I look like a certified fucking cheerleader. There's a ribbon in my hair, I'm pretty sure I didn't even wear a ribbon when I was a toddler. "This is so exciting!" Phoebe is practically jumping with energy as we're standing in line at the ticket box. "I haven't been to a game since high school." That makes me feel slightly better for wearing the stupid outfit I'm sporting. This was the goal, to make Phoebe feel better, although her life seems pretty great nowadays. We get our tickets and Phoebe makes us stand in the concession line to get snacks. Now I know why I don't like fucking sports, the stadiums are always crowded, I wonder if these people go to their classes with the same vigor. "Oh my god, sissy! We've got the best seats in the house!" Phoebe beams when we make our way to our seats. "Did you give this guy a blowjob when you tutored him?" I hope nobody heard that. I have to say the atmosphere is electric in the stadium, our side is covered in red and white, and people are
Alessandro is not answering my texts or picking up his phone. My nerves are going through the roof with every second that passes that I don't hear from him. After what happened with Dario and the intruder in the apartment, I'm worried sick if he's okay or not. Enzo isn't saying a word. He just informed us he'll be staying the night and is now softly snoring on the couch. Sammy threw a blanket over his too-big-for-the-couch body. "Isn't the role of a bodyguard to guard us and not sleep?" Phoebe pours herself another glass of wine. "I still can't get a hold of anyone at the freaking club, I checked news sites, but there's nothing!" I check the time on my phone. It's now almost two am, and still no word from Alessandro. My knee jumps in anxiety. "Evan doesn't know anything either." Sammy holds her glass out to Phoebe. "I'm surprised you're even home." I raise my eyebrows at her. She blushes and pushes her glasses up her nose in a way that makes me know she's nervous. "I just thou
Alessandro Moretti has a lot of surprises up his sleeve. I've heard a lot of stories about men succumbing to weaknesses and how sex makes them lose focus. But not Alessandro Moretti. He must have the will of steel, because he's been torturing me in bed every single night without giving me what I want, satisfying me by making me come, but denying me the ultimate pleasure of himself. All so I can move in with him. He withholds to receive the ultimate prize. It's fucking brilliant because I'm ten seconds from throwing my meager belongings in a bag and begging him to move in with him. "Your sister hasn't texted me back." I almost offer Kevin my coffee just to cheer him up. Almost, but I don't, because I'm extremely sexually frustrated and in need of all the help I can get. "You texted her?" I ask dumbly. I know he texted her because she came running out of her bedroom screaming like a banshee, letting the whole house know. "Yeah, like Saturday morning already." He looks dumbfound
"You do realize this is the first time we're in an actual restaurant together, right?" Alessandro looks accusingly at me over the rim of his wine glass. "And yet you're pressurizing me to move in with you." I retort back. "A little backward, don't you think?" "I never liked normal things." He shrugs. He's looking especially handsome tonight, not because he's wearing a business suit, but because he's actually wearing a pair of dark-washed denim jeans and a black, knitted polo-neck which accentuates his insane muscle build. I almost stabbed the waitress in the eye for looking at him too long. Phoebe was right. I need to stake my claim. "I like living with the girls. Plus, you're never around, I'm going to be awfully lonely all by myself in that big, old apartment of yours." His eyes follow my lips as I take a sip of my wine. Phoebe painted it in that shade of red, the same one the night we first saw each other. "You should know I always get what I want." Good thing we're se
Sammy is in love. I should be over the moon for her, but I've got a gloomy feeling in my gut that doesn't want to go away. It's all Alessandro's fault. I was okay before I met him. Dead inside, but okay. I didn't care about sex and the male body or spending time with someone. I had Phoebe, and I had Sammy, and that was more than enough for me. But he just had to barrel his way into my life, make me want him, make me trust him. Now, all I'm getting is scraps of his time and attention. He just wants everything, but what is he giving in return? He can take all of this material stuff. What use is it if the person doesn't come with it? "And he's so funny!" Sammy gushes on. "I've never met someone like him!" I smile and nod at her, so I don't look like a jealous asshole, even though I am. Evan is a busy guy. He owns the biggest social media networks in the world, but he's making time to wine and dine Sammy and spend real time with her. Not dinners, all for show. I see Kevin waiting f
Calmness settles over me, that place my brain goes to when I'm in danger. I secretly love being in that headspace. When I get like this, I'm super focused, my brain thinks even more analytically than usual, and I see solutions clear as day. Right now I have limited options. The doors are locked and being controlled by the driver. I know for a fact the windows are bulletproof, so I can't smash it to get through. I can hit him from behind, but he's driving really fast, it might cause an accident. Right now an accident sounds like a good idea, especially if I might be on my way to my death. I might survive an accident, I might not survive what this guy has planned. I'm gonna have to take my chances, be smart, and act as if I'm really scared. "What are you going to do with me?" I hope I sound very petrified, when in fact I'm searching in my bag while I'm talking. "That's not up to me sweetheart." He looks at me in the rearview mirror. "I'm just doing my job." Is that regret I
"Wait for me in the car." Alessandro instructs, and I do as I'm told. I watch as he speaks to the men and gets my bag from the backseat. What the hell are they even going to tell the cops? There must be some evidence left behind. I was abducted, sure, but Alessandro did just kill two men, and so did I. This is where my calmness starts evaporating and panic sets in. I should've thought this through before I stabbed the guy in the neck. Alessandro's face looks grim as he approaches the Mustang. I think we might be in deep shit. "What happens now?" I ask as soon as he gets inside the car. "Are we going to wait for the police?" Something like this has to be reported, right? He starts the car and leaves with the same screeching tires he arrived with. "No, the clean-up crew is almost here. This isn't a matter for the police, those guys were from the Bratva." "The Bratva?" I frown. "Russian mafia. The question is, why the fuck would a member of the Bratva try to stall a business deal
"What are you doing?" I'm standing in the open doorway of Sammy's bedroom, watching as she's busy gathering her stuff, suitcases open on her bed. She's avoiding my gaze. "I'm moving out." "You're what!" I exclaim. "What the hell?" "I can't do this anymore, okay?" There's sorrow in her eyes when they eventually meet mine. "I love you, I do, but I almost died on Saturday thinking of what could have happened to you." I cross my arms over my chest in defense. "But nothing happened to me. I'm fine. Alessandro and his men got me out quickly." "That's not the point!" She cries out, throwing her arms in the air. "You were abducted right in front of my eyes. I can't willingly watch you go down this rabbit hole! I'm out!" I'm completely blindsided. "You're my best friend, there is no out!" "Yes, there is." She wipes a lone tear from her cheek. "I'm sorry, but I just can't be a part of this world with you. I'm not like you and Phoebe, you guys are hardcore and you've accepted this