I felt my body raise up inside the car as it went up and off the road. I held tightly to the chair, Camille's hand tightly on the steering wheel. Everything happened so fast. One time I was hitting my back against the car as it went up and off the road, the next I'm being thrown forward as the car made contact with the road again. I'm able to stop myself from reaching the front glass shield and crashing right through it as I quickly pressed my feet on the dashboard. The next thing I saw was the door going off the road as Camille lost total control and the car started to summersault. I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. All I felt was the constant tumble and all the foreign pain that struck my body before everything stopped. I tried to move my body as all the chaos stopped but I couldn't. Every inch of my body hurt. After a moment of just laying down there, I tried to peel my eyes open. I saw smoke in the sky. I l
Samuel's P. O. V. As my car drove towards my house, I go into a deep thought. Thoughts about Roselle. After everything I did to her the other day, I'm still not able to look her in the face and I'm not so sure I can look at her right now. She probably hates me right now and I didn't blame her. She thinks I'm a monster and she's right. I've done too many horrible things that I lost count of them. I have killed people that didn't deserve to die, people who knelt and begged for their lives but I still put them down. I have betrayed people who trusted me. And now I hurt Rose. I knew she hated me. The only thing that I can think of doing right now was getting her out of here. I was supposed to get out of here so word doesn't get out that I'm still alive. But now, I wanted to do it for Rose. I felt sorry for what I did to her and I wanted to show her how sorry I am. Getting her to a new place would be a
"34 district avenue, Franchise estate. This is the house address we found linked to one Valentina Montane, " His beta said as he flung papers containing information about his ex mate over the table to him. On the table were 3 photographs of a woman taken from a distance. The woman in this photo is dressed in leather blazers, her blond hair straight and cut short to her shoulders. Mikhail peered closely at the pictures displayed in front of him. He remembered his mate to be having silky Raven black hair. "What do you mean Valentina Montane?" Mikhail asked his beta, Dean. Dean looked over the pictures to make sure he wasn't wrong, too. "That's all my men and i coud gather, sire, " he said. "It seems she doesn't go by her former name, Laela Mccarthy." Mikhail watched the image of the woman he loved to stupor. His one true mate. Something stung in his chest. He couldn't get a clear image of her skin, but he knew she looked different from the woman she was 8 yea
My fingers shook like leaves in the breeze as I raised them, my heartbeat hummingbird quick. Samuel's strong hand was firm and steady as he took mine and slipped the ring onto my finger. White gold with twenty small diamonds. What was meant as a sign of love and devotion for other couples was nothing but a testament of his ownership of me. A daily reminder of the golden cage I’d be trapped in for the rest of my life. Until death do us part wasn’t an empty promise as with so many other couples that entered the holy bond of marriage. There was no way out of this union for me. I was Rico's until the bitter end. The last few words of the oath that men swore when they were inducted into the mafia could just as well have been the closing of my wedding vow: “I enter alive and I will have to get out dead.” I should have run when I still had the chance. Now, as hundreds of faces from the Italy and New York Familias stared back at us, flight was no longer an option. Nor was
The day my school's principal called me into his office to have a word with me, I knew it wasn't good news, and somehow I'd seen it coming. There was no hiding it as the rumors had been going on around the school, fast spreading like wildfire. The famous Lobos Samuel Curtez had been killed at his own party. Samuel Curtez was the world's biggest nuisance and the country's most wanted criminal. He was New York's head of the popular 'zolo' mafia gang, taking after his late father, Carlos Curtez, who had terrorised and shaken up the world in the same manner. Samuel Curtez was rumored to run the largest drug moving organization in fifteen different countries. Last semester, Katy hadn't resumed school with us and when she was asked, she said her sister went missing and that she overhead her parents saying Samuel Curtez had kidnapped her from the rail road but they didn't want it to go out.Samuel Curtez, the most notorious criminal ever recorded and ever wanted in history. I couldn't
My heart drummed loudly inside my chest. The hairs at the back of my neck stood out. Sweat quickly formed on my skin, which I soon realised was goosebumps. At the tips of my fingers, it felt like tiny needles were prickling them. They were all fear. And surprise. Fear of what was to come out next. Fear of what I knew my father was going to say."Rose," my father called gently "You're coming with me, girl." Samuel Curtez cuts my father off, causing me to snap my head towards him.He had a grim look on his face and a cornered grin on his lips. Why did he look like that? Why was he so amused? Well, I did look like someone who was about to wet her pants because I couldn't believe what he had just said. Coming with him?I looked back at my father for an explanation. "Listen, Rose, you are better off with him. We made an arrangement, and he will take you right away. I am protecting you." My father rushed.I'd thought I couldn't talk. For a second, I couldn't even move my lips. They c
I took two steps back and tried to steady my breathing. My phone. I needed my phone. I hurried back to the bed and picked the pillows out. Nothing. That was when I sighted a green telephone seated on the bed stand. A telephone? Why was a telephone there? This all makes sense now. The large balcony with a beautiful view outside overlooking the city. This was a hotel. A fucking exotic hotel at that. Quickly, I picked up the telephone receiver and punched in the only number in my head. Kimberly's. Kimberly was the only thing I had closest to a friend in school. Although we never do activities friends are supposed to do together as friends, I did have her number. I punched on dial and the call just beeped twice and that's it. The call disconnected. I tried again and again and the telephone just seemed to be dead. After a while I slowly walked out of the room until I reached an elevator. All the other buttons didn't work except the button for the next floor above. I know it was a b
The commotion inside the room stopped except for Matteo, who was still shouting lewd suggestions of what Samuel could do to me. Yes ,I got to know the younger looking guy's name was Matteo when he wouldn't stop laughing as he saw me, and Samuel had to call him out on it. “Shut up, Matteo, and go find a whore to fuck,” Samuel said, his eyes still fixed on me. Silence reigned outside. My eyes wandered toward the king-sized bed in the center of the room and terror gripped me. Samuel had his own whore to fuck every night and until the end of days. The price for my body hadn’t been paid in money, but it might as well have been. I wrapped my arms around my middle, trying to quench my panic. Samuel walked around thr table and reached me with a predatory look on his face. My legs turned weak. Maybe if I fainted, I’d be spared, and even if he didn’t care if I was conscious and took me anyway, at least I wouldn’t remember anything. He thrust his jacket over the armchair next to
"34 district avenue, Franchise estate. This is the house address we found linked to one Valentina Montane, " His beta said as he flung papers containing information about his ex mate over the table to him. On the table were 3 photographs of a woman taken from a distance. The woman in this photo is dressed in leather blazers, her blond hair straight and cut short to her shoulders. Mikhail peered closely at the pictures displayed in front of him. He remembered his mate to be having silky Raven black hair. "What do you mean Valentina Montane?" Mikhail asked his beta, Dean. Dean looked over the pictures to make sure he wasn't wrong, too. "That's all my men and i coud gather, sire, " he said. "It seems she doesn't go by her former name, Laela Mccarthy." Mikhail watched the image of the woman he loved to stupor. His one true mate. Something stung in his chest. He couldn't get a clear image of her skin, but he knew she looked different from the woman she was 8 yea
Samuel's P. O. V. As my car drove towards my house, I go into a deep thought. Thoughts about Roselle. After everything I did to her the other day, I'm still not able to look her in the face and I'm not so sure I can look at her right now. She probably hates me right now and I didn't blame her. She thinks I'm a monster and she's right. I've done too many horrible things that I lost count of them. I have killed people that didn't deserve to die, people who knelt and begged for their lives but I still put them down. I have betrayed people who trusted me. And now I hurt Rose. I knew she hated me. The only thing that I can think of doing right now was getting her out of here. I was supposed to get out of here so word doesn't get out that I'm still alive. But now, I wanted to do it for Rose. I felt sorry for what I did to her and I wanted to show her how sorry I am. Getting her to a new place would be a
I felt my body raise up inside the car as it went up and off the road. I held tightly to the chair, Camille's hand tightly on the steering wheel. Everything happened so fast. One time I was hitting my back against the car as it went up and off the road, the next I'm being thrown forward as the car made contact with the road again. I'm able to stop myself from reaching the front glass shield and crashing right through it as I quickly pressed my feet on the dashboard. The next thing I saw was the door going off the road as Camille lost total control and the car started to summersault. I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. All I felt was the constant tumble and all the foreign pain that struck my body before everything stopped. I tried to move my body as all the chaos stopped but I couldn't. Every inch of my body hurt. After a moment of just laying down there, I tried to peel my eyes open. I saw smoke in the sky. I l
Roselle's P O V. I stood next to my door window the entire day until dusk sets in. Camille has been around the entire day keeping me company. Samuel never showed up and it was just better that way. Some minutes ago, Camille had informed me about the shortage of food and that he would like to drive down the grocery store to buy some things. I thought quickly in that instant. I still haven't seen any guards since the last time I was here. The only person appearing to be in this house with me after doctor Eugene left was Camille alone. If I wanted to leave, this was the perfect time to do so and I had the best plan. Camille didn't sleep here. She merely just comes around to attend to me and leave. I expected that she probably has a car that she drives in and out in every day. "Um.... Please can you please make me some coffee?" I said last minute as that was the only thing I thought of in that moment. I wanted to stall for
Samuel's P. O. V. I puffed out the smoke from my cigarette and drank from the glass of alcohol in my other hand before staring into the dark night. I watched the city from the hotel balcony as I waited for Matteo to meet with me. We had a lot to finish. After taking Roselle back to the house, I had to leave immediately because I couldn't get rid of this guilt I was feeling. I felt like an idiot going off on her like that. She crossed a line when she slapped me but that didn't warrant me hitting her like that and even locking her in there for days. After putting her inside the bathroom, I couldn't stand myself so I left. I didn't know why I did that but I knew that I needed some time alone to cook myself after speaking with Matteo. I remember Matteo meeting me at a casino as I started drinking. "Hey hey slow down a bit, will ya?" Matteo had said as he grabbed a
I continued to wake and pass back into unconsciousness a few times. Sometimes the bright light hurt my eyes, sometimes I'm met with a pitch darkness. I found myself drifting away once in a while until I felt the stinging sensation in my throat. I woke up feeling dehydrated. My lips hurt from being so dry and my throat felt soar. I found myself still laid on the now wet floor of the bathroom. My hair was damp and smeared on my head and forehead. My body was soaked in water, my shirt and sweatpants dampen. I didn't know how I managed to get all this water on my body. The bright light burned my eyes so I squint my eyes as I strained them towards the door. Only when I tried to move closer to the door did I find that I didn't have any strength in me. I didn't know how long I've been in this bathroom but as I tried to remember how I ended up here, I felt the memory being too distant to me. After Samuel punched me in the face, he had tossed me in he
Roselle's P O V. I saw the anger that crossed Samuel's eyes as I landed a slap on his face. My heart made a bolting beat instantly . I hadn't intended to slap him but his words made me angry for some reason unknown to myself . Samuel grabs my hard with an urgent force as he rose to his feet angrily. This was my chance to escape from him. If I screamed right now these people would intervene and it would definitely lead to my escape from him. There was no doubt what he would do to me if he suceeds in taking me away from here. But something kept stopping me. I couldn't do it. Not like this. "Come on!" He said angrily as he pulled me roughly out of my chair and pushed me towards the exit door. I noticed a few people looked up at us as he roughly pushed me. They all looked concerned but neither of them said a word. Because it wasn't any of their business that's why. Samuel's grip around my wrist was hard and crushing but I couldn'
Author's P O V.THREE WEEKS EARLIER The Curtez's family were known to rank number 2 among the Italian Mafia hierarchy. After the Delmando mafia family that ranked number one in not just Italy but also countless neighbouring countries and states. Samuel Curtez was the second child of Gustavo Curtez and Amelia Curtez. Gustavo was known by everyone in the Mafia organization to be a don on his own. Gustavo was cruel and ruthless and feared nothing or anyone. He was on top of his A game and didn't give a fuck about anyone, not even his family, not even Samuel. Samuel's older brother, Pedro Curtez was the white horse of the family. He was the complete opposite of Samuel and easily the favorite of their parents. At least that's what Samuel thought. Pedro was just like their mother, Amelia. He was peaceful and reserved. Pedro always had the big dream of changing the world, just the same way Samuel wanted to change the world. Only they chose d
Roselle's P. O. V I didn't try to fight Samuel as he pulled me with him. I just let him lead me out of his office room. He takes a turn by his first right and we came into a living room. This looked like a completely different side of the house that I've never seen before. The living room is much wider and beautiful, the color of the decor and the walls mature, all a mixture of milky coffee and white with a hint of grey. I wondered if this was his side of the house. He pulls me across the living room towards the wide stairs at the side. "Where are you taking me?" I asked him curiously. I'm going to have to start a fuss if he keeps pulling me towards that stairs without telling me what was waiting for me up there. "If I was going to kill you, I'd have done it in my office room Roselle, I can hide your body better in there." He said as he pulled me up the stairs and I followed reluctantly. "I'm not