It's only past ten at night when Alessandro walks through my bedroom door. Quite early compared to recent times. I put the book I was reading down on the nightstand. "Hey, everything okay?" He looks exhausted like he hasn't slept in days. And maybe he hasn't. I must really be a psycho because I haven't had any trouble falling asleep after Saturday. He takes off his jacket without looking at me. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?" He still sleeps beside me every night, but he's distant. I know he feels guilty for what happened to me, but I'm alive and unharmed. Why can't he just get over that? "Are you talking about Sammy?" I sigh. "I'll still see her around campus. She made the best choice for herself." "And you don't resent me for that?" He's still not looking at me while he's getting undressed, and it's unnerving me. "Why would I resent you?" I frown. "You didn't make her move out." "But yet she did move out because of me, no?" "Do you want me to blame you for Sammy moving out
"No more." I whimper, trying to close my legs. I'm still tired from last night, and extremely sore and swollen, but Alessandro pays my protests no mind as he lifts my leg over his hips. "One more." He whispers, his hand rubbing titillating circles on my clit. I'm full of cum, I lost count of how many times he came inside of me after the third time. It's unbelievable how insatiable he is after he withheld himself from me for weeks after we had sex for the first time. How is it possible that he can even still be hard? His fingers move past the swollen flesh of my labia and I groan out loud. "I love how wet you are, how my cum is dripping out of your pussy." His dirty words are making me hot, but I'm so tired, my limbs numb from all the positions I've been in. At this rate, I'm really going to have to start exercising or something. I moan loudly when he feeds his cock inside me from behind. "Sshhhh." He whispers. "Phoebe must be sleeping. Do you want her to know how I'm fu
The new apartment is absolutely stunning. It's on the penthouse floor, so I don't even wanna know how much it costs. It has exposed brick walls and high, exposed beam ceilings, and way too freaking big for two people to live in. It has a stunning view of the park and the lights of the city twinkle brightly through the large windows. "Wow." Phoebe's mouth hangs open. Fucking wow indeed. This is the type of place you strive to live in one day, when you're really successful in your career and you finally feel like you've made it. It's further away from campus, but I'm no longer allowed to walk anyways, so it doesn't really matter. It just feels like too much, though. The other apartment was much smaller and more suitable for students. "This is like a full-blown home!" Phoebe walks the expanse of the open-plan apartment. The kitchen. dining room and living room are all in one, but it's large and freaking beautifully furnished. "Oh my god, I could live here forever!" Phoebe laughs and
An older gentleman gapes up at me where he's sitting across from Alessandro as I open the door without so much as a knock. Alessandro, on the other hand, doesn't seem too surprised by my presence, although his eyes hungrily take me in. Why in the world would he want to punish us both? "Charles, this is Farrah Simpson. Farrah, this is my Chief Financial Officer." Alessandro introduces us with a slight smile playing on his mouth. The introduction pisses me off even more. Just Farrah Simpson, is that all I am to him?"Oh, you're Farrah!" Charles smiles charmingly at me. "It's nice to meet you. I'll leave you two to it." "Thank you, Charles, I'll come see you when I've dealt with Miss Simpson." Dealt with Miss Simpson? Someone must have a death wish today. We stare intensely at each other while waiting for Charles to leave and close the door behind him. "This is a nice surprise." Alessandro is the first to break the silence. "Is it?" I take the deed out of my Prada purse that Phoe
"You're not focused!" Thomas shouts at me. "You're angry, you're too in your head!" I'm breathing hard as I rest my hands on my knees. When I said I would learn self-defense moves, a full-body workout was not what I was expecting. Thomas is a drill sergeant, it feels like I'm learning MMA. "Maybe you should try again tomorrow." Phoebe says from where she's sitting on a bench eating cereal. "I think she's pissed off at Boss." If I had something to throw at her right now, I'd throw it straight at her head. I'll get her later. "Yes, training resumes tomorrow." Thomas lightly slaps me on the back. "We need to work on your stamina. I want you on the treadmill every night." "What the fuck." I fall down on the mat. "I didn't say I wanted a personal trainer." "Shit luck!" Thomas shouts down at me. " Now you have one, so next time you're attacked, you'll know exactly how to handle the situation." He's talking as if there definitely will be a next time. "Have you heard anything from Ales
It's been four days. Four days since I've visited Alessandro at his office, and I have still not heard from him. Not, a text, nothing. I've been finding it hard to get up in the mornings, if it wasn't for Thomas waking me up and demanding that I train with him, I would probably just stay in bed and wallow. I've noticed that I don't get any requests to tutor students either, and I don't even have the energy to enquire about it, I know who has something to do with it. But how could he? How could he just barge into my life, completely change it, and then leave me hanging? The worst part is, I don't even miss Sammy the way I miss him. What does that make me? I've known her longer than I know him, yet it's his presence that I miss. Or maybe I was just never meant to be a good friend. I know I'm a good sister, but maybe Sammy was right to move. Maybe I'm a disaster waiting to happen. Here I am pining for a man who can't even pick up the phone to text me. Sure, I have an extre
A private party. Here I am, sitting at home in my gilded cage, pining after a guy, who is going to have a private party at the club. I throw back my shot of tequila, the rage trying to consume me. Maybe I shouldn't be here tonight, because things might not end well for Alessandro when I'm in this mood. I don't care about him, but this is my sister's job, one that she loves, and I don't want to make a scene. "I think it's better that I leave, maybe I'll go to the movies like Thomas suggested." I reach for my coat I hung up on the back of my barstool, but Phoebe stops me. "Don't be stupid, you don't know anything about the seduction of males." Phoebe shakes her head. "This is where you make him jealous sissy. He will see you looking fly, wonder why the hell he hasn't been giving you the time of day, and regret his decisions." Phoebe makes everything sound so easy. But what if he thinks I only came to the club because of him because I'm not. I'm here to let loose because I'm bor
"Don't you think you've maybe had enough?" Phoebe asks me quietly, a frown on her perfect forehead. I'm just starting to feel a buzz, so no, I do not think that I've had enough. Raquel and her fucking cousin are now gyrating against each other on the dancefloor, rubbing it in my face that I am not in the company of Alessandro after he allegedly chose me over Raquel. I am the one that lost, and that doesn't sit well with me. Maybe tomorrow when I'm completely sober I will think of this situation in a different light, but now I'm just pissed off. And Alessandro knows it too. He's sitting next to Dario and they seem to have a serious conversation, but every now and then his gaze slides over to my side and then to the two blondes in concern. But it's not their lives he should be concerned about. It's his dick. Because as soon as I get the chance, there will be a knife going into his crotch. "Maybe we should go home." Phoebe continues. "I can ask Trey if I can't get off a
I look down at my three babies, where they're all bundled in the same incubator. They were born on thirty-three weeks, but none of them had to be incubated. I'm so proud of them, all of them able to breathe on their own. I was so worried, but they did it. I've never cried so much as I've been crying in the last week. The pediatrician said they should stay in the incubator for at least two weeks, and they were each placed in their own one. But the nurses said when they're apart, they cry, and when they're together, they don't. It's the cutest thing ever. Alessandro can't tell them apart because they look exactly alike. I don't know how, but I know who is who. Their father proudly named them, and right now, Arcangelo's mouth cutely yawns, even though they're sleeping. One week until we can take them home. Right now, they've wearing onesies courtesy of their aunt saying Thing One, Thing Two, and Thing Three. I miss Phoebe in the house, but she has to follow her own path, and she
FARRAH "I'm so sorry, Thomas." My bodyguard is a lone figure at the grave of his wife. "Me too." He says softly with his head bowed. "I was so busy with..." He doesn't complete the sentence, so I take his hand in mine and squeeze his. "It's okay to say it." "I was so busy protecting others, I didn't take care of my own family." He completes the sentence on a sob. "You know that's not true." I tell him. "You were looking after all of us. You just didn't think her past would catch up to you." "But I should have!" He turns guilty eyes to mine where I'm sitting in a wheelchair next to him. "That's what I was trained to do, and I failed my own wife." He's going to feel guilty for a while, probably forever, so I don't say a word. Alma's killer was from a religious society who has been following her and Thomas's lives for a while now. They believe that she betrayed her country and her religion. She would have been stoned to death if she was in her own country. The government has tak
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Trey looks worriedly at me, his eyes darting back and forth in the dark street. "This ends tonight." I go over my body again, making sure for what seems like the hundredth time that I have all my guns and hand grenades in place. It seems like the fuckers are playing right into my hands. Thanks to Enzo's intel, I have the remaining four elders all under one roof in one night. By now, they must know that Fabiono is dead, but they still think I'm inside that jail. They probably know it was me, too, so they're most likely having a meeting to decide what they're doing next. Little do they know, I'm striking while the iron is still hot. Trey shakes his head, his eyes on the surveillance footage on his phone, all courtesy of Evan. Farrah was right, I did orchestrate Evan's bullying so I could be his savior. It was one of the best things I ever did, too, because I now have access to a satellite that gives me vision all over the world. And I have a gre
ALESSANDRO As soon as I stop in front of the quaint cottage, a shot gets fired from me from somewhere in the house, and I duck. I slowly get out of the driver's seat with my hands in the air. If this guy is as dangerous as Thomas said he is, I will be dead in the next second. "My name is Alessandro Moretti, I believe my wife is in there." I shout, hoping they can hear me. I take it as a good sign when I don't get shot at again. The front door opens, and a sight for sore eyes greets me. I run to that door as fast as I can, and then I scoop Farrah in my arms, her smell that is uniquely hers enveloping me. "What the fuck did you do, asshole." She sobs in my neck. "Are you okay? I thought you were in jail." I pull back so I can look at her. There are dark circles under her eyes, and she looks tired, but she's always the best thing I will ever see. "What are you doing on your feet?" I ask her. "You're not supposed to be walking around. You're supposed to be still." She hugs me ag
ALESSANDRO Dario is waiting for me when I walk out of jail the next morning. I don't like the look in his eyes. "What's wrong?" I want to know immediately. He holds the keys to his car out for me, and I grab it. I may be the younger of the two of us, but I've always been the one that was in control. He's never seemed to mind. It's just how our personalities work. "Farrah is gone." The earth drops from beneath my feet for a moment, but I take a deep breath. With Farrah, I've found that there's always an explanation. I get behind the wheel and wait for him to get in beside me. "What happened?" "One of her bodyguards was found with a single stab wound. Luckily, he's not dead." Dario sounds worried. "The hospital's cameras were conveniently out of order for about two hours, but both her and Phoebe are gone. And the other bodyguard." "What about Thomas?" "Still missing." I'm trying to keep my cool, but I bang on the steering wheel. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Thomas has a few numbers I
FARRAH "Oh my God!" I scream. "T.J!" Damian doesn't even stay at the crash. He just swerves his car and goes around the wreck. "What are you doing?" Kevin shouts at him. "You have to stop, we have to help her!" "Are you okay? "Damian looks at me in the rearview mirror. "I'm fucking fine!" I'm about to lose it. We just left a kid there in a crashed car. "We have to go back and help her." Damian is still calm as he grabs his phone from the console and dials 911. He calmly tells the operator that there was a crash with the address, and then he disconnects before the operator can ask any questions. Phoebe is sobbing next to me, and I feel my own tears wetting my cheeks. We just left Alma there. What if she was badly hurt? Who was that behind the wheel of the truck, and why did he crash into her? The windows weren't even tinted of the car. If they were looking for me, they would've been able to see I wasn't in that car. "The three of you better listen to me and listen to me carefu
FARRAH "Is something going on here that I should know about?" Damian looks accusingly at me in Dr. Sanchez's office. "I've been calling Abe with no luck." Abe is the other bodyguard who's currently on shift. "I think that was my husband's uncle on the way to my room." I gulp, my heart rate skyrocketing. "I'm not sure, but with everything going on with my husband right now, I think he might be trying to hurt me." Hurt is a mild word, but Dr. Sanchez is in the room, and she already looks freaked out. I don't want to worry her any more than she already is. "And you were planning to do what exactly?" Damian wants to know. "I need to get out of here." "Against my advice!" Dr. Sanchez looks at me like I'm crazy. "What if you need blood? You do realize how serious your condition is, right? You are not just risking the lives of the babies, but yours, too." "I'm a sitting duck in the hospital." I shake my head at her. "And if someone kills me, there will be no babies or me anyway. Trus
ALESSANDRO Edward Whittle looks like I'm going to jump him any minute. But like I told him, I'm not here for him. He deserves to go to trial for what he's done, to be torn apart by the public and sentenced. Killing him would be a mercy he doesn't deserve. The asshole starts crying after I don't give him any attention, and I look at him in utter disgust. Those girls in that container were crying, too. I wonder how many girls he's smuggled in containers over the years. What has happened to those girls, were they still alive? Edward Whittle should get life in prison and become the bitch of a thousand men. And even that punishment won't be enough. He follows me around like a little puppy when it's dinner time. The dude jumps at the tiniest noise. That's what you get when you play on the wrong side of the law, and you don't think of the consequences. The inmates seem to know who I am and avoid me, so I get my food that looks like someone puked on it in peace, with my entourage of o
FARRAH "You can't leave the hospital." Phoebe drags both her hands through her hair. "We have to come up with something else. Plus, I think you're being paranoid." I don't know how to explain it to her. All I know is that my gut is never wrong, and I can feel that impending gloom. Nobody is hurting my babies, I would kill them first. Even if I have to do it kicking and bleeding. "I'm not paranoid." I sigh. I wish Alessandro would let me in on his damn plans and stop leaving me blindsided. "Call in one of the bodyguards." Phoebe looks at me skeptically, but do as I ask. The guy is well-built and looks like he belongs on a magazine cover and not outside my hospital room. He nods his head at me. "Mrs. Moretti." I'm still not used to being called that, but I do like the ring to it. "Do you know where Thomas is?" I ask. There's no way he just dropped off the face of the earth. "No ma'am. Thomas just gave us strict instructions that the door should be guarded at all times and that