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…”
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…”
I groaned out loud as I startled awake. The moment my eyes popped open, I regretted it Immediately. Blinding white light seared into my eyeballs, forcing me to snap them shut. Even under the blanket of my eyelids, I could still feel the harsh rays of the light, threatening to dry up my eyes. What the hell was going on?I pressed my eyes shut and tighter over each other, hoping the little gesture would help in taking away the pain. If you wanted to get rid of pain, the best thing to do would be to introduce another pain, right?I hoped so. Eventually, I peeled my eyes open again, but this time with less vigour than the last time. My eyes watered and I blinked back tears. Even as I batted my eyelids up and down, it didn't help reduce the slimy liquid that escaped my eye sockets and slipped down my cheeks. “What the..” the rest of the words hung in the air as a strip of pain pressed into my arm. Confused, I turned my head to its limit as I tried to get a good look of what was go
“Hijo.” You would think that I'd have at least gotten to his term of endearment. I thought so too, but apparently, I was wrong. If anything, it only infuriated me the most. It made my blood boil. I never got that as a child, not from him or anyone else, so why now? “ Son, come on. We don't have to do this.”“Actually, we do.” I twirled a ball pen in between my fingers. “ We really do.”“Why?” I could practically taste the begging and desperation in his voice. It wasn't tasty enough, a little more spice and we'd get there. “ Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this to me? To your familia?” “Familia?” I scoffed as the pen slipped from my grip. Familia? I'd stopped believing in that word a long time ago and funny enough, my ears were this close to bleeding from hearing it all the time. Familia. Familia. Familia.Like it actually meant anything to any of them. “But we are family, Alessandro.” Tio Carlo crooned. If I was being honest, he sounded nothing less than a broken
Chapter 82Destiny's POV I was anxious, and literally nothing I did was calming me down. Instead, the more I tried, the more I failed woefully at it too. There wasn't any technique I hadn't tried. I had tried counting to ten and back again, and even making a conscious effort at trying to regulate my breathing, but it just wasn't working. It was a surprise how Carter hadn't noticed how fidgety I was. Or maybe he had, he has just decided that he wasn't going to comment on it, and even that didn't sit right with me.My stomach churned, pulling me out of my quick monologue. Before it could let out another sound, I folded my fingers in front of my belly. I wasn't exactly sure it was going to do anything, but it was too late to try to take back what I'd just done. So instead, I fixed my gaze as I tried to remove the invisible dirt that had found their way underneath my nails. The car was silent, save for the gentle hum from the engine. The civilization that whooshed by also seemed to
My mind reeled with a million and one things all ar once and I swear if I didn't find a way to stop it, I just might run mad on the spot. I'd just told them I knew Alessandro. Shit. If I was being honest, I had no clue if I'd done the right thing or not. I suspected foul play the moment I realized I wasn't Alessandro’s captive. Who else knew of my existence? Papa had taken a wide step back from indulging in businesses that were a norm in mafia families, so there was no way I could be in someone's radar. But the moment he knew I recognized Alessandro, I just knew I was in deep shit. I hated Alessandro, literally everyone did, even Antonio. But as I stared at the murderous glare my captor wore as he arranged an array of weapons I didn't recognize, I quickly came to the conclusion that there were more people that hated the man. Even more than I did. And it shocked me to the bones.Who the hell was he? Was he working alone? What was his relationship with Alessandro? And what