Silently, Nicole mumbled a quiet prayer in her heart, as she stepped into Xander's manor, the dark feeling enveloping her soul as the cool night breeze scattered across her hair.She gazed out the crook window, and the curtains that blew with a mighty wind, her heart still beating, slowly, she placed a hand in her chest, trampling the dark tiles on the floor. Why was she feeling scared? Was it normal for her when Xander said she was in trouble? What could he do to her, she didn't want to think much, hence, she breathed in slowly before her head tilted over to Zane."It's already night, you should go to bed." Her lips twitched upward, her voice trembled slightly.He raised a brow at her, feeling feverish, "Alright." He turned back, walking along the quiet hall, but then, he turned back, his voice growing soft. "Goodnight."Her heart warmed, and then, she noticed the door that linked to a room, twisting the door knob, she walked into the room, her hands crossed together.The door chime
Xander propped the cigar, the stench of smoke filling the whole room, as he watched Lucas discuss about Nightwalker.And, slowly, he dropped the cigar on the table, making a quiet noise, he gazed out the twinkling of the night sky, his lips perking up a bit, he turned to Lucas. "It's night, go to bed."Lucas glanced up at him, his daring black hair falling in between the crook of his neck, and his golden blonde eyes shimmering. "Yes. Xander." He walked to the door, before he excited the room, the door creaking closeXander sighed, still on his bed, his hands made way to the crook of his jaw, before he massaged it slowly, lately, loads of things had been going on in his life. First, he had to figure out who this night walker was and why she kept on constantly attacking his were house, and then, he has to get rid of her, in the most painful way he had imangined.Getting a gun close to her lips, and striking her dead, definitely what he had imagined, making her fell hell before she taste
Her hands fell over to his chest, and she fluttered her eye lids closed, feeling a sense of loneliness. Heck, she was always lonely, all her life, she pushed away the people that tried to come close to her.She shifted them aside, with out giving them a word, and now, that had affected her greatly, so, she just focused on how to improve her soul, how to be quiet, and act like she didn't even existed.For the first time in his life, Xander felt stranded, he didn't know what to do, his kind was blank, and his brain suddenly growing numb. His hands caught the young lady, and he watched as damp sweat trickled down her brows, as she cluttered her eyes together, trying to clamp them shut.Was he supposed to call out her name? Tell her something? Just for him to say something, and now, he didn't know what to say, his lips perked up to say something, but he couldn't process any words.He didn't know what to do, his body shook aggressively, and his firm hands caught her steadily, not even for
Xander walked into the underworld, where the stench of rotten cigar lingered in the air, women swaying their bodies around, and men discussing about drugs.The feeling of the underworld had wavered into his very soul, he was used to it anyways, what was more disgusting than that? He thought to himself.Lucas trailed behind him, no words emitting his nostrils, his face was neutral, and his lips seemed to be twitched together."Xander." A thick feminine voice had boomed out, and Leto Brookes walked towards her, the dark jacket which he thought never looked good on women etched perfectly around her body.She walked towards them, peeked at Lucas with a twitch of the lips and finally at Xander, before she performed a curt bow.Her hair dazzled around her forehead, though it lost its colour because it was dyed blue, and her dazzling blue eyes peered into their eyes.She was Leto Brookes, a Brookes who was fearless, a mafia queen who found pleasure in inflicting pain on others. The only reas
In the crook of the night, with everyone tucked nicely in bed, and the rain drizzling softly on the floor. The streets was empty, with only the few lamp poles that emitted nearly a good amount of light in the streets of Milan.A figure swept through the streets hurriedly, her hoodie strapped around her face, liquid of rain seems to have been dripping down her face, but her sneakers hurriedly ran across the streets.She finally reached the were house, and hurriedly swiped up a key, before she fixated it on the doorknob, the door made a squishing sound, and it finally opened.She smirked to herself, before she forced herself inside, the warm feeling of goods worth millions of dollars filled her nostrils, and she let out a hearty chuckle."Who's there?" A voice erupted from the background, and she knew that there would always be intruders, more like guards.She was going to fight, she knew that well enough. "It's nightwalker." She said, controlling her voice in a yell.The guards appeare
The maids gazed up, bobbing their heads to a side to catch the latest gossip, Xander Castillo? In her bed? It didn't sounded true, but they all heard it. Why would someone want Xander in her bed? The feared Mafia king? Someone actually wanted him in her bed.Different thoughts ringed in their ears, and they all tried to picture it all togther, who wanted him in his bed?Zane blinked- twice to make sure he wasn't dreaming on anything, but his attention focused on his brother, fluttering his eye lashes, trying well to edge him in the arms.And as always, the latter ignored him, and focused on Xander.Everyone's eyes was focused on two people, one at Xander who sat calmly with his hands folded around his chest, and the other at Nicole who picked the spoon, before she landed a piece of food to her mouth, her mouth moving slowly and upward. Calm, as ever.Who in the hell would be calm after hearing such words?Why weren't they saying anything yet? They all pouted their lips, still bobbing
Xander held the trigger, his hands twirling around the gun, until, he flashed it angrily to the man's ear. "Tell me." His voice came out wicked. "Did you really do it?" His hands itched to fire the trigger, but he calmed himself down, trying to normalize it.The man struggled with the ropes that binded him to the chair, his veins popping forward a lighter shade of green, as he struggled with the cord. "I didn't do it, I really didn't." Tiny amount of blood streaked down his face and down unto his lips.His head dangled around the chair, and he waved his bloody hands. "Please. I didn't do it."The underworld stinked of blown cigar, the smoke filling the whole room where they were in, the room was empty, except with the chair and the man, followed with Xander who leaned on the wall, the gun flashing in his hands, before a tiny smirk was placed between his lips."Do you know what a gun is?" His voice laced with mockery. "This could destroy your life." "Please." The man cried out. "I don
Lucas inhaled, thrice, before he finally stepped into the spacious dining room, it sounded weird meeting with someone that was actually your master's mother, but at the same weird, because you actually knew her, for half of your life. You doted on her. You called unto her.He tried so hard to hide his feelings, but she always knew, everytime, she hugged him at night, her fingers always moving over to his shoulder, before she patted it gently, it made him feel safe, and whenever he looked into her eyes, the moisture was always there, telling him, that he was always safe.He sighed for a bit, clutching his jacket together, before he finally walked into the room.Camila twirled with the glass, with no option but to blow the strand of her hair once in a while, and to watch the layer peek away from her face, repeatedly as she did. She watched her finger nails trimmed against the table, quite slowly, but filled with patient, she was the sort of person who would rather wait for company befor
Morning arrived far earlier than Nicole thought, she groaned into her pillow, shutting her eyes away from the light that had blinded her, last night, when she hopped into bed in her undergarments. She had wished for Xander to join her so they could talk.It's surprising how she, Nicole Hart, wanted to actually talk with Xander Castillo, not flirting, just talking. Natural talking, but he said he had somewhere to be, she couldn't forget the disappointment that panged her heart when he left her alone.She had stared up at the ceiling before she finally closed her eyes to the web of sleep, now she was awoken and wondering how she would start her day.The door pushed open and a maid trolled in, her face white as morning, "Young Mistress, I already picked out your clothes for the morning, also. I picked the hairstyle you would like to braid."Nicole threw the sheets over her body, before her feet touched the ground, she faced the maid and said bluntly. "Pick a shirt and a trouser for me, I
Nicole's hand flicked towards the pages, she stared at the type-written words on the paper, it didn't seem to fascinate her one bit.She was on the swing in the garden, inhaling the fresh smell of flowers. Her mind darted around.Xander. She almost scoffed at the perspective, he didn't trust her, yet after everything they had shared. He didn't fucking trust her.She snapped the crisp book shut before bobbing out of the swing, she was thirsty, so she headed towards the kitchen.After taking out a bottle of water, she walked towards the dining room. Xander's father was there. His hands skimming through a book, she thought of going, but when he eyes met her. He said simply."Come and sit."She took a seat as instructed, and peeled open the bottle of water.He chuckled lightly, staring at her. "You look so much like your father. Those gray eyes are always watching me, like he was trying to read me." He snapped the book shut. "That's what you are doing too.""Oh." She hadn't even realized,
Zane's shoe huffed on the floor hurriedly, as he passed by the halls, something unsettling was deep down in the pit of his stomach, it twisted his gut. He had felt that sickening feeling years ago when he knew something was going to happen.Because he knew. The past was almost resurfacing itself into the present and down unto the future. Lucas had informed him of the letter, now. He had tons of worries to do.He spread out his jacket and threw it on the rack, his heavy breathing constantly telling him it was going to be okay.It wasn't, because his mind was distorted and then- He heard a string that made him pause in his steps.Not a string, music. Calm, gentle playing of the keyboard, he was astounded, no one played the keyboard that well, he traced the music to the room. The oak door stared back at him, without knowing, he pushed it gently.The person behind the large keyboard didn't look up, it was as though he wasn't even there. Azura was concentrated on the keyboard, her hands mo
"I must say, darling. You look absolutely splendid today. What's the occasion?" Camilla said as she spread jam over her toast.Xander studied his wife from under his lashes, a faint blush appeared in the base of her neck, she was dressed in a white turtle neck top with jeans, her hair was braided, he could almost see the brown curls tucked neatly behind her ears.He wanted to devour her, to undress her, to run his fingers through her soft silk skin, memories of last night torment him, he wanted to do it again, and again, and gosh, those lips. He just wanted to-"Xander." His mother looked at him worriedly as if to tell him to get his shit together, apparently she had just said something, and he wasn't listening. Breakfast with his mother never tended well.Lucas was minding his own food, something about his demeanor was different. He was quiet, unusually quiet. His dark hair styled behind his ears. His dark eyes fixated on the food. Azura ate her food quietly. Zane, Xavier and his fat
When Xander arrived in Italy, night had stretched far, he could hear the owl's peaceful music, hooting through his own ears. He said goodnight to Lucas in the hallways, and walked along the halls.It was eerily quiet, he passed the doors as he walked, his breathing whisking, in any minute from now, he was going to see Nicole. Her peaceful face- maybe, her angry face.He stood in front of the door. Here goes nothing: He pushed, the room was exactly how he had left it a week ago, the sheets were arranged, and on it was Nicole in the shortest nightgown.His throat bobbed. He walked towards her slowly, afraid that each step would wake her up, careful.Damn careful.He sat on the bed, her lashes curled together perfectly, her head struck on the pillow.She was marvelous even when she slept.Her eyes bobbed open, "Took you a while."His lips stretched into a smirk.__Nicole sat up straight, staring deep into his eyes, she could spot the circles under his eyes, his tired shoulders."You sho
Xander breathed heavily, he was feeling feverish, mainly because he wanted to be home right now, Nicole. It's been a week, and he hasn't even stepped foot into the manor. She hasn't called, nor text, nor even...His expression was still gruff when Lucas stepped into the office. In just a few days, he was back in New York, when Lucas had told him what happened, they flew together to New York to meet Kane in his office."This is not funny." Xander grinded his teeth, his demeanor changing, stiff as a rock, just the way they nicknamed him, "She's completely burnt half of my were-houses here in New York, and that note. She's playing with me." His hands fisted, his eyes growing red. Damn, he could literally hurt someone right now.His breath grew ragged.Kane stared at him from under his lashes, Xander had got to admit: His friend was looking quite like any normal guy, there wasn't any bottle of whiskey lying on his table, and his papers seemed arranged. His office even smelt of women's per
There's a rapt knock on the door, so gentle, and then a warm voice follows. "Breakfast is ready,"Xander was the first to flutter awake, his lashes pushed themselves open. Light brimmed into his face, the familiarity of his bedroom hit him hard, and that's when he knew, his hands were entangled over a waist.He gazed at his other side.She was sleeping. Do people sleep and look so beautiful while asleep? Because, this was Nicole Hart, and she slept so beautifully. Her lashes were arranged in order, he studied her, the gentle breathing that escaped her nostrils.He could do this all day: she looked so calm in her sleep, like nothing was her concern. He stirred from the bed, headed to the bathroom, and after his morning routine, he headed to the kitchen. It was eerily quiet, a maid had told him that the family just had breakfast, and thank goodness. He walked over to the pan, standing beside the kitchen."Young master. What are you doing?" A young maid rushed over to him, her eyes almo
As Nicole stared at the phone in her hand, her heart tugged with something unknown."Let me guess." Ryder said dryly, "That's your husband."Nicole tucked her phone elsewhere. "Sometimes, you just have to remind me to blow your nose.""You funny me. You know that, Nicole?" He said, jerking from his chair, before mimicking a teenager's voice, "Go on. Meet your crush."She mouthed a 'Fuck you,' before walking out of the bar, the air blew her hair brightly, making it seem like she was coming out of a photoshoot, and he was right there, dressed in black, leaning against his car. Here goes nothing.Holding her chin up, she strutted towards him, "Xander."He looked down at her, and she swore she saw the tiniest of smiles hiding right there behind his lips, and damn. He was gorgeous whenever he smiled like that."Nicole. Get in the car." "What's happening?" She gazed around, why was he here?"Just get in the car." He raised his hands up in the air. "Please.""Oh my God, fine." Nicole gasped
Nicole stared at the blank screen for quite a long time, she tried to figure out what went wrong, but here she was, for what seemed like hours, she couldn't even bring herself to work.This was getting annoying, she pushed away her work glasses from the rim of her nose and placed them on the table. Xander's father had been really considerate and had even found her a space in the manor for her office. She had set her laptop, a desk and chair, in a room filled with books."Nothing?" Azura said, walking towards her, balancing two cups of coffee on her hand.Nicole blinked. "I think so." She accepted the cup from Azura's hand, and sipped. "I don't know what my father would think if he knew I am not working. He would drag my ass from here and get me to work back in New York."Azura offered her a pitiful smile, "Your father loves you."They did love her. Today Azura was looking good in her office blazer and skirt, even though Nicole told her not to dress like that, she still did. They were