Soft fingers tickle my face, and I grab the offensive hands to open my eyes to wide, grey eyes. "Ouch!" The offender says, and I let his little hand go, and he smiles widely at me with a gap where his two front teeth should be. "Good morning, princess." He whispers. "I am here to awaken you for breakfast. You need your energy if you're going to fight the bad people!" "What?" I sit upright and look to my left to find the bed empty that I shared with Phoebe last night. "Princess Phoebe sent me." The little monster holds a plastic sword in the air. "I am here to protect your honor!" "Who are you?" I frown. There's a slight headache in my temple, and my stomach howls with both hunger and nausea. The little guy goes on one knee in front of the bed and holds his hand over his heart. "I am knight T.J, reporting for duty." I have to admit the little shit is actually cute with his dark hair and big, grey eyes. "May I go to the bathroom knight T.J?" He stands up and nods, taking his job
I want to kill Raquel Whittle. The idiot is sitting on the couch filing her nails like her fiancee isn't bawling his eyes out after I gave him the news about his mother. I know it's only an engagement of convenience, but damn, she can show at least some compassion. Technically, he's the hand that feeds her, so she could've rubbed his back or something. Phoebe sits next to him, her eyes also full of tears as she tries to soothe him. "She's probably in Germany already." I try to keep my voice soft, but the truth is I'm not good at this either. "Thomas said you can fly out to be by her side if you want." Dario nods through his tears, and even my dead heart squeezes at the sight of this man so undone. How is Alessandro taking it? He saw his mother almost dead, and then he had to send her away to continue looking for his father. If he'd only just let me talk to him myself. "Do you want to go with Dario to Germany, Raquel?" I try to keep my voice even as I look at the posh rat. She
The only reason I'm doing what I'm about to do is because I'm finally convinced that Alessandro really loves me. Sure, he's done everything for me in the past, but I just figured he has a lot of money to waste. Plus, people get married for all sorts of reasons besides love. I know the reason why I don't feel like I'm worthy. Because it's too fucking good to be true. Nothing good has ever really happened to me, so the fact that Alessandro Moretti actually wants me for me was unbelievable. I plop down next to Raquel, where she's typing on her phone. She throws the phone down on her lap as if I caught her doing something wrong. "What's up?"She asks warily, giving me the side eye. "How long do you think we're going to have to stay here?" I ask. She looks at me like I've grown two heads. I don't ever bother talking to her, so she probably thinks this is the weirdest thing. She's nervous. I can tell in the way she fidgets with her hands in her lap. She's probably thinking, why the he
My hands are shaking as I look at the screen of my phone. Phoebe is expectantly looking at me, and I jump when it starts ringing again with the same number. I quickly run to the office. I feel like I should do this in private for some reason. I should've done it with Alessandro, but that's not gonna happen. "Hello?" I answer and close the door behind me. "Is this Farrah Simpson?" The distinct voice of Dr.Pesci asks on the other side. I close my eyes and lean against the door. "This is Farrah speaking." "It's Dr. Pesci speaking." He confirms as if I couldn't recognize his voice. It's already embedded in my memory. "Did you get the test results back?" I don't know if I really want to know the answer to that. It changes everything. Would Alessandro even let me go back to classes while I'm pregnant? I would fight him tooth and nail if he said I couldn't. "I did." He answers. "I pushed for the results." I'm sure Alessandro's influence has something to do with it. "What does it sa
I stand in front of the full-length mirror, studying my stomach from all angles. If you're pregnant, you're supposed to look different, right? Or feel different. My stomach is still as flat as it was the day before, and I still have a slight headache, even though I slept like a baby. I don't know how the hell I managed to fall asleep so quickly. There was no further news from Alessandro the night before, Thomas said that might be a good thing. No news is good news. I get dressed quickly before TJ finds me naked. The little rascal takes his job as my knight very seriously. "Ready to kick some ass?" Thomas asks me when I find him in the kitchen. Another thing I learned about my bodyguard is that he really likes cooking. He's always busy cutting something or hovering over a pot or pan. Not that my stomach is complaining. "Do your worst." I mumble. I'm actually not in the mood to kick ass or get my ass kicked, but I asked for this, and it might help Raquel from ending up dead in th
It's been four days with no word from Alessandro, and I'm about to lose my mind. "What if he's hurt and we don't even know?" I ask Thomas, panic threatening to overwhelm me. "Something has to be wrong if he hasn't made contact!" Thomas continues slicing an orange like he doesn't have a care in the world. "He's okay." "But how do you know!" I almost shout, but then my eyes go to TJ, who is playing with a toy car on the ground. "I just know." Thomas goes on calmly. I narrow my eyes at him. "You're keeping something from me." There's no way he can be so calm and unbothered and not know something. "Alessandro has a tracker on him." Thomas nods. "If the tracker stops blinking, that would mean he has no pulse, meaning he's dead." "Is it blinking?" "Last time I checked." "You know, you could've told me this!" I shake my head. "Instead, you're letting me stress, giving me a fucking headache!" He looks up at me, a slight frown in-between his brows. "You've had this headache for almo
"Have you heard anything from Alessandro?" I sound like a broken record, but I don't care. I'm losing my mind, and I'm grasping at anything trying to stay stable. Thomas patiently hands me a bowl of salad. He never complains whenever I ask about Alessandro. He always answers, treating me with kid gloves. This house we're staying in is gorgeous with an absolutely stunning view, but a part of me is missing, and I want it back. I need to feel grounded again. It's been eight days since Alessandro left. I'm wondering what the hell he's doing. Is he out there killing people while I'm losing my mind? Raquel must sense I'm going crazy because she avoids me as much as possible now. I don't think Thomas's assignment is working, I was definitely the wrong person to ask to do it. Phoebe would have been great at it. "No word yet, but he's alive." Thomas gives me the same answer that he's been giving me for the last two days. "Please eat the salad." I'm also tired of fucking eating salads an
"I can't do this anymore." I say softly at the breakfast table three days later. Again, there has been no word from Allesandro. According to his tracker, he's alive, but what if he's also in captivity or something? What if they're beating him up like they did Gabby? Phoebe soothingly rubs my back. "Thomas said he's still alive, sissy, so that's something, right?" "It's nothing!" I throw my fork down on my plate with a koud clatter, and TJ looks at me with wide eyes. "Shit! I'm sorry!" I can't even keep my cool in front of a kid. I might combust completely soon. I don't understand what the holdup is with Alessandro. He found his father, why is he not coming back? "Okay, let's go for a walk." Phoebe gets up and grabs me by the arm. I'm so tired of taking walks too. Every time I lose my cool, Phoebe takes me for a walk like I'm a dog. I'm probably gonna go completely insane if something happens to Alessandro. It's chilly outside, and I stick my hands into the pockets of my hoodie