LAURAThough I had continued convincing myself that I wasn't to blame for the war, I felt scared, sad even. I wondered why it was when everything was going peachy that Luca had to resurface. But from everyone's body language, it seemed like the Luca and Matteo's issue has been going on for a while.I was thinking about Matteo's safety, I knew from the moment Luca almost attacked us at the airport to the time when he attacked Matteo that he was no good. But from the way Matteo reacted , I sensed fear, maybe not fearing Luca directly but maybe the impact he had.I would die if anything happened to Matteo, gone were the days where I would tease about wanting him dead."I know you're worried about Matteo." Viktor began softly. I told him he was trying to reassure me and I appreciated it, but what I didn't appreciate was being bullshitted. "But Matteo has a reputation and Luca will be very very foolish to go against the five."I listened to what Viktor was saying trying to digest every bit
LAURA I could sense the genuinity of his smile, probably because I had never said it on my own free will, or I was the first person to say it, I didn't know the smile on his face was so infectious that it made me smile too.Matteo had gestured for me to stand up from the table, I obeyed without hesitation, I wondered what he wanted to do, he turned me around, making my stomach touch the cold surface of the table.I couldn't see what he was doing but soon after I felt his hands guiding my back downwards, I knew this position would hurt but I was very much flexible so I bent down without thinking twice.I heard screeches which I assume was him moving the chairs. At this point, anyone can walk in and see us, and I honestly didn't give two shits. If they did, then they should get ready to witness the show of their life.I heard ruffling of what sounds like cloth and my mouth watered in anticipation. He guided me to bend even lower, which I did. I felt the cold sensation caused by his k
LAURAIt felt as if the whole world came crashing down. Like my whole world was actually turning, drooling and crumbling.It was as if I lost the ability to breathe. Everywhere felt congested as if the walls were closing in.I fell to the floor. Feeling a part of myself dying too.I didn't know what to make out of it and suddenly I felt as if I was a bad friend. I had not thought of Rosita since I came here and now she's dead. I wasn't much of a crier or a screamer but I didn't think much of it when I let out a gut wrenching scream. "NO!" I wondered how she died and suddenly her bright warm smile flashed on my face, a smile I would never see again.Rosita and I weren't the perfect model friends, our friendship strayed from the fact that we both wanted freedom.Matteo moved closer wanting to comfort me but I pushed his hands off. "Don't fucking touch me!" Rosita was dead and it was my fault.I was happy here, I found love and accomplished everything we said we would do but she couldn'
LAURAImmediately they sighted me, they removed the gag ball from his mouth."Glad you could join us Luna." Antonio said, the fucker still had his smug look even after seeing his death before him. He placed a lingering look on my appearance, I wasn't looking my best, red puppy face, disheveled hair and an overall appearance. Though I looked like I got hit by a truck, literally because the news actually hit me but I looked better than how I ever did with him."How did she die?" I said seeing the rage about to consume me.The torture chamber was something out of the medieval times, I could only identify few equipments . Antonio himself wasn't in the world most comfortable position, his hands and legs were tied by a bound, with the gag ball dangling he looks like a stuffed Christmas turkey.Matteo sat calm and calculated it was obvious who was controlling this room. I saw the look given off by the bald men and the man nodded and then exchanged weapons with the blond haired one.He held
ROSITALaura was right . . . . She was fucking right! Antonio was a slimy bastard and his lack of reaction had proved everything. I had gone to Antonio's office with a heart full of expectation. I wondered what our child would look like. With my smile and maybe his eyes I knew he wasn't much of a looker but I loved him nevertheless. Maybe more than I should haveHis reply to me being pregnant was an, 'ok' a two fucking OK. I felt stupid, I didn't even know what I was expecting, for him to be happy and we would marry and have our honeymoon in a yacht? I had expected joy or something of that sort.All the times Antonio had professed love to me flashed through my life and my stomach churned. I wanted to puke, for some strange reason I felt pain in my heart and stomach, everywhere, it hurt as the hairs on my body stood in perfect attention. My ears pricked for a comfortable and soothing reply but he sat there with a perfect nonchalant face, as if the life we were about to bring was my pr
LAURAFor some reason, seeing Antonio's dead body didn't appeal to me as much as I thought it would, he was a low life bastard whose life didn't positively impact anyone.I thought of the idea of how my stay at the cellar door was all a lie, my father didn't owe Antonio shit, tears filled my eyes but I had promised myself I wouldn't cry, the tears weren't for Rosita but for myself and the lie that I've lived all these years.I tried to look at the bright side, I might have never met Matteo.Suddenly I felt disgusted by the sight of Antonio's dead body. "Can we go?" I asked Matteo, he held my hands and led me out of the secret room to our bedroom. "Seeing Antonio's dead body was never meant to make you feel better." Matteo said, I thought seeing him dead will make me feel better but it didn't bring Rosita nor her child back.A lone tear dropped from my face as I nodded. Matteo looked at me acknowledging the fact. "I've killed more people than I can count, and trust me it doesn't help.
LAURAThis week had been a blur, and Matteo had been a strong pillar in making sure I didn't have any negative thoughts.When I turned to the side of the bed I saw he wasn't around but checking the clock on the wall it was almost one in the afternoon, I had really slept in.I stood up scanning the entire room, surprised to see an eye-catching red box on the bed.It was calling me, and the sleep from my eyes vanished, when I grabbed the box I noticed a note on it."Get ready for a romantic night . . . Yours truly, Matteo."I immediately screamed in my pillow, how the fuck did I get so lucky? I felt a rush of excitement, I wanted to see what matteo had in store for me.I opened the box and saw that a stunning blue dress and a pair of silver pencil tip, six inch high heels were laid out for me. I brought out the dress, intrigued by the fabric, it had a tag 'color me blue' on it and I smiled knowing it was certainly from Matteo. The dress was floor length, simple yet delicate with a
LAURAMatteo left for the bathroom to probably clean himself up and I was still on my knees, trying to catch my breath. When here-entered the room and my eyes were still filled with lust and want, but I knew he wasn't going to do anything to help me out.I was replaying the scenario in my head, fuck! That was intense, to some people it may be too intense but Matteo had a dynamic that transcends what normal people call sex.He looked at me as I stayed on the floor still trying to catch my breath, I was breathing hard and wild. My hair was disheveled and spread all over my face, with cum and spit stains on my face.I heard him mutter something, but what I made out of it was him saying beautiful, I raised my brows wondering if he was sane or not. I looked like a mess, in a sex doll kind of way and what he could say about it was. Beautiful.He was still very naked and still somehow hard, and here I was naked and very, so very horny, it was simple maths, he needed to put his fucking dick