AlessioIts branches spread out overhead, shielding me from the rain that is turning into a steady drizzle. I reach the massive tree trunk, throw myself around it, and she screams, then darts away from me. The pulse thuds at my temples and adrenaline laces my blood. A growl rips out of me as I lunge toward her, bridge the distance between us as I tackle her around the waist.She screams as we both go down. I twist my body, make sure that she lands on top of me. She wriggles, yells out, and I throw my arms around her. I roll over so she is on her back on the grass and under me. She tips her chin-up and stares up into my face. I take in her flushed features, her hair flowing about her face, so damn gorgeous. I lean in closer, wanting to sniff her, to lick her, to kiss those pouty pink lips of hers, then flinch when she lands her fist in my shoulder.Pain shivers down my chest as the wound she’d inflicted on me protests at the impact.She swipes out her fist again and this time I duck. "S
VioletAlessio is the most untamed man I have ever met ,chasing me down and taking me in the open ,Claiming me like were animals .I raise my hand to his neck, trace the scar there. "How did you get this?" I murmur, "It seems painful."He wraps his fingers around mine, guides my hand back to his chest. His fingers graze the ring and he freezes. Then he traces the diamond in a slow circle."We need to get out of here," he finally says, then pushes himself, and me, up to sitting position."Fine, fine," I huff, "if you don’t want to tell me about the scar, I’ll understand." I toss my hair over my shoulder, "You only have to say so. No need to brush off my question, you know."He glances down at me, then sets me to the side before tucking himself inside his sweatpants. He rises to his feet, then holds out his hand, "Come," he murmurs, "let’s get out of the rain."After some minutes later ,Alessio filled up the bathtub ,throwing in salts that had fizzed with the scent of lilies and lavende
As I have experience growing up in foster system ,I am fully aware pf the risks of having a child with no finance or care to raise it and while my sister and I had been lucky to have decent parents ,we still learned to protect ourselves ,But clearly I have forgotten all about it. A few days in his presence and I am losing myself, losing my independence and my pride. He’s bringing the woman I am deep inside to the surface. And I don’t want to deny who I am. I don’t want shame to prevent me from being myself. But, here I am, facing the very real possibility that I might have conceived a child by my captor already, and that is not a part of my life plan right now.Eventually I will want children .But not a chance I am going to let him taint my life with him being the father ,either way I have to find a way to escape . No way, would his staff and his brothers and the rest of his team leave him without, at least, some way to get off this place. If there is a way off, then I am going to fi
Violet“What do you expect ?” I turn towards him .“I’m escaping “"Not having much success, are you?" He prowls over to me, pauses on the ramp near the motorboat which has begun to drift away from the ramp. "Come back to me," he orders. "Now.""No." I shake my head, "No, I will not.""And you?" He glares at Carlos. "I trusted you," his jaw hardens, "my brother, my second in command, The man I believed in all these years.""Excuse me while I play the violin for your woes." Carlos laughs."What’s gotten into you Carlos ?" Alessio tilts his head, "This is not you. This bitter, cynical man, who is betraying me, This is not the brother I know.""You don't know me very well then, do you?" Carlos’s lips turn down in a sad smile, "You only ever saw what you wanted; you always believed that you knew what was best for all of us.""What are you talking about?" Alessio frowns,"My entire life, to date, has been devoted to protecting all of you.""If only that were true," Carlos says in a low
VioletI can’t believe I did that ,I felt horrible ,What was I thinking"Alessio !" I scream as his head disappears under the water, "Oh, my god, Alessio !" I spring up, ready to dive into the water, but Carlos catches me around my waist."Let me go," I yell. "Alessiol! No! I have to go to him.""If you jump into the water now, you know what he’s going to do to you, right? He’ll not only imprison you, he’s going to kill you, and then you’ll never be able to see your sister again."Not my sister Nina .My breath hitches.I need to get out of here so I can return to her. It’s what I want, right? It’s why I had first stabbed Alessio, then run away from him when he'd been occupied with fixing food in the kitchen. I swallow but my chest still felt heavier .But what if Alessio drowned ,I will never forgive myself . I stop struggling and Carlos releases me. He focuses on steering the motorboat.I stare back at the receding jetty as the boat pulls away. The wind whips my hair into my face and I
"We have to hurry ,Violet before one of his guys finds us."Right. I take his hand and he helps me onto the jetty.Two hours later, we draw up in front of his safe house on the outskirts of Bagheria. Someone had been waiting for Carlos with a car at the jetty.He’d glanced at me, and had seemed surprised. Following a flurry of conversation in Italian with much gesturing from the other guy, he’d finally seemed pacified and had left. Carlos had driven us here.I follow him inside and he scans the space, then points me to one of the bedrooms at the end of the corridor. "That’s yours. Why don’t you shower and see if you can find some extra clothes in there, left by some of the other guests before us?” I glance at him and he shrugs. "May as well get comfortable because I am not sure how long we’re going to have to stay here."I strip off my clothes and the Alessio Knife falls to the ground . I stare at it and tears prick my eyes again. I pick up the knife, still in its sheath, press it to
I stare at him, trying to process his words, trying to make sense of what he said. "What do you mean he didn’t make it?" I throw the covers off, jump out of bed. "Who did you speak to? Maybe they are lying. He made it out of the water. Of course, he did. He had to… You, yourself, said that he’s not easy to kill, that he had a hard head, remember? He has to be alive. He can’t be dead."Carlos shakes his head, "I’m sorry," he murmurs, "Fab announced it at a meeting of the family. He is taking over temporarily as Capo.""No," I shake my head, "no, no, no, it can’t be true." The world tilts and my vision narrows as black spots creep into my periphery. I blindly reach behind me, find the edge of the bed, and sink back down. "Please, no. Not A…Alessio ." My voice breaks and tears flow down my cheeks. I cover my face in shame.I killed him .How could this have happened? How could I have killed my…own husband…the possible father of my child? The only man who’s ever touched that part deep ins
Violet I stare at the window of the car thinking to myself that I am actually attending my husband funeral ,I can’t believe I was a murderer. In front of me are the steps to the church and next to it, and tucked a little to the side, is a small chapel, which is where the wake is being held, apparently.I toy with the wedding ring on my finger ,then cover it with my palm,It’s the last piece of Alessio and I am never letting it go . "You don’t have to do this, you know." Carlos’s voice cuts through my thoughts. I turn to find him staring at me, a concerned look on his features. "I do." I bite the inside of my cheek. "Thanks for bringing me here." "I would have come in with you…but—" "No, that’s fine." I clutch at the edges of the thin black veil that covers my face. "This is something I need to do myself." He looks as if he is about to say something, then stops himself. "Good luck," he murmurs as I push open the door of the car and step out. A gust of wind whips my hair about my