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
CarrieI expected that when we got to our new home, we would be stumbling into the bedroom while trying to get each other naked.No, that didn’t happen.While we did walk into the bedroom, we both got dressed in comfortable PJs, climbed the bed, brought out a laptop for some Netflix, and then chilled by sharing laughs over the movie we were watching.Almost two hours later, the movie ended, Alessandro pushed the laptop to a side and motioned to me to move closer. I did as he asked, and I was soon cocooned into his side, his protective side oozing strongly as he draped an arm over my shoulder.Then, he said, “I should watch movies more. This one was unrealistic but enjoyable.”Well, I doubt a man like him would find movies amusing on a good day. But I focused on his statement.“Do you really think it was unrealistic?” I recalled the fine scenes of the movies we just watched. “I think their love was realistic and normal.”His nose scrunched in disagreement. “Was that love? I don’t think
AlessandroThere was no need to debate. This man will die by my hands and nobody can stop me.I just don’t understand why a person can’t be sane enough to know when to back out. I am not aware of the things Frank Maximus did on the other side, but the fact that he made Carrie scared angers me and I won’t forgive that insanity of his.If I have to bury him in the loose sands of the beach and allow the deadliest skin-eaters to perch on him, I would gladly do that to teach him a lesson.There was just one problem. Apart from the sea, there was nowhere else in sight where I could finish him off. The shabby building he was caged in before was too far from the house and I needed to utilise my anger in the best way so that the fool can feel my wrath.So, after a quick check around for something that would work as a deadly weapon, I chose to opt for the sea option. And soon, I was dragging him on the sand, his resistance nothing of importance beside my strength.When I was almost knee-deep in