CHAPTER FORTY-ONEARIAMy breath hitched in my throat as I stared at Maximo, his words replaying over and over again in my head.‘I love you. I love you. I love you.’A rush of warmth spread through me, my heart racing as I still processed his words. My skin erupted in goosebumps, and I felt the heaviness in my chest slowly begin to dissipate.I opened my mouth to speak, but no words would leave them. “Ah...where's my mouthy spitfire when I need her the most?” Maximo chuckled, running his thumb over my lips.A shiver ran through my body. I couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or his touch.“Fuck. I need to get you inside.”Standing up from the sand, Maximo lifted me into his arms like I weighed nothing. Mindlessly, I put my arms around his neck, looking up at his face as he led us back to the beach house.He loved me?Another shiver wracked through me. This man, with his beautiful grey eyes and long dark hair that fell loosely past his shoulders, loved me. The Don of the Italian ma
CHAPTER FORTY-TWOARIAMaximo’s jaws clenched as my words echoed around the room. A beat of silence passed between us. Ten seconds. Fifteen seconds.My heart squeezed painfully at the turbulent emotions in my chest, then sank as I got the answer I needed.“That’s what I thought,” I muttered bitterly before exiting the living room. The sound of shattering glass followed me as I got to the bedroom door. Tears burned behind my eyes, and they came flowing down the moment I entered the room and shut the door behind me. A sob wracked through me as I sank onto the floor. Clutching my stomach, I tried to calm myself down. But no matter how hard I concentrated, I couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down my face. It felt like someone had taken a knife to my chest, puncturing it repeatedly while ripping me apart. The pain was indescribable.I thought I needed his answer. I thought making him choose would be easier. He wouldn’t marry me, which he made very clear. I should be happy that I w
CHAPTER FORTY-THREEMAXIMO‘Don’t stop.’A low groan escaped my throat as I captured her lips with mine. She moaned into my lips, immediately returning the kiss with equal fervor as her hands slid up to my neck and clung to me desperately. My hands roamed over her body, feeling every dip and curve of her smooth skin. Our tongues danced together in a fierce battle of passion, and I poured out my anger, frustration, hurt and love into the heated embrace.One hand traveled under the t-shirt she was wearing, grazing her inner thighs as it went deeper, seeking her heat. She whimpered and sank her hands into my hair, pulling me impossibly closer as my fingers found her wet folds.“Maximo,” she moaned and threw her head back as I slipped two fingers in. Her hips rolled against my hand as I pumped slowly, teasing her. Her arms wrapped around my neck, keeping our bodies tightly pressed together. Our breaths came out in pants, our hearts pounded against each other and everything else disappear
CHAPTER FORTY-FOURARIAMy heart thudded in my chest as anger, lust and desire burned in my chest. I hated that he was right. I already knew it would be impossible not to think about him. “You have everything you would need. Food, clothes, a television, phone and laptop to keep you from being bored,” he continued, heading towards the door.I clenched my fists, determined to say nothing else to him. As he got to the door, he turned to glance briefly at me. And for a brief moment, my heart tugged towards him, wanting him to stay even for a short moment. But then the feeling disappeared as I remembered all the reasons for my anger.“Goodbye, Maximo.”He chuckled darkly. “This isn’t goodbye.”As he shut the door, my fury returned in full force. It burned in my throat, making it difficult to breathe. How could he lock me up here and go on to live freely? Did he think that keeping me here was the right thing to do? He thought he was protecting me, but all it did was fill me with frustrati
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVEARIAThe sound of the doorbell ringing woke me up from my sleep. I rose from my bed with a frown. I wasn’t expecting any online orders, and the bodyguards never disturbed me. Yawning, I stood up and stretched my limbs before walking over to the living room.As I approached the door, a slight wave of fear washed through me. What if it was someone dangerous? What if somehow, Maximo’s enemies had found my location? What if they took down Miguel and Enrico?“Stop it,” I muttered to myself, shaking my head to get rid of the paranoid thoughts.I got to the door and stared into the security monitor screen. A soft breath of relief escaped my lips as I saw it was just Enrico. As I pulled the door open, I wondered why he was knocking on my door this early in the morning.“Hey,” I greeted groggily while rubbing my eyes.Enrico’s scowling face appeared hazy in my eyes for a few moments. I had to blink repeatedly to get myself fully awake. “From the boss,” he said gruffly, han
CHAPTER FORTY-SIXARIASeveral emotions filled me as I stared at the man standing before me. Anger, lust, frustration...all swirling in my soul like a tornado.“Get out,” I hissed, stepping forward and shoving his chest with both hands. He didn’t budge. Instead, it was more of an invitation for him to step further into my space. “Get the hell out of here, you asshole.”My voice was loud and I was sure Miguel could hear me insulting his almighty boss, but I didn’t care. I was blinded by rage and exasperation.Maximo however didn’t seem pleased. His face contorted in anger as he grabbed hold of my wrists and used his leg to close the door shut. “You know better than to speak to me like that,” he said in a low growl, his dark eyes staring down into mine. The heat from his body seeped through his black dress shirt, making my breathing hard. I gritted my teeth and snatched my hands from his grip. I wanted him to feel how much I hated him right now. Wanted him to know how furious I was.
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVENMAXIMOMy eyes snapped open to the golden sunlight pouring through the windows. It took me a few seconds to remember where I was as my eyes scanned over the unfamiliar peach-coloured walls.Aria.I glanced at the space beside me, where I’d cuddled her after several rounds of fucking, where I’d woken up at midnight to slowly fuck her from the side, and found it empty. The sheets lacked her warmth. How many minutes or hours ago had she gotten up? I stood up from the bed and pulled on my briefs before walking into the adjoining bathroom. I washed my face and brushed my teeth with one of the spare toothbrushes I found in the bathroom cabinet. I’d specifically asked for spare personal items to be made available in Aria’s apartment because of specific scenarios like this.My nose was hit with a savory aroma as I stepped out of the bedroom. I walked into the kitchen to find Aria fully dressed up. She had her back to me, so I had a few minutes to drink her in. She was in
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHTARIAI didn’t expect to be hurt by his words. I didn’t expect it to feel like my heart was being punctured by something sharp. He was saying exactly what I’d wanted him to say for a long time now, and he was promising to do what I wanted him to do. So why did it hurt to hear?Maximo stormed out of the dining room and I sat down to eat my breakfast. It was almost of no use. My appetite was ruined, and my stomach churned, several emotions swirling in it. Yet, I forced myself to take a bite of my scrambled eggs and bacon. It felt like sandpaper in my mouth, yet I chewed it before flushing it down with my now-cold chocolate drink. I hated forcing myself or being forced to eat, but I didn’t know how long the interview was supposed to last and I knew I wouldn’t have the time to eat anything as soon as I got to my location. Maximo walked out at that moment, fully dressed with a cold demeanor and indifference. Without sparing me a glance, he walked over to the door. My br
CHAPTER EIGHTYMAXIMOPanic surged through me as I cradled Aria in my arms. Her body felt limp, and her skin was cold against mine. “Aria, please!” I choked, desperation clawing at my throat. I could still feel the warmth of blood seeping through her dress, soaking her clothes and drenching my arm. So much blood...our baby!A wave of dread crashed over me. “Maximo!” Lorenzo shouted, his voice cutting through my panic as he rushed towards the car. I carefully laid Aria in the back seat before slipping in, my heart racing. I could hardly think straight; all I could focus on was getting her to safety, making sure that she and our unborn child survive this.Lorenzo jumped into the driver’s seat, and we sped away from the junkyard, the night air rushing past us. The city lights blurred into streaks of color as we sped past the buildings and roads. My hand clutched Aria’s firmly, and as I stared at her pale face, I was thrown back to a time when Aria had hurt herself. The memory hit me li
CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINEARIACold sweat dripped down my forehead despite the chilly atmosphere in the dark room. My head felt light, my body was heating up. The cold floor bit against my open wounds, sending sharp jolts of pain through my body. My whole body hurt, but when I tried to change my position by sitting down, I realized I could barely move my legs. My stomach twisted painfully, the pain getting worse with each passing second.“Help...someone,” I gasped in pain, clutching my stomach with one hand. My lungs felt heavy with each breath that I took. My throat felt constricted as I tried to call out again, this time louder.I didn’t know what was happening. All I knew was that my body didn’t feel good. At that moment, I felt another sharp pull in my lower stomach, this time more painful and agonizing than the last. I let out a low groan, the sound echoing in the empty room. Tears stung my eyes at the knowledge that no one could help me. Placing my palms against the cold floor, I
CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHTMAXIMOI stared at the image on my phone, the knife in my stomach twisting deeper and deeper. Aria was pregnant?My mind reeled as panic surged through me, my heart racing and my fists clenching. Aria was pregnant? Carrying our baby? Our offspring?My shock dissolved into overwhelming fury as the urge to kill Roberto with my own bare hands filled me. How dare he lay a hand on her, especially after knowing that she was pregnant?I ran a hand through my wild locks, feeling my throat constrict as I continued to stare at the message. Anger boiled inside me, a raging beast fueled by the thought of Aria, my pregnant wife, in pain. I felt betrayed and furious, but not just at Roberto. I was angry at myself for walking away from her that day. If I had stayed like my heart had wanted, maybe just a minute or an hour longer than I did, I might have found out that she was pregnant. I would have taken her with me. I had thought I was protecting her by staying away, but now i
CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVENMAXIMOThe moment I stepped into the gym, the smell of sweat and metal hit me like a wave. The sound of weights clanking and heavy breathing filled the air. It was a welcome atmosphere to the silence that had enveloped me since I left Aria at the hospital. Cold.Detached.Empty.Those were the feelings that enveloped me since I walked out of that hospital room without turning back. They weren’t foreign feelings. My life had been dark and meaningless before she came in, bundling into my life with her sass, her defiance, and a mass of red hair that I could not get out of my mind.The red hair that floated around her pale face when I saw her lifeless body in the bath.Ever since I walked away, I turned into the man I used to be. Scar. But the difference was, I wasn’t living anymore. I was just existing.Like I’d promised, I haven’t tried to contact her since that day. I didn’t ask any of my men to spy on her either. If she was desperate enough to attempt ending her
CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIXARIAThe world around me stopped as Roberto’s words settled thick in the air around us.At the shocked look on my face. Roberto leaned closer, his voice low and mocking. “You think Maximo is some brave hero that killed his brother’s murderer?” He chuckled. “He was petrified. He almost peed in his pants that day like the coward he has always been.”My breath caught as my heartbeat settled into heavy thuds against my chest. I couldn’t breathe as tears blurred my vision.“Angelo forced the gun into Maximo’s hand,” Roberto continued, a twisted smile on his face. “He made your husband point his gun to your father’s head. Maximo kept crying, saying he didn’t want to. He just wanted to go back to Lorenzo and his mother. What a pathetic little child he was.”My tears had stopped pouring now, a hollow ache throbbing in my chest.“His father smacked him. It was the first time Angelo ever hit any of his children,” Roberto said, his tone dripping with satisfaction. “Called him
CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVEARIAIsa’s revelation made the entire room fall quiet. Caterina released a choked gasp before taking a step back. A pained groan slipped out of my lips, tears springing at the corners of my eyes as I covered my stomach even more, feeling exposed to the information Isa just gave them. I knew she said it to make Caterina stop hitting me, but this revelation would only fuel Roberto’s twisted fantasies even more. “Well, well, well,” Roberto drawled. “What a pleasant turn of events.”I heard the sound of his wheelchair approaching me, and the next thing I felt was his hand grabbing a chunk of my hair and pulling me harshly to look at him. His fingers curled into my hair so tightly that it almost cut off my circulation, but I barely noticed because I had other things on my mind.Hatred. Pure and thick blinded my gaze as I glared up at him. In that moment, I wished Maximo had killed him. Surely, the only parts of his body that got affected by the bullet to his spine wer
CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOURARIAI felt my throat hitch at the sound of her voice. I looked at Roberto, who also had a sinister look in his eyes. I had thought Roberto would still be in the hospital, recovering from the severe injuries I watched Maximo give him. The man was shot in the spine for crying out loud. He should be bedridden, not here, orchestrating a kidnapping and staring at me with darkness lurking in his eyes. “You look shocked, Aria,” Roberto chuckled. “Did you think I was going to die when your precious husband shot me because of you? Huh?”Fear overcame me. This was his revenge. How could I have thought that a man like Roberto would let me go Scot free?Feigning bravery, I raised my chin and pinned him with a steady gaze. “If I’m the one you want, then let my friend go.”Roberto chuckled darkly.“You must think this is some sort of mistake,” he said, his eyes glancing between the both of us. “I knew exactly what I wanted—the two of you—and that’s what I got.”His eyes glint
CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREEARIAMy eyes snapped open, revealing the dark, musty room I was in. My head was pounding, as if someone had hit me with a brick. At some point during the car drive, the men in masks had placed something over my nose, knocking me unconscious. The air in the room was thick with the smell of dampness and decay, churning my stomach. Panic gripped me as I tried to move, only to find my wrists chained to the cold, hard floor. ‘No..not again,’ I thought as tears burned at the corners of my eyes.My heart raced, pounding in my ears like a war drum. And that was when I remembered Isa had been captured with me. “Isa!” I called out, my voice trembling.From the shadows, I heard her soft but steady voice. “I’m here, Aria. I’m awake.”I blinked, trying to adjust to the dim light. My eyes finally focused on my best friend a few feet away; her own hands were also bound. Relief washed over me. She was alive. But it quickly turned to guilt. Tears spilled down my cheeks as the w
CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWOARIAThe morning sun streamed through the windows of Isa’s studio apartment, casting a warm glow over our packed bags lined neatly by the door. I felt an exhilarating rush in my veins. I didn’t know I was still capable of having such emotions. Isa’s father, a tall man with salt-and-pepper hair, directed his drivers to load our luggage into the sleek black sedan. Isa’s father was the CEO of a prominent Italian oil conglomerate, a man who had navigated the complexities of the corporate world in such a dangerous city. Despite his cold and intimidating exterior, there was a tenderness in his eyes as he prepared to send off his daughter.“I can take you to the airport myself,” he said, his voice deep and authoritative as he glanced at Isa, who stood beside me.Chuckling, she stepped forward to adjust his tie.“Dad, you have so much to do. You have a board meeting in an hour!” Isa replied, shaking her head with a mixture of affection and exasperation. “We’ll be fine wit