"What is all this?" Mia inquire very curious about what I obtained from the grocery store, glancing into the bag as I place it on the small kitchen counter next to the old stove. "I told you I was going to get us some food didn't I?" I swat away her hand from the bag that she tries to open. She was so inquisitive as always, but she seemed different, better. "I know." She removes her hand from the bag for a moment just to attempt at it again using the other hand this time. "I just thought that you were going to bring us Burgers or chips or something." She shrugs pulling out the bottle of extra virgin cooking oil which I remove from her hand and place on the counter. "Not fresh ingredients." She really does sound surprised as she tangles the diminutive bag of garlic cloves in the air. "Give me that." I once more remove the item from her hand placing it next to the oil. "Take this one." I shove the other bag towards her to empty it. "What is this?" A huge smile spread over her lovely
"Who the fuck are you?" The small figured man with his dirty blonde hair cut into a boyband type of style tries to act tough even though he is bound to a chair in the middle of a storage unit on the outer part of the resort where no guests are allowed and no one would hear him scream when I start to strip away his life tissue by tissue. "You don't know who you are messing with." He continues to threaten me and Achille as we stood to the side waiting for Achilles's new companion to bring the piece of scum that actually pulled the trigger that launched the bullet into Angela. "100 Dollars he screeches first." Achilles chuckles trying to make a bet that would ensure he wins. Of course, he will start talking first. He isn't a part of this long enough to comprehend what he got himself into. He will take the easiest way out, but that doesn't mean that we are not going to have fun first."Too easy..." I shake my head. "100 Dollars says I can make him yell like a little bitch even before firs
"Thank you for doing this." Mia round the corner of the kitchen entrance with an empty glass in her hand, she scan across the room, she was referring to me cleaning the kitchen. "Join me." I invite her to sit on the opposite side of the table from where I was sitting, appreciating a well-deserved espresso while scrolling through the emails on my phone, but I quickly exit placing the phone face down on the table to be able to give all my attention to Mia. I needed to have a very important conversation with her and I am afraid if she stood or sat, for that matter, too close to me I will easily be distracted and we needed to have a lightheaded and serious discussion of what we were doing and what we wanted from each other. "I expected that much." She grins planting her little ass down on the wooden chair on the other side of the table and placing the glass next to a second bottle of wine and although I would much rather not open the bottle I go against my own desire and pick it up to d
"Damian." Mia breathe looking at me from under her lashes as she opens the white-laced box on the foot and end of the bed. "This is gorgeous." She holds up the emerald-colored designer dress in front of her inspecting every detail, her eyes that match the dress so generously tell me that she loves it. "This must have cost a fortune." She gently hugs it to her body mouthing a silent 'thank you' my way. "Of course." I admire her expectations for the little things. "There is one more thing." I tread carefully knowing that we had this conversation once before and it didn't go down as easily as I have hoped. I hand her a small package containing a new cellphone and the look in her gaze immediately changes."We spoke about this." She warns."I know, but before you decline. I spoke to your dad and he agrees that this phone might be a better choice for you.""Damian." She grits through her teeth. "I need you to stop buying me things, please! I am not your kid or some poor helpless girl in nee
"Damian." Mia breathe looking at me from under her lashes as she opens the white-laced box on the foot and end of the bed. "This is gorgeous." She holds up the emerald-colored designer dress in front of her inspecting every detail, her eyes that match the dress so generously tell me that she loves it. "This must have cost a fortune." She gently hugs it to her body mouthing a silent 'thank you' my way. "Of course." I admire her expectations for the little things. "There is one more thing." I tread carefully knowing that we had this conversation once before and it didn't go down as easily as I have hoped. I hand her a small package containing a new cellphone and the look in her gaze immediately changes."We spoke about this." She warns."I know, but before you decline. I spoke to your dad and he agrees that this phone might be a better choice for you.""Damian." She grits through her teeth. "I need you to stop buying me things, please! I am not your kid or some poor helpless girl in nee
"Antonio." I greet the man responsible for the completion of the hotel. "You have outdone yourself." I compliment him shaking his hand the process. "Thank you, Ben. It was no without its own challenges." He reminds me. "Oh... I know." I chuckle. "Miss Mia." He divert his attention to my beautiful guest that is accompanying me. "You look lovely." He compliments her kissing past both her cheeks. "You can call me Mia." She blushes a little. "This place looks amazing. You really did an amazing job." Her eyes scroll over the white sparkling tiles where the last time blood spills stained them. "Thank you, Mia." He nods appreciating her kind words. "They are waiting for you to cut the ribbon outside." He reminds me of the little tradition that goes back decades. "I will join my parents, while you do your thing." Mia pulls out her arm from mine, but I was faster and promptly grab onto her arm lugging her closer and then cape my arm around her lower back. "Oh no..." I gently place my
"Can I have this dance?" I interrupt Mia and a lady deep in an exchange of words. "Hello." I greet the older woman that had my girl's attention so closely. "Benvenuto." I take her hand into mine and leave a quick peck on the dorsal part of her hand. "Do you mind if I steal her for a moment?" I question, but don't wait for an answer, because the answer didn't matter anyway. I take Mia's hand and tug her gently towards me before leading her onto the dance floor."Who was that?" I question Mia who doesn't seem to be talking to me, still. She has been ignoring me since our small assertion in the hotel room and it needed to end now. "Mia?" I will her to talk to me as I pull her closely against me and start to move to the rhythm of the classical violin that dominate the song. "What is it to you? Now you want to tell me who I can and cannot talk to?" She roll her eyes at me making my grip on her hand tighter, but she doesn't complain or withdraw her hand from mine. "I was making conversatio
"Thank God you are alive." James breath through a busted open lip wearing the reminder that Ben's fists has already been there, he drag his eyes from the floor towards Mia who stand in front of him in all her glory dressed in an overpriced, but sparkling gown with flat black pump on her feet that she so badly wants to hide from my attention, but already noticed on our drive to the far part of the resort that she changed from her heels to the shoes I brought just for in case her feet got sore or tired. She is breathtaking and fearless in the moment while James seemed relieved that she was alive. "That was also my initial thought." She agrees with him making his shoulders relax a slightly. "I mean... Who wants to die right?" She shrug lifting her hands up in the air facing her palms to the roof keeping it like that for a few seconds. If I died, I mean the things that Mr. Damian would have done to you..." She taunts him and in consequence he let his head hang unable to keep it uoright an