV "Maybe it's high time you forgive the girl. You said yourself that she's guilty" It's not like the thought hadn't crossed my mind, especially after a whole week of watching her up close and breathing in her scent as she acted all unaffected by her vicinity to my body. Not that I was going to tell that to Quin who was spewing nonsense through my phone, which I'd propped on a stand beside my computer in my lavish office."Kory's ashes would solidify to a living breathing demon if I sunk my dick inside his murderer." if they had buried him with his full body still intact, I would have found a better way to express the horrific idea of succumbing to Melody's stunts. Especially after what she did on Saturday. She'd been sweaty, wet, and hot with a look of doom in her eyes as she urged me on. Something told me this girl knew what she was doing, and she wasn't going to stop the until she'd finally broken
“Be thankful for what you have; you’ll end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don’t have, you will never, ever have enough.” – Oprah WinfreyMELODY POVWarm, dry air breezed into the dining room through the open window. The curtains rustled on the walls with a smooth hum and a melodic white. In front of me lay 8 seat dining table, with all seats occupied except one on my right. I was slowly getting pissed off by the cat-and-mouse chase Jordan was playing with me, and I know I said I wasn't going to give up. But fuck.Gianna's loud chattering made it almost impossible to focus on my thoughts, so I let the nasty feeling disperse and focused on her donkeys on steroids.And those were all guys who asked her out for prom."So this other one has like the cutest eyes in the world, okay? But then when he reveals those teeth?" she made a gagging sound that sent us all down with laughter, including Papa who always looked like he was plotting the end of the world. Vernero pulled up t
'My dark side, my shadow, my lower companion is now in the back room blowing up balloons for kids' part.' - Gary BuseyMELODY POV"No Jordan, you can't come with me."Jordan who was obviously hard of hearing, or purposely stubborn didn't falter as he walked down the hallway towards staircases, casually folding the shirt up his arms."Jordan, stop." My hand looped around the crook of his elbow, finally earning his attention, he halted and half-turned to look at me.Hazel eyes and intense obsidian held me a prisoner of his intense stare, and I swallowed before searching my mind for words."I know you want to come with me, but you can't, "I told him, slightly out of breath with the way he was looking at me. His brow arched in question, and my heart skipped a few beats."You don't wanna know what's going to happen there. You don't wanna see it." I continued, and the bastard shifted on his heel to finally face me fully."Why don't you want me to see it?" he groused, his voice deeper and mu
"In life, we weep at the thought of death. In death, perhaps we weep at the thought of life." – Marilyn MonroeJORDAN POVI did not know what I was expecting. But that?That was off the records, totally off the charts.Black eyes connected with mine, and softness trickled into the stance, replacing hard hatred. Her gaze melted unto mine, as though she was telling me something through bated lashes. Unsaid words flickered between us. An invisible string tugged at me, and tingles darted down my back. My eyes fell on the mutilated body and a pool of blood beneath the chair. It has not even been a full month yet, but she had already unalived two people. Two lost souls and lives stolen from their hands.My heart tried to claw its way out of my throat, and I bolted.I jumped into the elevator without a back glance, then clamped a restraining hand on my mouth. My stomach churned with the unease, bile spreading through my chest and rising like a tide. My eyes blurred and a loud gag threatened