I couldn't get in much sleep last night, I checked in on Mia every half an hour just to be sure she was okay, but she slept through the night. I never know what her next move will be so I have to keep my eye on her so she doesn't do anything that will probably make me flare or spiral into a fucking mess. At first, I thought that she was just another scared woman who wouldn't be able to handle my kind of life, but she surprised me the night I took her, pointing a gun at me was a bad move, but I liked her spirit so I wanted to learn more about her.Then she turned into the fearful woman I met when she wasn't sure what will happen to her. That day I gave her my firearm again and she was allowed to ask whatever she wanted to know, but this time she played a little with the dangerous piece of steel before putting it away and talking to me like we were two normal people. She wasn't scared anymore. She was frightened when Madelaine sliced her own wrists but decided that she wouldn't run aw
I threw the pillows stacked in the shape of Mia's body under the linen onto the floor. "Fuck!" I shout as I batter towards where my phone laid on the ground and grab it on my way outside texting Achille to get the word out that Mia was gone and I wanted her found. "What the fuck am I paying you for?" I grab the first man I see standing outside on the pathway leading to the cars. "Tell me how the fuck Mia can just walk out of here without any of you stopping her." I shout as I run him into the wall."Boss." Two other men drag me off of him. "Carlo said that you knew." Lorenzo's words charred into my ears as I let go of Luca. "Call him and tell him to bring her back now." I order kicking the garden gnome into pieces. "And get rid of the fucking gnomes." I hated the fucking things. "He is not answering." Lorenzo notifies me."Then why the fuck are you still standing here?" Go fucking find her!" I shout as I head to my car. Suddenly four black Trofeo's flood the road with me following b
"Wake up sleepy head." I place the glass of orange juice and two aspirins on the table next to Mia's bed. "How are you feeling?" I grin as I whirl her around on the bed and loosen the rope around her wrists. "Like I have been kidnapped again, but worse." The pillow muffles her voice. "Good. You need to get dressed I have meetings to attend." I order her. "So why do I need to get dressed?" She sits up on the bed taking the tablets between her fingers and places them on her tongue before washing them off with a sip of juice. "Clearly you can't be left without supervision." I wink at her as I leave the room for her to get ready. She shouted something about not being a child, but I couldn't care less. I had a good night's sleep and was already filled with energy and ready for another day with Mia. If I couldn't separate my work life and personal life then I will handle them concurrently. I run my fingers across the files in my desk's drawer picking out eight files. These are the ones
"Ben." Mia's voice hauls me from sleep. We got up early this morning to catch the plane so that we can be in time for Mia's mother's surgery. I tied up some loose ends last night so I decided to catch up on some sleep on the plane. "I think we are practically there, we need to get our story straight." "Our story?" My voice was hoarse from sleep. I open and close my eyes a few times to get them used to the light. "Yes." She nods nervously or excitedly. I wasn't convinced. "How did my mother get a heart? How did I know it before they did? Who are you?" Her last sentence almost faded. "Maybe you should stay at a hotel. My father will have many questions if I bring home someone." "Mia, calm down. We talked about this. I am not leaving you alone." I sit up straight. I couldn't take the chance of her being alone and somebody trying to hurt her. There is no way that the families don't already know who she is. I can't take the chance. "Everything will be fine." "Are you sure? Because my
"What are you doing?" Mia questions me as I fall onto the bed in what used to be her old room. I cross my arms behind my head watching her uncomfortably tripling from one foot to the other. "What do you mean?" I ask innocently with a grin on my face. I knew she wanted to change into her sleepwear, but we were sharing a room here and if she wanted to change so badly she could always use the bathroom across the hall. "Fine." She challenges starting to unbutton her dress shirt. "This is my house and here I make the rules." She tries very hard to sound bossy, but her voice fades with every piece of clothing that falls to the ground and silence fell over her as she stood in only her underwear. "Happy?" She questions with her arms in the air, palms up like she was waiting for me to answer. "Not particularly." I shrug. "Why are you so ashamed of your body? You are perfect." I met woman with bodies who I would not see myself touching, but they weren't this self-conscious about them and
"I am fine." Madelaine assures me over the phone. She started her first day at college and I wanted to know how she was fitting in. She was staying with my mother for the time being as Mia and I were in New York, but I didn't want her to think that I forgot her so I called her on her new smartphone. She answered on the second ring. Probably staring at the screen like teenagers do, when the phone rang. "Achille is taking me shopping today. He said that I could choose whatever I liked, but I don't want you to spend any more money on me. I can never repay what you have already done for me." "Madelaine, listen to me. I know we haven't had the chance to get to know each other the way we should have and I know that you have never had the chance to be a child, which breaks my heart, but I want you not to worry about being so accountable anymore. I promise that I will not put you through anything like that again. You are now my responsibility. My family, my daughter. I want you to have every
"Good morning Sleepyhead." Achilles sings and the sound pierce through my ears, I am awake, but actually letting them know that I am awake seems to be impossible. "Here is some coffee." He continues and I can hear movement surrounding me, there must be another person in the room, Mia?"No changes?" I hear Angela's voice when I try once more to force open my heavy eye lids. Failing at another attempt, again. Why does opening my eyes seem so impossible?"He hasn't woken yet, but according to the physician, it won't be long. There is no long-term damage and, to be honest, I prefer him like this for now.." Achille admits to her. "You know if he wakes up he won't rest or even attempt to take it easy and that is what he needs. He needs to recover completely." His voice sounds almost breaking. I am not that fragile, but he quickly recovers. "How are you doing with the list of files? There have been a lot of clients and with everything going on these past weeks we fell behind. He is not going
"Ciao," Achille speaks into his phone after the second ring. "Are you sure?" His worried eyes fall on me as he questions the unknown person on the other end of the call. "Keep your presence low, we need you in there now more than ever. Keep me updated if anything transitions. I will call you back later." He ends the call."Brother, I need you to stay calm and listen to me first. If you as much as look in the direction of the door I swear to God, I will shoot your shanks full of wholes. "One of my men found Mia." "Okay, where is she?" I frown. The fact that she is found is music to my ears, why would Achille be so worried? I mean the fact that she didn't even bother to visit or make contact to hear if I was fine hurt and what hurts the most is that she was so scared of me that she didn't even visit her mother in fear that I would find her but, I was not planning on tracking her down now. Maybe this is for the best. Nothing I did or tried to do for her will ever be enough for her to l
As the soft dawn hues brush against the horizon, I find myself drawn to the kitchen, seeking solace in the familiar routine of making coffee. The previous night has been filled with turmoil, grief, and unexpected moments of connection, leaving me yearning for a moment of calm amidst the storm. As I enter the kitchen, a gentle hush settle over the house, permeating the air with a serenity that seems to hug me in its embrace. I glance around the spotless space, as if the remnants of the chaos from the previous night have been meticulously tidied away or never happened. Achille, the steadfast and caring presence in my life, has made sure that everything is in order before he departed. Job well done. A faint smile curve on my lips as I prepare the coffee, the rich aroma soon filling the kitchen. The rhythmic sounds of the brewing process echoe in the stillness, a gentle symphony that complement the emerging sunlight that starts to flood the room and just as I finish pouring the coffee int
Rather than attempt to keep my burning need for her under control like I know I should or at least to a middle-of-the-roader, I submit myself to it, rather encourage it to be be completely truthful. There is slight gentleness to none left in the kiss we share, but a clear discretion to conquer. My lips press hard against Mia's.My internal struggle, whether to turn her around and fuck her hard, force myself to be gentle with her or push her away is utterly hopeless.I walk her towards the bedroom wall drawing power from her quick and ineffective breaths that clearly indicates how much she wants this. Wants me! I slightly push her away from me, needing to look at her. To make sure she wants this, we stare at one another, both of us taking deep, erratic breaths. Where onetime there was remoteness there is now pain. I yank her from the wall and press her backwards onto the bed before I come out and tear the straps of her shirt, revealing her perfect breasts. She slightly move a way fro
The air droop heavy with despair as my hands rhythmically apply chest compressions to Clarisse's lifeless body. The room is loaded with an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of desperate breaths escaping my lips. I have given everything I have, pouring every ounce of strength into trying to breathe life back into Clarisse when suddenly, something shifts within me. A dreadful realization washes over me, casting a dark shadow upon my trembling heart. I glance at Clarisse's face, her vacant eyes, searching for a glimmer of hope that I know deep down had faded away. It is in this very moment that time seems to stand still for me and a chill crawl up my spine, a heaviness settling in my chest. The room around me becoming a mere backdrop to the overwhelming grief that consume my entire being. The world continue its chaotic dance, yet I feel completely detached from it all and with a shaking hand, I gently press my fingers against Clarisse's motionless wrist. No pulse. No warmth. Only a
The room fall into an eerie silence as Isabelle stand dead quiet, her eyes widened in shock. In her trembling hands, she is holding a gun, aimed directly at me. The weight of the moment drooping heavily in the air, as if time has frozen, and the mere act of breathing seems impossible. Mia's heart pounds loudly in her chest synchronize with mine as the fear for both me and herself course through my veins. In a split second, my instincts kick in and I knew I needed to protect Mia, no matter the cost. With a swift motion, I push her behind me, shielding her from the danger that loom before us. Mia fight against my protective grip, desperate to stand in front of me, to get between her mother and the man she loves."Mama, please, don't do this!" Mia's voice quivere with a mix of fear and desperation. She reach out, tears streaming down her face, longing to connect with her mother's humanity. But I stand firm, my eyes crammed with a combination of judgement and despair. I cannot let Mia ste
Achille's entrance is abrupt, catching me off guard as I release Maya from her pain. My eyes meet Achille's, and in this brief moment, we share an unspoken understanding. Achille approach me, his steps echoing in the room as his gaze never leave Maya's lifeless body lying on the bed. Without a word, Achille places a supportive hand on my shoulder, offering me both physical and emotional strength. We stand side by side, when I break the silence. "She looks so much like Mia, doesn't she?" My voice is filled with a blend of sorrow and recollection, reminding me of the parallel journey we had all been on and he nods, agreeingly, my eyes briefly dart towards him, before returning to the bed where Maya lies."Yes, Ben, she does. Seeing her like this stirs unwanted feelings of Mia, and how she suffered. But Mia is safe now, with Tomasso," he whisper, desperately clinging to the image of hope. Our shared connection deepen as Achille squeezes my shoulder, silently conveying my support and unde
Me, Achille, and Tomasso stand in the concealment of the nearby woods, our breaths masked by the rhythmic rustle of leaves. The time has come to execute our plan to infiltrate the estate where Mia is being held captive. We anxiously watch as my security team move stealthily towards the imposing gates. With the team's well-honed expertise, they approach the perimeter of the estate. Their mission is to disable the security cameras, rendering the enemy blind and creating a clear path for me and my allies to enter undetected. It is a critical moment, one that requires precision and agility.As we approach, the security team divide into smaller groups, each assigned to different sections of the estate's electronic surveillance system. They move swiftly, their movements synchronized like a well-rehearsed dance. Carefully avoiding any motion sensors, they expertly disable the cameras one by one, their actions seamless and silent, while me, Achille, and Tomasso remain still, our hearts poundi
I storm out of Dr. Reynolds' office, my face twisted with anger as I yank open the car door and slam myself inside. Achille, sitting behind the wheel, I imagine, notices my intense demeanorand bracing himself for what's to come. Tomasso, sitting in the backseat, is all too eager to join in the action. "Achille, get everyone ready. We're going on a saving mission. We're bringing Mia home, no matter what it takes." I order my voice mirroring my anger and Achille accustomed to my strong-willed nature, nods with unwavering determination."Understood, Brother. I'll assemble the team right away. We're with you, every step of the way." He nod as he starts to scroll across the screen sending our a broadcast message.Tomasso, unable to contain his excitement, chimes in with a hint of humor and an enormous grin on his face. "Finally, a real adventure! I've been waiting for this moment, Ben. Ready to rescue damsels in distress!"Achille chuckles, realizing the gravity of the situation yet apprec
Achille appears to be very frustrated and determined as he takes a step closer to me as I take in a deep breath in an attempt to get my breathing under control. "Ben, listen. I phoned Manfredio. I had to try to reach Mia, to know if she's safe. But he denied my attempts, he wouldn't let me see her." "Are you out of your fucking mind, Achille? What were you thinking? You've put Mia in danger by contacting Manfredio! How could you do something so reckless?" Anger burst through me and my voice rise as a result. "I know, Ben! I know I took a risk by reaching out to Manfredio. But I had to try! We've exhausted all our options, and I couldn't just sit back and do nothing while Mia is missing." Achilles tries to defend himself taking in a deep breath as he acknowledges my anger."Did he say anything? Is Mia okay?" I question him hopefully. "No, Ben. He didn't say a word about Mia's well-being. But I'm telling you this now so that you know Manfredio might be expecting you. When you do deci
I stand in the crowded and vibrant nightclub's kitchen, music booming in the background when I take out my phone and dials Achille's number. "Ciao, brother. What's up? Why are you calling me when you know it is time for my novela and what is that noise in the background?" His voice ring into the phone laced with some humor. "Brother, you won't believe it, man. I'm at the club, and something incredible has happened. I need your help, and I have some new information to share with you regarding Mia.""Woah, slow down, Ben." He interject. "Take a deep breath and start from the beginning. What happened and are you okay? You sound... Different." Even over the phone Achille notices that I am not one hundred percent completely myself."I can't explain it, Achille. I'm not feeling like myself tonight. It's... It's something I cannot explain." I lie, and poorly at it too."You don't say?" I can hear the judgment in his voice, maybe mixed with some concern. "That's...unexpected. Are you sure ev