Quinn . How many parties are my father and Dominique's father planning to host? It seems like they're seeking attention and trying to impress the lower-rank mafia by inviting them to invest, only to deceive them and expand their connections. The mafia clan was informed that they would soon reach the highest level, and even Double X's name was mentioned alongside theirs. Ugh, I don't like this. But I need help to do something. I want to make my move to stop my wedding to Dominique. I don't want to be tied up with him. "Matilde." She looked at me, and her forehead creased. "What are you doing here?" I looked around first, checking my bodyguards. One of them was looking at me, and I smiled. He nodded and stood a few meters away. "How did you get out?" She smirked and sat down. I did the same and sat down beside her. "I asked my father for today. I told him I needed to buy things for the wedding." "Huh, lucky you. At least your father hasn't tied you much compared to Dominique's
Xavion . “Are you sure about this, Xav?” Bryce’s eyes looked worried, and I weakly nodded. “Dammit. Of all the mafia clans, Xavion. Why the hell does it have to be the Langley and Montadamme.” Bryce continued. He stood up and walked back and forth. I am confident in my plan and committed to seeing it through. I have spent a decade preparing for this moment and am eager to see it unfold. “Who will drive the chopper?” “Me.” “Damn, man. This is a hell of a mission impossible.” He chuckled. “It won’t be if you help me, Bryce.” We seriously stared, and he smirked. “Alright, let’s do this for real. Bang!” He jokingly pointed his fingers in the shape of a gun towards me, and we both shared a laugh. We can be pretty silly sometimes. “I love this, though. It’s been a while since I haven’t been into this action. Do you need the boys? What about Reeve? Do you need him?” I paused and sighed. I’ve been meaning to ask Reeve’s help, but I’m hesitant. I couldn’t ask Linus because he is now
Xavion . Dammit. What the hell did this woman eat? Why the fuck she's too heavy? I swore again in silence. I don't bloody care anymore about how I was holding her. It's like I'm carrying two sacks of rice on my shoulder. "Where the hell are you?" I pushed the small button on my right ear, trying to get a good signal from Bryce. He is my lookout. The place was covered in high-tech digital code, and hacking the system took me a while. There were cameras everywhere, and the security was tight. Luckily, I managed to manipulate the ones where Quinn was located. "On your left, Xav, two doors ahead. That's safe, man. I already opened the door for you." "Got it." I wrenched the knob, and it opened. I shut it back, and Bryce locked it from his system. "You have seven minutes to get out, Xav. I will dis-alarm the security cameras for you once you are ready. I'm waiting here on top." I grunt and carefully lay her body on the soft mattress. She's heavy as shit. What the hell is wrong wit
Quinn . "Quinn, don't worry about me. I am too old and soon will meet the judgment of the heavens." "Don't say that, Nanna. You have a long life, and you will spend a lot of time with me in the future. We will travel the world together, remember? Eat delicious foods, and live life to the fullest." My tears fell as I held my Grandmother's cold hands. At this moment, I want to call her Nanna—an Italian slang for Grandmother. Every time I call her Nanna, it reminds me that somehow she's not just my Grandmother but also my mother. I have no one. She raised me with love and took care of me. She's my life. "Quinn," in her rustic voice. She tried to smile amidst all the pain she felt. I wiped my tears and put my ear closer to her mouth. The dose might have weakened her senses even more. The nurse called me earlier because Grandma was hysterical and was looking for me. Luckily, my father wasn't home when I asked the driver to drive me there. "R-Run," in her heavy breathing. "Y-You have
Xavion . "What was happening on the other side of the globe, Xav? I've heard something from Bryce. Although it wasn't detailed, it looks like you need a hand. How can I help you?" My jaw tightened as I looked at the sunset ahead. I could see Enzo's eyes were glued to mine. His gaze was no longer a stranger to me. Somehow, he already knows what it feels like to be onto something, and at the same time, your parents are holding you by the neck. He sighed and faced me. He crossed his arms and studied me. I whirled around to face him with a forced smile. "It's all done. I just have to keep her on the Island for a few weeks until the other mafia will lay low upon looking for her." He grimaced an expression that I saw coming from him. He finally caught me off guard. "And you finally crossed the line. Damn, Xavion Xavier." He sighed, "What else is there for me to do? At least there is something, right?" He slightly chuckled. "I might need your help if she will be in danger. She's fine
Quinn's POV . 'You can tell the time by standing under the sun. When the sun is directly above your head where your shadow stands, that means it's noon time. If the sun is about forty-five degrees above the horizon in the west and your shadow appears on the other side, it's three o'clock in the afternoon. Just remember that shadow is long in the morning as the sun appears east and shortest around noon. It gets longer again once the sun sets in the west.' I smile, looking at my shadow. It's three o'clock now. I don't know if this is the right time, but what he taught me was probably right. How can I forget that? There was this one person who taught me about the complexity of Math, Chemistry, Physics and the evolution of love. . . it was Xavion. Every time I think of him, it brings many beautiful memories. It's a bitter feeling as I regret it a lot. But what else could I do? I was afraid of that time. I don't want Dominique and my father to kill him. There's no other way for us. So
Quinn . Sometimes I experience unbearable itchiness, but thankfully the seawater has a soothing effect on my skin, particularly my feet. It has nothing to do with eggs, as I didn't eat any eggs with me. It's just that I hurt myself after chasing the snake out of the storage room. I was shocked and scared, causing me to lose my balance and trip on my right foot. Unfortunately, my foot accidentally hit the corner of the door. The wound wasn't that bad, but it was profoundly deep. And it's now swollen around the skin. It's painful, and the little pink rashes are new, and I don't know where they came from. It's very itchy. Three days ago, the situation worsened, but I was able to invent a treatment. Mixing boiled sea water with temperature water proved effective. It would have been easier if I had a first aid kit, moisturiser, and cream. But I couldn't find it around the house. The person who owns this place probably forgets to put it in the right place where I can easily find it.
Xavion . I have no choice but to deliver these items to her, including sanitary pads, snacks, and sweets she used to enjoy. I also reviewed the CCTV footage to identify the location of her injury. I thought it was terrible, as Bryce described it badly. I wonder why can't she find the medical kit around the house. I put it right where the fire extinguisher was located. "The medical kit. Did you move it last time we visited the Island hideout?" I asked Reeve in the line. The last time we installed solar lights around the Island, he was there with me. It's been a while since then. I recall Reeve injuring his finger and using the medical kit bag. "Oh, did you forget? It's inside the compartment of the helicopter seat. I took it out and forgot to put it back. Why? Are you in the hideout? At this hour? Did you hurt yourself?" "No, no, I didn't hurt myself. I was double-checking everything. No worries. Thanks, Reeve," I said and ended the call. The Island has become the hideout for the
Diezel's POV . "You have to understand your son. You can't just push him to marry someone against his heart. He is a Mondragon. And being a Mondragon man only means one thing. . . We are born stubborn to the content of our hearts. We stick to what our hearts dictate no matter how fucking twisted the path we choose. We dedicate ourselves to one woman. We fight for love and go crazy with it." I gritted my teeth as I listened to Xavion's parents, who were sitting beside me. I have never experienced love before, so I do not know what it feels like. I grew up in a tough but humorous environment surrounded by good and bad individuals. I am currently accompanied by my cousins, who are pretty eccentric. The black Mondragons are my favorites, and I belong to them. I am one of them. But the hell, I am here facing the same sky, standing beside Xavion's father. "When is the wedding?" Xavion's mother looked at me. "Tomorrow, Zia." I swallowed hard, avoiding her gaze. Zia Maricor reminds me
Quinn . -matured content- Xavion reclaimed my lips, kissing me hungrily. I opened my mouth and welcomed every thrust of his tongue as it explored every corner of my mouth. His hand pushed the hem of my skirt, caressing my thighs. I gasped in anticipation, and my body melted. Every touch of his hand in between my thigh sends thousands of heat inside me. His lips traveled down my neck. I giggled when I felt his lips around there. I continue massaging his nape. He swept me in his arms and gently eased my body on the bed. Our eyes locked briefly, and his weight pushed my body on the mattress. "I love the look of your eyes, Quinn. It speaks of wanting me, darling." He said, licking his lips and his hand gently caressing my side, aiming to unhook my bra. My body arched, and the moment he unhooked my bra and took off my top, his lips came crashing on mine again. "Oh, dammit." He groaned, and I moaned when I felt the gentle massage of his hand on my breast. I was already on fire. Ever
Quinn.Half sleeping, I reached out for Xavion. I can still remember what happened last night. I had a slight fever, and his embrace healed me. His manly scent completed the whole of me I'd longed for years. With my eyes shut, I smiled and moved my right hand, reaching his side. I love the feeling of touching his warm chest. Instead, I felt the cottony, fluffy texture of a pillow.I was wide awake in an instant. He is no longer beside me.I took my dressing gown that was hanging on the dressing chair, put it on, and ran towards the kitchen. I was relieved to see Xavion preparing something. I thought he left me."Hey, good morning, Quinn! You've got the best chef here on the Island. Let's eat!" Diezel greeted me with a full mouth of food.Xavion turned to see me carrying freshly brewed coffee. And his dashing smile gives a warm feeling inside me."Oh, you're awake." Xavion smiled, looking so hot on his white top. He put down his cup of coffee and strode sexily towards me."I thought y
Xavion . "It's too dangerous, Xavion. I won't let you fly on your own. Use my yacht. It's better than flying a helicopter. It's better to be safe than sorry, bro. The rain hasn't stopped. There was no storm, but a low-pressure area is building up North." Norman sighed and shook his head. I gritted my teeth, facing the dark sky. Quinn is waiting for me. I need to go to her now. "The yacht may take you six hours, and it's fine. It doesn't matter if you arrive late on the Reserve Island, Xavion. It's better to land safely. Using the helicopter will give you zero visibility." Norman continued. "I guess I have no choice," I silently uttered. "It's alright." Norman patted my shoulder and chuckled. "You want this, and I understand that. She may not be happy with this, but you have to listen to her. Yes, she's still your Quinn, the same person as before, but she has a lot of priorities now. Diezel abducted her this morning without permission and - " "I have settled everything, Norman.
Quinn . And like a child, as soon as the yacht docked, I ran free towards the house where I used to be. "Xavion! Xavion!" I shouted for his name. I was not listening to Diezel anymore. "Hey, Quinn! Fai attenzione ai serpenti, Amore mio!" I stopped and looked around the sand. I almost forgot that this Island has a lot of snakes around, not to mention the prickly weed I hate the most! I turned around to see Diezel, and he started carrying the goods on his shoulder. I twisted my lips and continued walking a little faster this time. I nervously looked at each corner because of the snakes. "Snakes are good at hiding. Don't worry. I believe the boys cleaned the place." Diezel said, and he was now walking towards me, carrying two sacks of goods on his shoulders, which seemed heavy. I stopped again, letting him pass through me first, and I curiously followed him. I realized Xavion was not around because the place was too quiet. Diezel went inside the house, organizing all the stuff.
Quinn . "Who are you? What do you want from me? Let me go!" I kicked my feet, hoping to unhook the tie. But it was too tight. I couldn't even maneuver my body. I don't know what happened after I passed out. I was about to see Jarrod to talk about the other business proposal. But here I am, now sitting in this coffin-shaped box. "Hey! Are you listening? Where are you going to take me? Let me go! I'm busting. I need to go to the toilet!" I said nervously. It's a lie. I will find a way to escape, but then again, I don't know how. The yacht is moving fast, and this idiot will probably take me somewhere isolated. "Hello!? Hey!" I yelled out. Judging by his body build, he is a pro. Broad shoulders, stern frame, perfect body built where I could not see any fats. It's all muscles in there with more than six packs. Neat look with a pleasant smell. I should be scared. But I'm not. I'm thinking of a way to escape once this yacht will dock. Xavion? I shut my eyes, thinking about him. I
Xavion . “I’m sorry, Xavion, but I can’t. I don’t think this is right. What about Trinity? She invested herself so much in you for three years. You can’t just wipe her in a snap. It’s not right… a-and what about your parents? Your mother hates me. And your father still doesn’t approve of me.” My heart dropped to the ground the moment I heard it from her. It kept playing on my head like a dislocated player disc. Fucking dammit! I could feel the screams of frustration at the back of my throat as the pain kept squeezing my chest. “Hey, bro, are you listening to me?” Glenn furrowed his brows and looked at me intently with a serious expression. “Something is wrong with you. Come on, tell me.” He stood firmly before me, crossed his arms, and demanded to know what was wrong. I stood up, sighed, and turned my back on Glenn, trying to figure out everything about Quinn. I have to do something, or I’ll go insane with this again. This can’t be effing happening. "Xavion Xavier Mondragon?
Quinn . "The past is the past. It happened already. We made mistakes. Nobody is perfect. Now, we learned from it...we are what we are now, and we must face reality. Now is the right time to choose your heart, Quinn. Never be afraid anymore, my child. All well be okay..." I smiled, remembering Grandmother's message to me. My eyes are still shut, feeling the warmth and comfort of my bed. It felt like I was sleeping on the clouds, and I felt light and complete. Xavion? My eyes automatically opened the moment I remembered him. "What the. . ." Like a robot, I got up and quickly sat on the edge of the bed. I'm wearing an oversized white man's long sleeve. It went above my knees, and I ran straight to the toilet when I remembered what had happened. Relax, self. I need to use a toothbrush first. Since this is not my place, I put some toothpaste on my pointy finger and brushed it on my teeth. I gurgle up with mouthwash after washing my face. I was a complete mess last night. I vomit
Xavion . "I'm sorry," she said, almost like a whisper. I felt my jaw tighten as I carefully placed her on top of my bed. She let go of me, and she sounded asleep already. I slowly stood up and stared at her for a second, releasing a sigh. I move to the end of the bed and take off her stilettos. I slightly shook my head after removing them. Seeing the anklet with a dangling pendant, I gave her more than three years ago proves she still loves me. I sighed, stood up, gritted my teeth, and surveyed her clothes. I guess I have no other choice but to change her. The top she's wearing with her fit body blazer looks uncomfortable. I shook my head and sat on the edge of the bed. "I don't know what to do with you, Quinn. You are stubborn as hell. Do you think you can handle everything on your own? You are wrong, darling," I weakly uttered. I was about to unbutton her blazer, but her hands moved, now touching my fingers. "Xavion…" She opened her eyes, and my heart fluttered. There was a