GiovanniI give her that night and the next few days to rest. And all I can think about any time I look at her is what I'd thought, what I'd felt, when I'd seen her slumped over the steering wheel.It's five days later when I decide it's time we had this talk."How long have you known what's on that drive," she asks when I enter the bedroom.She's sitting up and Alice has just cleared the tray of food she'd brought up. Sienna's on bedrest. My orders."Long enough. You shouldn't have left like you did. You should have waited for me. Talked to me.""I thought Deirdre was in trouble. I thought—""You should have talked to me!" I slam my fist into one of the bedposts.Sienna jumps.I hold up my hand, mutter a curse under my breath. I don't mean to frighten her, but I do because she gets that look in her eyes, that one from the first night."I don't want to talk about it. Ever. I don't want to think about it. You can't understand what...I just...I wish I could forget. Why can't I forget?"
Another deal with the devil."Our month isn't—" she starts."I don't care about the month. It's not enough. This is my home. It's been my home from day one. Declan's right. I should never have left. But past is past. And I'm finished with it."I'm staying here, Sienna. Reclaiming my place. I want to watch my nephew grow up. I want to be here with my grandfather. I will rebuild the house to what it once was. No, even better. I will make it grand, as it should always have been."I lift her hair over her shoulder before brushing her cheek."And I want you to stay here with me. Make this your home too.""You want me to leave everything behind—""What is everything? What is the life you've built in Vegas?"She shifts her gaze away and I watch her eyebrows furrow."What life?" I ask again.She looks up at me. "The shop.""You don't need the shop. I'll make monthly donations to the shelter.""It's Mrs. Adams' legacy, Giovanni. I can't just shut it down.""Then I'll buy it outright. Buy the w
Note: This is a completely different story.Veronica Kingston didn't know Stefan Armando from Adam. When he showed up on her doorstep, demanding restitution for an old debt, she was convinced he got the wrong house. But he was sure he was at the right place, and her dear, old grandfather wouldn't look straight in the eye.She was to be that restitution. But because she was still a minor, Grandfather pleaded with Stefan to wait till she was eighteen to come take her.Running away wasn't an option. Stefan was a dangerous man. Head of the Tuscan Mafia, no hole would ever be big enough for him to dig if Veronica chose to hide. When her eighteen birthday came, Stefan claimed her, taking her to his Tuscan Castle, where the crumbling chapel, destroyed vineyard, and dark caller told bold tales of the man she was now married to.At last, Veronica discovered that getting married to Stefan was only the beginning of her hell.-------VeronicaChristmas 2015* * *The Christmas holiday was my fa
VeronicaAfter lunch, Robyn started to unpack the ornaments while I went up to my bedroom to change clothes. They'd still made us wear our uniforms this morning, even though most of us were just going home for the holiday. I felt sorry for the few students who spent the holiday at school.I was at the top of the stairs when I realized I'd forgotten my purse in the foyer. I went back down to grab it, mostly wanting to check my phone for messages, when I heard a low, deep male voice I didn't recognize."It's done, old man."I froze at the bottom of the stairs. Old man?"You cannot do this."My grandfather's voice was stern, his tone angry, rattled. I'd never heard him like that before. He always spoke quietly, never raised his voice, didn't need to. In his late sixties, he was still a formidable man.My mother had been his only surviving child, and I remembered well the night I'd met my grandfather. Our parents had never brought us here, and Robyn had been a baby when he'd come to our h
VeronicaJune twenty-third. Just one week to graduation."That's all, ladies and gentlemen. Well done. We'll run through it again tomorrow."Sister Lorelai excused us, and ninety kids, this year's graduating class, broke out into chatter, our shoes loud on the wooden platform erected in the east garden of the property."There's a party at the pool later," Cathy whispered to our group of five. "Invitees are handpicked. We're all on the guest list, of course." She winked, locking arms with Mary."Swimsuit optional?" Mary asked."Absolutely!" Cathy said, leaning her head in close.They broke out in giggles. I didn't feel much like laughing myself."Veronica, come on. You've missed the last three parties! You can't not go tonight," Cathy said. "Exams are over, you have no excuse."I smiled at her, my mind elsewhere. "Sorry, tonight?"She raised her eyebrows. "Party? Boys?""Um...""I just got a new bikini in the mail yesterday!" Mary said. "I'll show you.""I'm going to run to my room fir
Veronica"Veronica."His deep, low voice made a command out of my name. I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me, keeping my hands on the doorknob at my back.He walked over to my desk and picked up the small snow globe. It was a Christmas motif. A family around a tree: mother, father and two little girls, all holding hands, forming a complete circle."Late in the year for this, isn't it?"I went to him to take it from his hands. When my fingers brushed against his, a spark of electricity jolted through me. I gasped, for a moment frozen. Blinking a few times, I finally found my voice. "That's not yours." I took the globe and set it down.He smiled, moving a little to the side, blocking me between himself and the desk. He stood too close, his body too big. He used up too much of the oxygen, so all I could do was suck in gulps of air."But you are."His gaze searched my face, settled on my mouth."Mine, I mean."My skin prickled, every nerve ending alive, my body at attenti
StefanThey think I'm the monster. The beast who would steal the innocent girl, when all along, they're the animals. He's the beast who would sell her to save his decrepit neck.I gave Sister Amelia a wink as I left. Outside, I climbed onto my bike, glancing up as I started the engine. Two faces peered out of Veronica's window, but neither belonged to her. Shifting into gear, I sped off the grounds and toward the city, needing the long ride. The freedom of speed. The danger.The last was one of the few things that cleared my head.Veronica had lost weight since last I saw her. Her face looked thinner, her uniform looser. It was expected, though. I imagined she was more than a little anxious about her future.At least I wasn't a liar, though. At least I was up front about who I was. She wasn't going anywhere worse than her home. Maybe even a little better. With me, she'd always know the truth. Life with me would not be easy, but it would be honest.Another week to wait. Then I would le
StefanThe ceremony commenced, and the hum of conversation quieted, leaving me to observe. I didn't bother to take a seat, choosing to lean against a tree behind the last row of chairs instead. Speeches were made, people applauding at the appropriate time. All very dull, quite frankly. Veronica shifted in her seat, uncomfortable, or more likely, nervous. The students stood one row at a time as names were called.Veronica's turn approached, and I straightened once she stood and glanced back. This time, her gaze met mine. Even from this distance, I saw the strange, pale caramel-colored eyes widen, the delicate skin around them puffy and pink. She'd been crying.She stumbled when the girl behind her moved faster than she did, but righted herself, looking straight ahead as she made her way to the platform. At the stairs, she stole one more glance. When they called her name, she slowly made her way across the stage, her legs seeming heavy as she took those last steps in freedom to shake th