Getting into the office, everyone is standing, listening to Marco.“We saw which gate he left out of. CCTV showed the car, it’s been tracked. They changed cars about fifteen minutes from here. We know which car, based on the direction it can be any of these four locations.” Marco points to them.He looks around the room. “This is your only warning. Every message you ever sent to Shaun will be read, so anyone who knows anything better fucking say now.” The room falls quiet. His eyes come to me, and he looks away.“Right, Dario, you take your men, Matteo, you take yours, Carlos, take yours. Let’s leave.” He stands, and I step in the way.“And me?”“You’re not coming.”“Marco.” Our father looks at him. “Don’t be an asshole.”“He can’t be trusted.”I laugh. “So you trust all those soldiers but not me, your brother. He’s my fucking son! You don’t even know if the men you’re sending are innocent.”“I at least know they will follow the order and not go rouge.”“Enough. Marco, Lorenzo is goin
I don't know what is going on. Ages has passed, and there have been no updates. I can see Mac is on the phone and then disappears, and I hear him shouting orders and the soldiers rushing out.I stand up, and Lucia joins me."Mac?" Lucia looks at him."You need to get to the back of the house now." He points, and we don't move."What is happening?" I can't just be told to go and expect to fucking list. I watch as he turns."Come on." Lucia pulls me through with Felicity, Iz and the kids following. Pulling, I break away."Not until someone tells me what is going on!" I watch Mac rush over, pushing me into the room, and the door locks."Mac!" Lucia rushes forward and tries opening the door."Boss said to lock you in." Lucia laughs at his words."Okay, at least tell us why we're locked in a fucking room!" She bangs on the door, but he doesn't reply. We hear him rush off and continue shouting orders.I look at her."I would ask Marco, but clearly, something is going on, and I don't want to
I walk back down and see everyone sitting. Grabbing a glass, I sit down and look at Callum."I'm sorry, I realised after how fucking stupid and unprepared I was. I thought taking the car would make them useless."I want to kill him. There would have been no fucking chase, no truck if he hadn't tried to be the saviour. I can't, though. I heard enough to know if he had told us and waited, Luciano would be gone."I'm angry, but it's fine. Yes, it was fucked up, but you stopped them taking Luciano out of the city.""Lorenzo is right, plus it would have happened regardless. They would have followed if we had gotten there and taken Luciano into our car.”"So you're not going to beat the shit out of us? The first time you did, it fucking hurt." Paul laughs, looking at me.I sit confused, I beat him up? "I don't remember that." When did me and Paul ever fight? Harry, sure, but Paul?"You don't remember?" Callum and Thomas laugh."If you don't remember, you won't remember Alice that day either
I look up, hearing the door and watch her walk in. God, she looks fucking amazing."I brought you a parcel." She places Luciano on my lap, and I laugh."Thanks, little kitten." I kiss her and watch her walk to the door. "Wait." She stops and glances back at me."I've booked the venues. Cars are sorted. If you figure out a dress, which I hope you do quickly as you only have two weeks. Sort out your bridesmaids dresses and shit."She nods and smiles. "Sure, Sir." Winking, she leaves. Sitting, I continue to work. I will try to get as much as I can ordered and sorted today for the wedding.I place Luciano down with his toys and return to it. A few hours later, the door opens and Dario walks in. He sits and smiles at me, but it's fake."You good?" He's not, but of course he will say he is."Yeah, this weekend is your bachelor party." I tilt my head, confused. "Look, your fight is Friday. Saturday morning, we fly out, and we're back Sunday night.""Fly out?" I panic, my eyes going to Lucian
I feel overwhelmed and almost sickened by the amount of white. The dresses are white, the walls are white, the fucking carpet is white. It looks too pure, and I just want to mess shit up.Lucia sits laughing, clearly sensing my thoughts.“So not white then?”“I hate white.” I do, even for a wedding dress. I hate the colour white. It’s pure and reminds me of a virgin marrying. “Do I look like someone pure and innocent?” Everyone laughs. “Plus, no. Just no.” I don’t do white.“So, no white at all?” The woman looks at me.“I’m fine with it having white on it. Just not entirely white. I will look like a wall.” Everyone laughs, but it’s true. “I like colour.” I do.“Okay, and the style?” She looks at me.“I want...” God, what do I want? “I don’t want anything traditional. I want a kind of off-shoulder, sweetheart neckline. Oh, and needs to have a high slit.” I hear Lucia laugh.“The dress style?” The woman smiles.“Sheath.” I don’t want to be lost under a mountain of material. I watch her
My body sways as I walk towards the steps. I try to reach for the railing, but I see far more than one. I feel a hand grasp my hip and help me up the stairs. Why was I going up the stairs? Whose stairs are these anyway? I peer around, confused, as I reach the top and see the doors. I don’t know where I am. I try to will my body to turn and go back, but it just keeps moving forward. The sound of the door closing behind me is loud. Bed...Was I coming up to sleep? I stumble towards it, and I fall as my body reaches it. I’m awake, I think. I just can’t feel my body.“The room with the blue door.” I hear his words and turn confused. “Oh, trust me, she’s a virgin. She fucking blushed when a kid winked at her.” My mind reels, and I feel hands on me. “Yeah, don’t take too long.” A face appears in mine. My body tries to move back as he kisses me. I feel sick. He’s almost my dad’s age. Did I come up with him? I mumble something, and his hands grasp me. I’m too tired. I watch him disappear
This week has disappeared. I'm anxious. I don't think that feeling will ever leave regarding Lorenzo’s fights. Luciano is at home this time. Surrounded by far too many fucking soldiers, including Hugh.That reassures me, Lorenzo told me Hugh was like family growing up. If there is one part of his fights I love, it's seeing him walk out in his robe with his hood up.Something about it has me sweating and almost panting. I laugh at that. He thinks I'm crazy, I'm not. My happy thoughts and drooling end when he slips off the robe and steps forward.Now, it's just anxiety and haltered breathing as I watch every movement they make and every hit. I want to believe this will get easier, but I doubt it. It’s not like Alcohol can help, either. I’m sipping fucking orange. Sure, the test said not pregnant, but I’ve not come on, so he’s put me on an alcohol ban.I had joined him in the gym twice this week. One of the times I fought with Annalise, Lorenzo didn't seem phased. Me? I'm freaking the fu
Pleasure surges through me, then drops suddenly when I feel her tense. I move quickly to unfasten her arms, knowing she is having a flashback."Alice, kitten, please." I fight the rope and watch her throw up. Shit. "Alice!" Screaming her name, I pull the rope and watch her drop into my arms.What the fuck have I done? I pull the door open. "Someone fucking help!" What did I do? I sit shaking while holding her. I'm not shaking. She's shaking. I look at the foam around her mouth. I begin screaming for help."Move!" I feel someone pulling me and watch Jasmine check her. "She will be fine, little bro." Dario's grip on my shoulder does little to help. I hurt her. I fucking hurt her. "Get dressed, Lorenzo, follow the ambulance." Wait, I look up and watch them disappear out of the door with her. I fucking hurt her. I shake the memory from my mind. I’m sitting across the room from her. Watching the machines beep."Lorenzo, you need to calm down." Marco looks at me.Somehow, I can't. My body
I'm so fucking happy. This is the best Christmas ever. She's pregnant, Alex is officially ours, and she's marrying me! Tonight! I left her for a bit. Her dad is here, so they are talking everything out. I wanted to be there but knew she needed space to do it herself. I look across the chairs and other things. She wanted to come outside, but we banned her. She can't see this, not until later. "It's looking good." Lorenzo smiles at me. "Have you considered this, Dario?" Marco looks at me. "She said yes! She said she would marry me." She said yes. "I know, but I mean the whole surprise wedding; she said yes, but that doesn't mean now." "Yes, it does!" She wouldn't say yes if she weren't ready now. She's ready. She will say yes. She will love this. "Okay, calm down, you're too high." Marco chuckles, but I can't. I feel amazing right now. "How is it going with her dad?" Matteo looks at me. "No idea. I gave her space." I'm giving her space. "Matteo, he's staying at your house toni
I walked out of the room feeling sickened. Not so much that he had slept with my mother, more he slept with me purely because I looked like her. Like in his mind, I was her. I need to check on Alex. Walking into his room he's sat up on the bed looking at the book. "Read it?" He holds out the book, and I laugh. "Move over." I climb onto the bed, and he cuddles into me as I read it to him. Today is Christmas. I didn't realise, but Lucia had the baby on Christmas day! It's nearly three. I read to him, watching as he fell asleep. Slowly, my eyes slip closed. I wake feeling someone wrap their arms around me. Glancing behind me, I see Dario. I open my mouth to talk, and he shakes his head. "No. Leave it, little rabbit. Let's just sleep for a couple of hours." He holds onto me, and I fall asleep, with him and Alex cuddling me. I need to get answers later. I wake up in bed alone. Neither Alex nor Dario are here. Climbing from the bed, I go to our room and begin to get ready. "Little ra
So far, this guy hasn't been forthcoming. It's Christmas, and we're wasting time on him. Sure, we could just forget him and go to bed for as few hours as possible before getting up, but he's a risk. Alice came to get the baby, and Lucia is currently resting. So this needs sorting now. He's not someone who can be trusted alone, even with soldiers. "I never would have hurt her." I look up, confused. "Evaline, my plan was never to touch her or harm her. Weirdly, she is just like her mother. She's amazing." "How did you meet her mum?" I want to get her answers. "I had just taken down a target and was ready to leave when I saw her. I was twenty-eight, and she was thirty-nine. She was so different. She was so amazing I just went over and said hi, which is how it began. At that point, Evaline was born." "Did you see Evaline?" "No!" His head shakes. "I never did; we had been sleeping together for years. She wouldn't let me see Evaline. She spoke of her. He found out about the affair and
I look at Marco. He's heard nothing. "It's Christmas. Maybe just leave it until after today?" Lorenzo looks at me. "I can't do much, Lorenzo." I can't do anything without information that we don't have. "This is your first official Christmas with Evaline, don't fuck it up." Our dad looks at me, and I know he's right. The gunshot has us all jump up and rush out. I watch as a window smashes and smoke begins to flood the hall. "Get the women and kids!" Marco screams, rushing upstairs; I grab Luciano, Lorenzo grabs Alice, and I see soldiers follow Marco up to Lucia and Evaline. Carrying Luciano down, I sit him in the safe room. Rushing up, I see someone carrying Alex. "Put it on." I see something throw a mask at me. Placing it on, I rush up and see Evaline fighting to get to Alex's room. "Alex is downstairs, little rabbit, go." I watch as she disappears. Rushing through, I get to our room and see him. Throwing myself at him, someone grabs me and stops, and I watch them grab him. "D
I wake hearing a bang, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. I reach out to Dario, but he isn't there. The sound of gunshots has my body jump up and out of bed. Rushing, I get the gown and wrap it around my body as the windows in the room smash, and smoke begins to fill the room. I rush for the door and hear something. Turning, I look behind me and see someone jump through the window. Running out the door, I get grabbed. Screaming, I go to hit him. "Evaline, go with him!" Marco? I feel them pull me, but I try to get to Alex. I need to get Alex. Screaming, I fight against him. "Alex is downstairs, little rabbit, go." I don't get a chance to respond. I'm just pulled further away. As we reach downstairs, I'm thrown into a room and the door locks. "Evaline, thank god you're okay!" Lucia rushes and hugs me. I look around, Alice, Lucia, Alex, and Luciano are in here, and I believe it's James. I'm not sure which soldier it is. "What is happening?" I look around us. This room has no windo
Dario's arms stay around me as we dance. He started out fine, but in the past week, he's been slowly drowning and getting lost in his mind. I know he's constantly overthinking what is happening. Everything I try fails. Sex works while we're having sex, and then he's back in his head. It's taking so much effort to keep him here and with us. The last thing we need is for something to happen and for him to slip away in his mind and not wait for answers. So, I need to keep his mind off Mad Hatter or Tim, as they haven't been able to find anything. Marco even tried to send a message out for my dad in the hope he would reply and give us something, but it's been silent. I lean up and kiss his lips. "We haven't spoken about how many kids you want." I smile, and he looks at me so damn confused. "Babies, Dario, how many do you want?" "I just want you." My eyes roll. "You have me. We have Alex. I want to know about us making babies. How many?" He seems to be considering it. "I would be hap
It's too quiet, and I don't like quiet, not in this way. Quiet in my head, fine, but this feels wrong. He's gone quiet. He's stopped sending messages out. He's ignoring us. He's planning, he's planning something, what is he planning? I pace the room. Today is Matteo's engagement party. Tomorrow is Christmas. It's too fucking quiet. Quietly, quietly, not a sound. I'm listening and listening. "Dario!" I turn, and Marco is staring at me. "You're singing." He holds out his hands. "We were waiting for you!" "I..." Something is wrong. Quietly, quietly, not a sound. I'm listening and listening. "Dario!" I glance at him. "Get out of your head, focus." I can't focus. It's too quiet. "Okay, tell me what is in your head. You keep singing quietly, quietly, so speak." "It's too quiet." It's too quiet. "Right, and I agree it is. It's unusual. He's gone quiet; he's not responding, but stay out of your head. It's been half an hour. How long have you been standing here pacing and singing in yo
I sit with Dario. His brothers and his dad are facing me. "You slept with him, just say." Marco laughs. "I did, but that isn't it. That time, I never returned; about a year into it, Dale had bought a holiday home. He sent me to it alone and told me not to leave as it wasn't safe. I stayed there for maybe six months. A few weeks after I got there, the guy showed up. He basically moved in with me." I see Carlos' mouth drop open. "He never stayed in one place!" "He stayed with me. Dale would send maybe one message a week saying I wasn't safe and to stay hidden. If I tried messaging him, it wouldn't go through. I told him I couldn't keep calling him Mad Hatter, so he said to call him Tim for now. That wasn't his name, I don't think. He confided in me, told me about his childhood and things, and I know I should have said, but I saw him as a friend." Which was stupid. "And now you don't? Why?" Marco looks at me, waiting. "Because now I realise he was trying to get information from me.
Dario pushes me to sit in a seat and faces me. He's looking at me like I'm about to blow everything up. I feel like I am. I didn't tell him everything, not because I didn't want him to know, but because I had no idea how or if he would handle this. Then, I just figured out things while he was getting Alex in bed. "Little rabbit, please." He looks at me, almost begging. "I didn't tell you everything. I stayed at a small holiday home without Dale for about six months. I have no idea where he went. Tim, or Mad Hatter as we know him, stayed with me." "You knew his fucking name!" "No! I told him I felt awkward calling him Mad Hatter, so he said to call him Tim, which could be his name for now. His name isn't Tim. It's just a name he said to call him, so I didn't have to call him Mad Hatter." "You don't know for sure, little rabbit, why the fuck did you live with him for six months!" "Dale was gone. I don't know where or why. He was just gone. Tim isn't a bad guy, or I thought. Dale h