Artemy
When I arrived at the beach house, the sun was already disappearing behind the horizon. I went inside to see Brayden sitting on the couch, polishing his guns and knives. The bastard loved to keep his toys shiny.
“Rebecca is upstairs,” he mumbled without taking his eyes off the dagger he was holding.
Our room was empty, but I could hear soft singing from the room next to ours. Of course, she was there. I should have known better.
Walking closer, I quietly pushed the door open, only to have my heart squeeze at the sight in front of me.
Rebecca was moving around the room. A slow song played in the background as she twirled around, a smile pr
RebeccaI froze, my whole body going numb.That voice. The same voice that haunted not just my sleep every night—but my whole life.That voice broke me—until I thought I was beyond repair.That voice belonged to the devil.Raffaele, my mind screamed. No. No. No. Please no. Not now.I wanted to cry and scream at this unfairness. I wanted to fall down and crumble into dust until I had nothing left. That way Raffaele wouldn’t get to me.My head ran wild until I could feel myself almost faintin
RebeccaRaffaele was gone, yet my heart pumped fiercely, fear still coursing through my body until I was weak in my knees. I was going to be sick. I bent forward as my stomach rolled, and I dry heaved in the driveway.Artemywalked by me, leaving me there. Milandro and Leon followed closely behind. “Artemy,” I gasped through my dry heaving, my throat closing, tears stinging my eyes as I tasted the bitterness on my tongue. “Artemy…”But he never turned. Brayden patted my back awkwardly until my stomach settled. He grabbed my arms again and pulled me inside, closing the gates behind us before locking it.I shrugged off his hold and ran after Artemy. “Artemy! Please listen to
ArtemyThe sight of Raffaele had caused a lava of rage to course through my body. But I had tried to stay as calm as I could.My only thought was to keep Rebecca safe. Far away from Raffaele.He couldn’t know that she was my weakness.But then he looked at Rebecca like he knew her. Like she was something to possess. I wanted to gouge his eyes out, put a bullet right in the middle of his eyes. Only because he was looking at Rebecca. My Angel.What I never expected was the shock that came next. And the pain of betrayal.I heard Rebecca whimper behind me and felt her na
ArtemyI threw my fist, and it connected with his face. A crack resonated around the room, but I didn’t care. “I left her with you. You were supposed to bring her inside.”I trusted Brayden to get her inside, to keep her safe while I tried to get myself under control.“I thought she would follow. She’s probably outside. Calm the fuck down,” Brayden said, holding his bleeding mouth.Milandro came to stand beside me. “I’ll get her, Boss.”I nodded, pulling away from Brayden. “Bring her inside,” I ordered. Milandro nodded and left without a glance. The need to protect her, shield h
ArtemyI swiveled around and stalked back inside. My men followed close behind me.“Boss, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I thought—” Milandro started but then quickly broke off.I faced him, and he went to his knees, bowing his head, his gun placed in front of him. A posture of submission.“I have failed you and Rebecca. You have every right to take my life.”Bending down, I took his gun in my hand. “You are right. I can take your life right now. Only because you called my woman a bitch. You made a mistake, but that will be your last mistake.”
RebeccaMy eyes blinked open as I slowly gained consciousness. My head throbbed, and my muscles ached. My whole body was hurting.When my vision finally cleared, I let out a gasp. My body froze, and suddenly nausea assailed me. I had to swallow back the bile that was working its way from my stomach and into my throat.I couldn’t move my arms or legs. I felt trapped. I was trapped.Raffaele had me. I was completely at his mercy.My chest tightened, and I choked on my sob. How did this happen? Everything was perfect, but I had been thrown back into the darkness again.Tears
ArtemyI felt numb as I stepped out of the car. Standing in the driveway, I stared at the estate. The front doors were open, but my feet were rooted in place, refusing to move.There was an ache in my chest. I left with Rebecca but was coming back without her. At the thought of coming back home without my Angel and knowing she wouldn’t be there to greet me or kiss me, the pain in my chest intensified.Brayden came to stand beside me, and he waited. I felt Avim on my left side. And then Leon and Milandro. Nobody stepped forward. They all waited for me.No matter how much pain I was in, I was still a Boss—the King. I couldn’t let myself get weak at a moment like this. Swallowing past th
ArtemyMy knuckles cracked when my fist made contact with his face. The sound was deafening in the silent room. I didn’t feel anything, and the poor bastard at the receiving end of my furious fist was whimpering in pain.When I pulled away and sat down on the chair, he looked at me through swollen eyes. His cracked lips were bleeding profusely, and his cheeks were red and oozing with blood from several cuts. They weren’t deep, but they were enough to cause him blinding pain.His mouth opened, but the sounds that came through his lips was almost too soft to hear. “If you’re going to kill me, just do it. I don’t know where he is.”It had been two hours since he was tied to t
REBECCAI writhed against his thighs, seeking relief, but he chuckled softly before withdrawing."Such explicit language, my kitten," he chided playfully, his gaze locked on me. "I wonder how best to tame it.""Artemy... I need you.""No, my kitten, the moment is mine now," he declared, a smug grin curving his lips as he gazed down at me.With deliberate purpose, Artemy stepped back, shedding his shirt in a haste that verged on impatience."Shed your dress," his command was clear.Obeying without
REBECCAWith a mere utterance, I tentatively slipped my hand between my thighs. Artemy's gaze flared, and I swallowed audibly. Wetting my lips, I applied a gentle pressure to my center.My back arched involuntarily, a moan escaping me as I began to stimulate my clit. Artemy adjusted his position, his gaze unwavering and intense.A surge of electric pleasure surged through me as I inserted a finger, my chest heaving with each breath as the pressure within me intensified.Thumb circling the sensitive nub, I introduced another finger, my hips responding with a forward thrust. I circled my clit with greater fervor, striving to push myself over the edge.
REBECCAMy pulse quickened as Artemy drew me onto his lap. I nibbled on my lower lip, sensing the warmth rising to my cheeks under his intense gaze. His eyes tracked my every move, their desire seemingly intensifying by the moment. He exuded an undeniable allure at that very instant.Out of my peripheral vision, I caught Lynda's beckoning gesture. "Looks like it's time for our inaugural dance," I murmured softly.Artemy cradled me against his chest, rising from his seat in one fluid motion. He carried me to the dance floor's center and gently placed me on my feet. I draped my arms around his neck, drawing myself closer to him.His hands found my hips as the music started, and we began our dance. T
REBECCARaising my eyes to meet his, my fingertips brushed over his chest, the cadence of his fervent heart beneath them. "This is my pledge to you, Artemy Loskutov. Your love is my anchor, my wellspring of strength. I promise to pour forth my affection from now until eternity's closure. I vow to nurture, to confide in your love, to be what you require, ensuring your emotions are perpetually considered. I pledge to express my love and reverence. I yearn to share my days alongside you. I, Rebecca Cavalieri, commit to embracing you as my husband, to love, honor, console, and cherish you from this day onward. We meld as one, an eternal unity."Savoring the anticipation, I formed my final words. "This vow emerges from the depths of my heart, a pledge to you.""May we
REBECCAMy heart quickened its tempo at the sight that unfolded before me. In that moment, nothing else registered; the entirety of my focus was consumed by the figure stationed at the far end of the aisle.Each step toward Artemy stole my breath away, the journey itself a blur as his gaze anchored me. His eyes, a striking bluish steel hue, bore into me with unwavering intensity, tracing my every movement, my every advance.His attire adhered to his usual black suit, save for the addition of a golden tie. His hair lay sleek against his head, a few days' worth of stubble lending him a rugged allure. I had insisted he forgo shaving, as it heightened his appeal.His eyes remained locked onto mine as
REBECCA"Alright, close your eyes, my dear," Camilla's voice was a gentle whisper, tinged with excitement. I could detect the joy in her tone, and it ignited a matching smile on my face. With a mixture of anticipation and unsteady legs, I complied, shutting my eyes."Are you all set?" Lynda's voice carried an air of eager anticipation."You guys didn't transform me into a clown, did you?" I quipped playfully.Their laughter resonated in the room, eliciting giggles from me. At last, I opened my eyes, blinking as the world before me came into focus. Then, a gasp escaped my lips, involuntary and genuine."You are an absolute vi
REBECCAThree weeks had passed since that pivotal moment. Artemy's arm drew me toward him, enveloping me until I was nestled against his warmth, almost melding into him. His strong arms encircled my waist, and I pressed myself against him, my head finding its place on his shoulder. As if seeking solace, one of my legs draped over his hips, and his grip on my thigh was both firm and possessive.In the cocoon of his embrace, I inhaled his scent, the rhythmic cadence of his heartbeat serenading me. His touch traced indistinct patterns across my back, each stroke a balm to my senses, lulling me into tranquility.Amid this intimate connection, his voice, a soft caress, brushed against my ear, breaking the spell of silence. "Where shall we journey for our honeymoon?" Hi
REBECCAI descended the stairs, greeted by the heartwarming scene of Lynda, Bernadette, and Camilla gathered in the living room. Bernadette's knees were engaged in a rhythmic bounce, Princess nestled on her lap, their interaction an attempt to amuse the small canine companion.As my gaze swept over the tableau, an involuntary smile etched its way across my face. The unexpected sight before me was a testament to the depth of these connections.Aunt Bernadette, the role seemed incongruous at first glance. The transformation was astonishing - Bernadette, once reserved and distant, had evolved into a devoted aunt. This facet of her, while not frequently displayed, radiated a clear and undeniable fondness for Cevia.
REBECCAI roused from slumber to find the expanse of the bed empty beside me, an unexpected void that jolted me into alertness. Swiftly, I elevated myself into a sitting position, my eyes grappling with the persistent morning radiance as I blinked away the remnants of sleep.Emerging from the covers, I navigated my way toward the crib stationed nearby, only to discover it vacant, devoid of the presence I anticipated. My recollection painted a picture of Artemy embarking on his early morning ritual to tend to Cevia. Had they not returned to the comfort of our shared sanctuary?While enveloping myself in a robe, I embarked on a trajectory towards the bathroom, swiftly tending to the ritual of dental hygiene and facial invigoration. With my hair haphazardly ensnared