The diamond on my finger throws a kaleidoscope of light on the ceiling when the early morning light falls on it. I feel like I'm living in a dream. One moment, I'm being hunted by the Russian bratva, and the next, I'm traveling abroad to places I never thought I'd see. And now I'm engaged to the man of my dreams. Was this ever in my life plans? Not by a long shot, but I can't complain as said man is sprawled next to me in all his naked, tattooed glory. He must have gotten hot during the night, probably from me being draped over him, because the covers are thrown off his body and his large cock is laying heavy on his stomach. I've been fucked every which way since I agreed to marry him, and I'm still feeling him everywhere. I should've agreed to move in with him when he first asked, but I was too strung up on how soon it was. Now I couldn't care less if I just met him yesterday or the fact that I'm only twenty-one. I've seen so much shit in my lifetime that most people double my ag
Phoebe slaps me so hard that my head flies to the side, and I cover my burning cheek with my hand. I don't blame her, I disappeared, leaving only a stupid letter. But she's still my sister, and as soon as the shock wears off, she envelopes me in her arms. "You fucking bitch!" She sobs in my ear, her arms tightening. "I've been worried sick about you, and then your man summons me to Greece, I didn't know what was going on." I hug her as tight as she's hugging me. "I'm sorry, I can explain, I swear.""It better be one hell of an explanation!" She warns, and I smile. I missed her even more than I realized. "Why don't we all go out for breakfast?" Alessandro suggests behind me, and Phoebe let's me go. She points her finger accusingly at him. "I'm coming with her so she can get ready. Don't think I didn't hear you going at it like bunnies while I was knocking like an idiot." Alessandro smirks arrogantly, and I roll my eyes at him. I blush as images flood me of what the two of us did
My heart is hammering inside my ribcage in absolute terror and panic. How could I be so stupid? So utterly neglectful? I programmed the next date of my shot into my phone's calendar, which I left at home, and it completely went over my head. I didn't even think about it once. And the amount of sex Alessandro and I've had combined with my shitty luck, Phoebe might be right. His sperm cells are probably trying to get into my eggs right now. "Fuck, what do I do?" I hardly recognize my own voice as I look at Phoebe while worry clouds my mind. Phoebe shrugs as if it's nothing. "You could get the morning after pill, but the longer you wait to take it, the less effective it becomes." We've been fucking non-stop for three days, plus how am I going to explain the morning after pill to Alessandro? I can ask Thomas to take us to a pharmacy, but his instructions are to follow me like a hawk. There's no way he won't tell Alessandro what we were doing at the pharmacy. "But it's worth a try,
I didn't realize how much I've missed the city until I step down from Alessandro's private jet and I inhale the polluted air. I've been to two amazing places, yet the feeling of home envelopes me in this very place I ran to in order to get away from my past. Alessandro's fingers thread through mine, and he looks down at me with the promise of a new life. Excitement unfurls in the pit of my belly. This time will be different. I'm no longer scared to be with him fully, and he's finally willing to let go of what he thought his marriage would be like one day. I might not like the spotlight in which he inevitably lives, but I'd rather have cameras flashing in my face than being hidden away like a dirty secret. And I know we look incredibly mismatched. Alessandro looks stylish without trying in black jeans and a black shirt. He looks classy even after a very long flight. Whereas I'm in my signature hoodie, sweatpants, and sneakers looking like something the cat dragged in. My hair is in
I look at the time on my phone for what must be the twentieth time. Where the hell is Alessandro? After convincing me thay we should see a gynecologist together and sending me the date and time I should be there, he is now a no-show. Maybe it's for the best anyway because he's been hovering around me for the last two days whenever he's at my place as if I'm already pregnant. And according to Phoebe, I was supposed to get my period if that damn pill was successful, and so far nothing has happened. Not even one tiny red spot. But that's not what Google said. Apparently, I'll get my period on schedule or maybe like a week earlier. It doesn't really matter, what matters is, is that I'm in the waiting room of a gynecologist with Thomas as my companion who is languidly browsing through pregnancy magazines. "Planning on getting someone knocked up?" I joke, trying to hide my nerves. "Pregnancy is a beautiful thing." He replies without looking up from whatever it is that he's reading.
The psycho in me calms down immediately, and I dial Phoebe's number. "Sissy!" She answers on the first ring. "What the hell is happening? I was still sleeping when one of Alessandro's men came knocking like the house was on fire!" "Where are you now?" I want to know. "She's with my wife and son in the car behind us." Thomas informs me. I nod at him in the rear view mirror. "I don't know what is happening yet. All I know is, is that Alessandro's parents are missing, so we're probably going to a safe place." "Oh god, what do I tell Kevin?" She screeches. "He's going to freak out!" "Make up a lie if you have to." I sigh. I couldn't care less what she tells Kevin right now. All I care about is that she's safe and sound. I have to talk to Alessandro. I have to hear his voice to know that he's okay. Not okay, but alive, at least. I hang up on Phoebe and try calling Alessandro again. This isn't gonna work if he doesn't let me in on what's happening. Especially if his parents are miss
Raquel Whittle is a cocroach I want to squash under the sole of my sneakers. My hand has never itched so much to stab someone like I want to stab her. I managed to pull myself together when we got to the safe house, but Phoebe could see I was crying, and she hugged me. Lo and behold, Miss Whittle started bawling her eyes out, saying how much she loved Dario's parents and how much they mean to her. Why the fuck did Alessandro think it would be a good idea for the two of us to stay in the same house together? Why is she even part of the people that he wants to keep safe. She's disposable to Dario. "Don't worry." Phoebe rubs my back as she looks from the murderous expression on my face to the blonde witch. "I snagged us the room furthest from theirs." Maybe I should go there and lock myself up until this whole nightmare is over. Until Alessandro keeps his promise and gets back to me. "I need vodka and a cigarette." I growl, and Phoebe's eyes widen, traveling to my very flat stomac
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