The priest looks at me with a resigned air. He seems to be waiting for me to say something. What? What the hell am I supposed to say? "Ask her again." Alessio growls. The priest draws in a breath, "Do you Violet West take Alessio Domenico Sovrano to be your husband, and promise to be faithful to him always, in joy and in pain, in health and in sickness, and to love him and honor him and obey him every day for the rest of your life?" His voice slices through the nothingness in my head. Anger thrums through my veins. Be faithful to him? Obey him? Love him? Are you freakin’ kidding me? I firm my lips as I stare back at him. The priest glances from me to Alessio who turns to me. He steps in front of me, then lowers his knees and thrusts his face into mine. "Answer the question," he growls. "F*ck you," I say in a low voice, and his features brighten. His eyes gleam. F*ck, how sick is this man that when I insult him in front of everyone, he positively seems to relish it? He places h
AlessioMy eyes were filled with shock as I glance down at the dagger protruding from my chest, then up at her. I could sense from green eyes that she was scared of what she had done ,her hair flowing around her shoulders while she raises the dagger and my blood drips from from fingers to the ground .I hold her gaze, and in the depths of her eyes, I see myself reflected. I reach for her and she holds out her hand—the one without the dagger. Our fingers touch, cling together. Her lips part and my gaze drops to her mouth. The redness of her lipstick matches the scarlet that runs down the blade of the dagger."Pretty Face ," I whisper, "what have you done?""I…" she swallows, "I didn’t have a choice,but I …. I didn’t mean to—" Her shoulders shudder. "I—"Her beautiful features sway in front of my eyes. Black spots flicker at the sides of my vision. My knees seem to give way from under me.I hear her scream and her fingers tighten around mine. The dagger slips from her fingers and clatter
What a fucking mess ," I growl as I pull the shirt away from my chest. I glance down to where the blood flow seems to have lessened, then ball up my shirt and throw it on the floor. "What a fucking mess.""Was that necessary?" Carlos glances sideways at the priest’s body, "Did you have to kill a man of god.""I didn’t have a choice.""The man would have taken what happened here to the grave with him," he protests."And I made sure he did."Carlos grimaces, "And her... Did you have to send her to the basement?""It’s where anyone who commits a crime against any of the families sent." I tilt my head."She’s part of of our family now,"he argues."She needs to prove herself first." Fabian jerks his chin in my direction, "I agree with fratellone,here.""You are one lucky guy ," Fabian rumbles. "She missed your heart."She wasn’t aiming for it," I retort.Silence descends as the guys glance at me."You sure of that?" Alessandro drawls, "because from where I was standing, she sure see
Violet“You can’t keep ordering me around ,do you understand?” I scowl at him as he towers over me .He is a tall man,six feet four inches height and in this light ,he looks massive,his shoulders block out my line of sight ,his dark hair seem to merge the blackness around him .My heart pumped so loudly out of my chest .I can’t believe he forced me to marry him ."Don’t even think about it." His lips curl, "If by some miracle, you get out of the cell, the only way out is up and my brothers are standing on guard as we speak.""So I see you have your whole family plan on this too ?" I swallow. "Why am I not surprised? After all, torturing helpless women must be your family’s past time.""Hmm." He drums his fingers on his massive chest, then winces.My stomach tightens. So, I had managed to wound him, after all, though you can’t see it, with how he’s standing with his spine straight, and dressed in clean clothes. You wouldn’t guess that he had a dagger stabbed in his chest ,a few hours ago
AlessioI love staring her trembling grips.She is tough but not more than I am . She squares her shoulders, then shoves her hair back from her face, with trembling fingers. Hmm, my Beauty is all sass, but deep down, she’s scared. Good. She should be. Right now, I am not sure, exactly, what I am going to do to her, but anticipation is half the enjoyment, after all. Besides, I love it when I surprise myself… I relish it even more when my opponent surprises me. And make no mistake, Beauty here, is the deadliest enemy I have ever faced. I’d underestimated her once and she’d drawn my dagger on me… I am not gonna let her pull a fast one on me again.I snap my fingers, "Don’t keep me waiting." I fold my arms across my chest, stare down my nose at her.She sets her jaw, then draws in a breath. Her chest rises and falls and the peaks of her breasts threaten to overflow the low neck of her gown. I widen my stance, watch as she tips her chin up."You’ll have to help me." She scowls at me."What
Violet I pull the train of my dress around my shoulders, and huddle into the mattress of the narrow single bed. Seriously, this entire thing sucks. Why the hell had he left me behind? I mean, who leaves their wife in the basement of his house on their wedding night? Alessio Bloody Sovrano does. Yeah, yeah, I know what you are thinking. When it suits me, I am his wife, and when it doesn’t, I am not. And isn’t that the truth of it? I bring up my hand, stare at the ring on my finger. The black diamond in the center is smooth enough that I can see myself reflected in it. Honestly, I never worn anything so beautiful and if I had to chose a ring for myself,it was definitely going to be this . Not that I had spent much time thinking about my wedding… Considering I had been too busy trying to focus on my fledgling career as a designer. And then there was that little issue that I had been in the foster care system until my sister Nina had turned eighteen and found a way to become my legal g
VioletI lay on the soft mattress of the bed as I rub my cheek on the soft pillow and snuggle in.My muscles were so relaxed and entire body felt like I was floating on some cloud .The warmth around me sinks into my body .Suddenly there was something heavy grabs hold of my waist ,I try to pull away an the weight around my middle intensifies . I crack open my eyes, glance down to find a thick arm about my waist.I manage to turn, enough to take in the tattoo of a knife on his tanned skin. It sports an intricate handle and the blade features a single eye. The blade points toward his fingers and the overall effect screams danger and caution. The corded muscles of his forearm wind up to massive biceps which are twice the size of my neck, at least, so it seems. I gulp, follow the arm to where it is attached to wide shoulders, a chest so broad that it blocks out everything else from my sight. A smattering of hair covers those sculpted pecs,which are demarcated by a white bandage that is tap
I shake my head and he digs his fingers into the scratch, reopening it. A sliver of pain fires across my nerve-endings. I wince. He glances down and I follow his gaze to find the blood seeping down my belly. He removes his fingers, only to bend his head and slurp at the open wound. A shiver of something—lust, fear, maybe a mix of the two?—ladders up my spine. He licks the scratch again, then glances up at me, "Does that disgust you, Pretty Face ?" He tilts his head, "Me drinking your blood.""No." My voice cracks, and I clear my throat. "No." I shake my head, "Strangely, I find it reassuring.""Reassuring?""It confirms to me that you are human, for some reason. It tells me that you don’t hide your proclivities. ." I swallow, "it affirms that you don’t shy away from what your heart wants, and that… That is something.""Is it?"I nod. "Most people go through life trying to ignore what they really are deep inside, but not you." I peer into his face. "What you see is what you get with yo