Alessandro“Alessandro!” Eduardo snapped me out of the trance my soul was about to fall into.This is the type of situation I always thought I would never be in, but after I experienced something similar during the last moments that led to my mother’s death, I begged myself to never feel such a painful thing again.But there I was, my expanded eyes glued on Carrie whose peaceful state was scary enough to push my legs off the porch.So I ran. With all the insane emotions flowing within my soul, I ran until I met up with Eduardo and Frank who had successfully carried Carrie out of the car’s boot.“We don’t have time to waste, Alessandro!” Eduardo snapped words into my ears. “I’ll call for an ambulance and have them meet us on the way.”“Oh…” I have never felt this inactive before. During the disaster that befell my mother, I was at least able to push past my emotions and do something. But right now, I am nothing but a soulless fool who can’t lift a finger to at least save the woman he m
CarrieI am aware that the last time I was conscious, Mr. Calmar had just shown me a side of him I never suspected he had. I know that he did something to me that made me slip into darkness.But now that I am partially awake after seconds or maybe minutes of stillness, I am more scared than usual. And that is because someone keeps pressing my hand as though accessing my flesh before deciding to butcher it.And since there was a huge chance that Mr. Calmar was about to do something weird to my body, I fought to gain full consciousness. But it wasn’t easy to get out of the state I was in. My brain was aware that the rest of my body was refusing to move, so it urged my body to do the needful, but nothing happened.And that was the battle I fought for minutes until my eyes snapped open and I realised that I was not in the real world earlier. I was in a fragment of my semi-consciousness… I think.Glad that I was feeling alive and that every part of my body seemed to be intact, I slowly pee
CarrieTwo days later, the doctor saw fit to discharge me and soon, I was outside, breathing in the air which I had been craving.There’s just something about hospitals that irks me if I stay in them for too long. Perhaps it’s the constant presence of people in the corridors or the fact that the mutuality of life and death was more prominent in the hospital.Either way, I am out of that place and I can’t wait to go back to sorting out my life.“Watch your step, Carrie.”I looked up at Alessandro who was observing my movements more than I was and I must say, he has been acting weird since the attempt on my life.He’s nicer, more caring, and very attentive, it almost seems like a scam.“Alessandro…” He reached for my arm and helped me down the last staircase. “I am fine, Alessandro.”“I know that.”“Then why are you acting otherwise?” I gently jerked my arm out of his grip. “I am out of trouble. I feel fine. Our baby is fine, so-”“Trouble never ceases to show up, Carrie.” Alessandro wa
Carrie“Are you okay?” Alessandro checked in with me after many seconds filled with heart-racing silence passed.“Yes…” I slightly raised my head since we were still crouched. “Are you fine?”“I am. Just stay close to me, okay?”I nodded and with a little frown of concern on my forehead, I looked towards Eduardo whose entire body was sprawled between the driver’s and passenger’s seats. “Eduardo… Are you fine?”It was hard to see his face since he tucked it in a corner very close to the door, so I made do with staring at the slight exposure of his lower back. Then, with a careful whisper, he answered, “I am. But… Why are we whispering?”Hmm… Good question.“Eduardo, who do you think is responsible for this?” Alessandro’s voice could have vibrated my entire back if it wanted to. He covered me with all that he was and it would have been hard for me to try budging if I wished to. “Do you think it is Mr. Calmar?”“Nah,” the earlier whispering was replaced with their normal voices and I lis
AlessandroI was tempted to laugh.No, I laughed.I laughed so much that my grandfather began to question my sanity.But can anyone blame me? What else can I do when my sorry excuse for a grandfather thinks using the woman I hate will be the best way to offer me what I have always desired?True, I want that seat.But one of the reasons why I made Carrie leave her life in San Francisco was because she could easily become my key to what I desired.All I had to do was patiently wait until she could trust me enough to get married to me.That was the original plan. Though things I didn’t envision happened along the line, that plan is still very much solid.So the fact that my grandfather thinks that he can use his dirty tactics to tweak my plan that is already in motion made me laugh to the extent that I made Eduardo contract my mirth.Carrie on the other hand, kept staring at me. It seemed she failed to find sense in my reaction.But really, what else could I do but laugh?I laughed becau
CarrieAs we drove to the Valante’s residence, I replayed the earlier moment and it strangely reminded me of the day I met Gary in that unknown town. I recalled his offer to find a new life outside of the mess I had found myself in.Back then, I was eager to consider the offer, I might have even said yes if Alessandro had not shown up.But right now, I don’t mind being in the mess I have found myself in. At this point, it’s almost intriguing that my life has become dramatic in ways I can never predict.And that was something I never had when I was reckless with life under the roof of my father. Each night was predictable. I knew what would be happening on certain days because my father’s money was enough to control a crowd to do as I wished.But here, there’s nothing like that.It’s like I’m in a jungle trying to survive potential attacks from every angle, only that I enjoy being in the jungle.And the reason I find it enjoyable is all because of this man, Alessandro Valante.I stole
CarrieThe more blood rushed out of the man’s arm like a stream that was just released from the bondage of thick rocks, the more Kante derived pleasure from that moment.I, on the other hand, who was throwing up hopefully the last batch of the weird liquid mixture that just came out of me, wondered if Kante was in any way in his right mind.Regardless of his desire or thirst for blood, he had no right to walk into that room and carve deep pain into Mr. Calmar’s arm.But then, seeing Kante in such a scene broke the view I always had of him. As his eyes glinted with pure amusement, I concluded that all the men in the Valante’s residence were knee-deep in their Mafia business. And Kante was no exception.And that makes me wonder if all the things he told me while we were dating were lies. He always talked about how he wanted to be a DJ and stuff like that. I always believed him because I felt that he was sincere.Anyway, at the point I have reached, I don’t think I can endure staying a m
CarrieI was bewildered by his abrupt and seducing suggestion. But I was quick to adhere to it and soon, my hands were slipping down the wetness of his shirt. The hold he had on my buttocks disappeared and I was on my knees, looking up at him as if he was about to lord over me.Well, in a sense, he is about to.“There you go….” His voice strained past the noise of the shower. He held my chin and inspected my face with utmost seriousness. “This is a lovely sight,” he said. “Should I make it lovelier? Hmm?” His fingers began to trace the wetness on my skin and that caused a stir both in my stomach and nether area. “Should I make my flower bloom some more?”His words made me a little shy. And that’s weird. I am never shy when it comes to things like this. Most times, even when I am in a position where I have to be on my knees, I always make sure I am in charge. But with Alessandro, I can’t afford to do that. He overpowers my intentions and desires before I get to realise what’s happening