I tapped my fingertips against the small booth table in front of me, an off the best rhythm emanating from beneath my hands. It sounded awful and I knew Matteo's constant musing in the back was as a result of it. But what was I supposed to do? It was the only way I could stop myself from charging into the very same backdoor Isabella marched into a couple of minutes ago. Minutes? At this point it felt like hours, too many hours if I was being honest. “What's taking her so long?” I muttered to no one in particular. Yes, Matteo was behind me, but I had an inkling his attention span was nowhere around me. In the past minutes and more, I'd watched Matteo's eyes as he trailed each and everyone of the serving girls up front. I could bet a million dollars that if I wasn't here with him, he would have definitely walked up to a couple of them, if not all. “ Don't you think fifteen minutes have passed already?I got nothing in response, just the dull hum of slow jazz music wafting out t
“I'll do it.” The words tasted like bile as I spat it out. I'd been on my knees for only God knew how long and they were starting to ache, but not as bad as the ache that spread through my chest at my very own words. “I'll do it. I'll kill Federico Bianchi.” Silence. Silence was all that could be heard, except the occasional hoots and cackles that came from the group at the front. The more I waited for the verdict of my answer, the more I became aware of my surroundings. The dim music was close to non-existent now, with nothing but hollow neon lights flashing now and then. At first they were pretty and we're a nice distraction from everything else going on, but now, the only thing it seemed to do was lit up my face when it wasn't necessary. It felt like the club had been divided into two equal halves. Ours full of gloom while theirs (Federico Bianchis ) was brimming with excitement. If you counted smacking strippers and asking them for obnoxious favors, that Is. “You've made
A loud groan slid past my lips as I tossed and turned on the bed. I'd been at it for hours, my body twisting and tangling in between the cotton sheets draped around me. It's not like they were uncomfortable, I literally felt like I was gliding on one of heaven's clouds, but for some strange reason, I just couldn't stay put. I turned again to my right and just in time too. I watched steadily as the sun slowly rose, basking and filling the new day with its ethereal glow. With each ascent the sun took to the sky, something rushed through me. Was I nervous, excited or scared maybe? I wasn't exactly sure. There was no way I could tell now, with my mind being a jumbled mess. And even with that, I didn't know who I was to blame my erratic moods on.Alessandro. His name easily came to mind. He was the root cause of all of this and I wasn't just saying this because I hated him, I was saying it because it was the truth. I pressed my eyes shut as I fought back the urge to recall the eve
Make sure you tell your father everything you've been up to. Every single thing. I replayed my parting words to Isabella in my head, over and over again, even hours after she'd left the mansion. I'd expected a quick comeback from her immediately, but when I got none and a clear view of her backside as she slowly descended the stairs that fed to the compound, I wasn't quite sure if I felt disappointed or just indifferent. However, one thing was for sure, whatever it was, it didn't matter. Not one bit. I stood iat the center of the vast lobby that had stairs both ways, upwards and downwards and even sideways too. With my hands resting on the wooden banisters, I had quite a good view of the entire lobby and living room, alongside its adjoining rooms. As I scoured the place and allowed my gaze to dance atop and around every piece of furniture I could find, I felt disgust bubble up to the surface of my skin. When I'd requested for the papers to the mansion from tio Carlo, I'd kept my m
I'd been quiet for close to thirty minutes now but I could bet on my life that my plan wasn't working. Not one bit. When I'd first thought of it, it sounded like the perfect idea. But now, as I gazed at the angry faces of papa and Antonio, it looked like I'd actually only gotten into more trouble. As for Luigi and Dante, well, we were about to find out. “Isabella?” Antonio growled. He'd been quiet the longest and that usually wasn't a good sign. He was bubbly and all fun, but whenever he went mute, that's when you had to worry. Right now, I was hoping that theory didn't apply to me. “ We're waiting.”“I. Uh.” I paused. I had no idea what I wanted to say. I could lie, but I would get caught. Everyone in my family knew I was a terrible liar. One time, I even doubted I was a part of the Cosa nostra, because even though they stood on the hill that loyalty was one of the most important virtues, they had some unspoken rules. Unspoken rules that involved lying or doing literal
How my life or the circumstances in my life always spun around to translate into something more deadlier than the last was something I would never understand. It had never been like this, but the moment I bumped into Alessandro, everything started going downhill. It was like the man was a literal bottle of walking bad luck, a sinfully hot walking bottle of bad luck that I just had to mess with at the strip club. How was I supposed to know?! I'd encountered much more douchebags like him in the past and that was usually the best way to treat people like him. If I had known, maybe I would have taken the easy way out. Or not. Even though I'd sworn to keep the details of that night as far away from my mind as possible, I just couldn't totally forget it, no matter how hard I tried. There was something about him, his aura and how stuck up he was on insisting I stripped for him. Who did he think he was that all he had to do was speak and I would listen? To me, he wasn't that powerful and
I stole a quick glance at the door one more time. I couldn't count the number of times I'd glanced in that direction, but I wouldn't be exaggerating if I zeroed down the number to at least a hundred times in the last minute. My heart hammered in my chest and with each breath I took, it seemed to fuel the whole thing. Was I supposed to stop breathing? Maybe that would help? No. Nothing could calm my thumping heart, even I knew it. Not when I knew what was at stake. I stole one more glance at the door and almost regretted it immediately. For a split second, my eyes wandered to the window, where Alessandro's men stood still and waiting. I felt my heart pick up its pace again, even faster than the last time and I wondered just what it would look like if it just happened to tear right through my skin.I allowed my thoughts to run wild as my imagination did it's thing. I closed my eyes, just to come face to face with my heart sprawled on the floor, the vital organ gurgling out and sp
I sucked in mouthfuls of air the moment I slammed the backdoor shut. If anything, I was going to need as much air and energy if I was trying to pull off this little stunt of mine successfully. And by successfully I meant without papa, Antonio or any of Alessandro's men finding out. And now, the more I thought about it, the more impossible it sounded. Please help me, Lord. “ Sis Isabella….” I whirled around immediately to the direction my name came from. With my heart pounding heavily in my chest, it took me a while to realize it was Leo, who was standing on the other side of the door and peeping through the kitchen. “Are you okay?”“Yes, yes.” I let out in a high pitched tone. My hand grazed my chest, as I hoped the little gesture would calm my thumping heart. It didn't. “ I'm fine. You just scared me.”“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.” I found myself melting at his apology. “I didn't mean to scare you.”“It's okay.” I mumbled as I was already feeling slightly better. “It's okay…”