Artemy
2 weeks later
I stared at the pictures in my hand. Stared at them longer than I should have.
The pictures were shaking only because my hands were trembling. Anger had been a constant emotion inside of me since Rebecca had been taken away. I lived on the anger inside of me. It kept me going. It kept me grounded enough to find my Angel.
But now, I was raging. There’s a big difference between anger and fury. Anger was enough to make someone go insane. But fury, it made people psychotic.
And that was exactly how I felt.
ArtemyNone of them were innocent. There was no innocence when it came to Raffaele’s men. I still remembered when Rebecca was telling me about her abuse. How Raffaele’s men would rape her while the sick bastard watched.I was going to avenge my Angel the only way I knew how.I was going to destroy the Italians. One by one, until they bowed down to me. To Rebecca.Reaching forward, I touched Rebecca’s cheek through the photo. Wait for me, Angel.I was snapped out of my thoughts when the door banged open. I looked away from Rebecca to find my father and Howard walking in.
Artemy3 weeks laterMy head was buried in Rebecca’s pillow. It still smelled like her. I refused to have it washed. I needed something of her, and her sweet vanilla smell was the only thing left of her.I inhaled and felt my eyes burn. I felt pathetic.But I was too far gone. Almost three months without Rebecca and I was slowly losing myself. Every day, it was worse. Every day, it got harder until I didn’t know how to live anymore.I forgot to eat. Sometimes I even forgot to sleep. Just stared at the wall, lost in the memories of my Angel.
ArtemyOne second. Two. Three. Four.With each passing second, her panic grew.Five. Six. Seven. Eight.She cried silently. I just smiled, or was it a half sadistic smile? Probably.Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve.I heard the door behind us open. It closed with a bang. I heard the sound of high heels clicking against the hard floor.“Did someone call me?” the intruder said to my back. I felt the smile in the intruder’s voice.I didn&rsq
ArtemyIt didn’t take us long to find Dalton after receiving his location. It went down more smoothly than I thought. A small fight, a few guns drawn. Some bullets flew around us, and then I was dragging Dalton out of the club.And now he was tied to a chair, locked in my basement.He had been interrogated for hours, but I still hadn’t gotten the answers I needed.He didn’t know where Raffaele was.I thought he was lying, but the truth was written all over his face. He really didn’t know. His fear betrayed his tough armor. He was scared.Raffaele was a sm
LyndaI looked at the clock in the living room. It was 9:30 p.m. The men were still not home. I grew worried as each minute ticked by.I hoped that tonight was the night they would bring Rebecca home.So I sat on the sofa in my nightdress with my robe around me. I waited. I prayed that by some miracle Rebecca was going to appear in front of me, safe and sound.But again, tonight that wasn’t the case.The men walked through the doors, and I jumped to my feet, looking wildly around them for any sight of Rebecca. When I saw their heads hung down, their shoulder sagged with yet another night filled with defeat, my throat closed up.&nbs
LyndaI didn’t want to believe it. My mind fought violently against me. It couldn’t be true. I tried to force the thought out of my mind, but how could I when the truth was right there in front of me?I heard him talk. He admitted it clearly. How did I not see that before? How did I miss it?Tears of anger and frustration blurred my vision. But I was also hurting at the thought of Rebecca being in pain because of the man I loved.The bastard. How could he?Artemy would never let him live. Hell, I wouldn’t let him live.Stepping forward, I marched toward M
ArtemyThe sound of a gunshot was a shock through my body. Everything was silent, cold, as I stared at the piano thinking about Rebecca.And then the silence was gone. Replaced with the sound of a gunshot. I heard a scream. Then another gunshot.Everything else happened in a blur. My feet acted of their own accord, and I was running out of the piano room without a second thought.Another painful scream. Lynda’s voice. It was Lynda’s voice.I followed the scream toward the end of the hall, my heart racing wildly in my chest. I heard footsteps behind me, and without looking, I knew it was Brayden and Avim. They were a few rooms away
ArtemyWhen I saw Milandro’s eyes rolling back into his head, I pressed one more time before releasing him. His head fell forward, and he coughed dangerously, desperately gasping for his next breath.His whole body shook with the effort to take in as much air as he could.When I noticed him getting in control of his labored breathing, I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. I held his neck against the back of the chair and glared.“Why?” I simply asked.One word. One question. Milandro was one of my men. He understood how I worked. He understood what I wanted without even asking.
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