"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
"Shhh..." She drag her finger across the man's lips making him calm down a little at her touch knowing he cannot hear her, but I can bet his auditory sense are sending impulses through his nervous system that will be able to drive a group of people nuts. "I am sorry." James hang his head facing the floor as he start to sob. I knew he was piece of shit and I knew he was a softy, but crying so early on when Mia haven't even started yet... This was just lousy. "About everything..." He continues through his sobs, but it doesn't seem to phase Mia at all. Instead she just continue to walk a round him gradually taking in every sob as defeat and I couldn't move my eyes from her. It was like she was in a world of her own, not minding me or anyone who was just a few kilometers down the street. Where she was supposed to be. A loud scream escape his mouth when Mia drag the dull part of the knife a cross his shoulders, but she quickly return doing the same motion with the other part of the knife
If I were alone with the piece of shit that lumped down over the chair I would never have shot him giving him the easy way out, I would have let him suffer until his dying breath, but instead of doing that I pierced a bullet right through his head above eyes, for Mia's sake. Killing him Mia didn't and by the way, she reacted, I am sure it would have only turned into a problem later on. Plus I needed to see him dead for my own peace of mind and I need to be there for Mia who darted outside after she passed me and was now emptying the contents of her stomach onto the floor while keeping her hands pressed against her lower abdomen and her knees covered in dirt on the floor. I have to admire her perseverance in keeping the dress clean. She was doing a remarkable job of it. "Amore..." Her name floats over my lips on a peaceful cloudy risp while I take her hair into my hands removing it from her face. "We need to go." I place my free hand under her elbow lifting her from her knees to her he
"Why would you take her there?" Achille growls taking a seat next to me on the stool at the bar. This is just what I needed after a night like last night. I couldn’t sleep after what I have doen fearing that I might actually be worse if I did fall asleep which means that I might never be able to share a bed with the one person that I truly want to share my bed with. She ofcourse doesn’t know exactly what happened last night and she obviously doesn’t want to talk about it because this morning when I went to get us some coffee she locked herself in the bathroom getting ready and told me through the thin wall that she was going to be awhile and I should go do what I usually do, because she had plans with her mother. Plans I knew about, but she didn’t want to see me even tough last night she was begging me to not leave her alone. "Another round of whatever he is drinking." He raises his hand signaling the bar lady who nods rewarding him with a big smile, a smile that shamefully tells him t
"Good morning." Mia chirp as I turn around on the bed opening my one eye and closing it again as the sun rays light up the room in a tactic to blind me. She looks well-rested and very eager. Exactly what I needed when I felt like a train ran me over and I can feel my heartbeat in my head. "Did you have fun last night?" "No." I force my eyes open getting used to the light that surrounds her. I turn to my back quickly lifting my back from the bed and bending forward to grab her arm. I pull her onto the bed with me. "I missed you." I land a kiss on her lips when she falls onto the mattress."Oh my goodness. You stink." She pulls away from me giggling. She looks so much mugirlyounger than in the past few days. Yesterday did her very well. This is what she should look like daily. Not stressed and filled with vengeance and hate. Maybe I should rather treasure this side of Mia than put tension on the side she admitted to suppressing her whole life. "How much did you drink last night?" "Come
"I ordered breakfast and then I have a surprise for you." I inform Mia when she exits the bathroom after getting dressed in a pair of skinny jeans, a white top that shows a lot of skin, maybe a little too much for my approval, but I was not going to press that matter. Today is supposed to be a fun and normal day, at least that is what Achille told me. He had this whole day mapped out and organised. Apparently I needed to let go a little, but I know that that only meant I needed to do something a normal couple would do at an resort. Whatever he measures normal to.I place the glass of orange juice on the bedside table and she eagerly takes it in her hand and chuck down the glass of orange juice waiting for her and I gulp down my glass so quickly not even hiding my thirst caused by too much whiskey the previous night before I take a seat on the foot and end of the bed. "Some pancakes, syrup and fruits." I reveal her specially ordered plate when I remove the lid keeping it from contracti
"Do we have to go?" She questions me almost beg-like pouting her lips at me when she places her hand palm down onto my cheat gazing up at me with her tired eyes. I couldn't help but smile at her sunkissed nose with its reddish tan even though she did put in some sunscreen beforehand a few of the sun's rays still fell on her beautiful soft skin. "I am tired and would much rather just go to bed." She pleads. Her curly dark locks fall over her shoulders revealing her naked neck while a flowery blue and white dress covers her body or at least the parts that needed to be covered. "You need to eat first." I remind her of where her energy comes from. She barely ate during the day and ice cream doesn't count. "Besides, I already booked us a table." I make her aware of our booking... Or let me rather say Achillie made us a booking and if I didn't agree to his plans I would have easily given in to her suggestion to have her all to myself in the room and we could eat whenever we wanted to, but I
"Gentlemen." I turn around on the very same bar stool I sat on when I laid my eyes on Madelaine for the first time. At least the bar had some type of upgrade since then. The old stinky furniture with their vintage smell and worn down appearance has been replace with clean marble tiles and very modern looking black and shiny bar furniture, but some things didn't change... Like the bar stools, some crappy bar decorations and a young girl behind the bar that appears scared and very cooperative. *** "I have a business preposal..." He starts and I immediately rise to my feet. I am not doing any business with him and I have made it clear already that we are done. No more free transport for his loads and no more payments to keep him out of my business. We have established that much already. "Come on Benvenuto, here me out." He pleads. "Let's start afresh and treat each other with mutual respect." "You have five minutes." I declare taking in the seat again and sliding my empty glass towar
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