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"What are you saying?" Alessandro wants to know. I sigh. Did I not make myself clear? "I'm saying we're all in or we're out." I rub my eyes, frustrated at this situation. "It's never going to work." He shakes his head. "My parents have been together for years, my mother is kept safe, and that setup works." "No offense, but your parents are living a lie." How can he not see that? "A lie that is keeping everyone alive." He looks at me like I'm the dumb blonde that showed up with him at the club last night. "Listen, if you want to live like that, go ahead and do it. But I'm not going to be a part of it." "So you'd rather be dead?" He asks in disbelief. "Or do you just really don't want to be with me?" I throw my hands in the air. "That is what you took from this? That I don't want to be with you? After everything?" He turns around and starts to get dressed. "What, you're leaving now?" I laugh. "Again?" "Well, we're not exactly solving anything, are we?" He throws his T
"You're what!"I exclaim in shock. Of all the things she could've told me, "I'm pregnant." is the last thing I expected to come out of her mouth. "SSShhhhh!" She looks around with wide eyes, but nobody is paying us any attention. "Is it Evan's?" I ask softer. "When did you find out?" "Of course it's Evan's!" She whisper-shouts. "He's the only person I've slept with apart from the boyfriend I had in high school!" "So what, you didn't use protection?" I know I sound like a complete hypocrite right now, because apart from the shot to not get pregnant, I didn't use any protection either. Sammy blushes and looks everywhere but at me. "You didn't use protection?" I'm actually shocked. "You're like the most responsible person I know!" "I was drunk! So I didn't exactly think with the correct brain!" And I can't blame her because I would have probably made the exact same mistake. I'm really glad now I went to the student health care center with Alessandro dropping me like I'm h
Me: You're still stalking me? The Devil: I never stopped. Phoebe and I are sitting at the kitchen table, hoping to hear something from the conversation going on in the living room, but it's futile. Sammy and Evan are talking in hushed tones, I just hope she tells him the truth of what's going on. I never thought he was a bad guy, I'm sure he'll step up and take responsibility in whatever form Sammy wants that to be. Gosh, I can't imagine being pregnant at twenty-one, you haven't even really lived your life yet. "I think you're next." Phoebe says. I frown. "Next with what?" "Getting pregnant." She says as if it's just a walk to the supermarket. "First I got pregnant, now Sammy, they say news always comes in threes." "You know, sometimes you come up with really stupid shit." I shake my head and get up from the table, opening the fridge to have something to do with my hands. All this baby talk is making me nervous. I'm not stupid, I know no birth control is one-hundred per
I wish Alessandro would look at me like Kevin is looking at my sister right now. With stars in his eyes like he would do anything for her if she asked him to. Be in a freaking relationship with her like normal people. "Do I look okay?" She asks him. I roll my eyes. She looks smoking hot in a tiny black dress and the same thigh-high boots I tried to seduce Alessandro in. I'm wearing a white blazer dress with white ankle boots that she of course advised me to wear. And then she made me pose for various pictures with her, stating she dressed us like that to look like opposites for her social media pages. I don't think I'm cut out for the model life, I find posing for pictures extremely tedious, but I told her I would do it, so now I can't exactly say no. "You look ravishing." Kevin smiles dreamily, earning him another eye roll from me. "We should go, I think Thomas is already waiting for us." I might puke if I have to witness the sickening love birds complementing each other e
I'm knocked on my back by a hard body and momentarily lose my breath, but then my hands feel the familiar planes of Alessandro's body as he lies on top of me to protect me from the gunshots around us. People are screaming, and I hear the words 911, but I'm in that place where all I feel is calm whenever I'm in danger. I feel rather than see Alessandro take out a gun from a holster on his hip. I know for a fact that he's not always carrying, so the fact that he is right now, indicates that something is going on that I don't know about. And maybe that was why he was so upset when I didn't agree to his terms of not being his girlfriend in public. The gunshots subside and Alessandro gets up from me. "Is everyone okay?" "What the fuck was that?" I hear Kevin say, and I'm just glad the poor guy is alive because I would've felt really guilty if he was shot when we invited him into the danger. Especially with a promising career like his. I open my eyes as someone takes my hand and lift
There's a mole somewhere in Alessandro's organization. I feel more scared now than I did when I thought people were after me just because we were together. There's no way the Russians could know it was me who killed their most powerful assassin because all the Russians were killed that could have been eyewitnesses. I'm sure Alessandro killed them all. Someone from the Moretti family is dirty. And that means my life is really in danger because all of them know it was me who was kidnapped that time, so what other female could have killed him? "Fuck." I sit up straight. "What are we going to do?" We were shot at tonight. The only family I have were in danger because they were looking for me. Alessandro sighs again like he's an old man. "We only got confirmation tonight. I think we need to have you bunkered down until we figure out who the mole is." I frown down at him. "Bunkered down? What does that mean? What about Phoebe? They're starting filming soon, I don't want to ta
The guy at border control looks from my passport up to me and I gulp. I really hope I don't look as nervous as I'm feeling. The 'cab driver' who picked me up back at home, handed me a package with a passport in the name of Olivia Petersen, along with a few thousand dollars of cash and even more yen. I boarded a plane to Japan without any problems, but now the Japanese official is very thorough in checking the passport and Visa which looks extremely legit. "Is this your first time visiting Japan?" He asks with a slight accent. I plaster a smile on my face. "It is, I'm very excited to be visiting your country." He smiles back slightly and stamps my password and I exhale quietly in relief. I trusted Alessandro to get me documentation that would pan out. I don't intend to be talking to anyone here or make friends, so hopefully I won't be having to use the alias. Apparently, the Russians won't be looking for me in Japan, so I will be safe here for now. Alessandro promised me h
I wonder what Phoebe is doing, if they started filming at the club. I wonder if she's mad at me for disappearing. She probably is. I would be thoroughly pissed off if she did that to me. Life in Kyoto has been beautiful and completely uneventful. During the day I wander down the old streets, admire the beautiful architecture, and eat in quaint restaurants food I've never tried before. Every Monday morning, when I open my front door, there's an envelope with cash in it. I have tried to stay awake all night in case I hear a sound outside to investigate who is leaving the money, but I never hear anything. Almost a month has passed, and I miss Alessandro with everything that I am. There's a void in my heart, a physical ache that doesn't want to go away. I still want to hit myself over the head for allowing another human being to have so much power over me. But he asked me to trust him, and I do. So I run. Every morning at six am, I put on my running shoes that I bought courtesy of the