~ MARA ~Mara couldn't help but think of this as a sort of crude joke.A sack letter?Who does that?She closed her eyes at Dimitri's unjustness and leaned her back against the walls of the elevator. When the elevator dinged, she stood straight and dusted invisible dirts on her short black gown.With head held high, she stepped into Dimitri's floor. His guards were already waiting at the front of his door. Mara wore a smile as she approached them.“Hiiiiiiiiii.” She greeted, moving towards Dimitri's door, the smile still on her face.Two of the guards stood in front of the door, blocking her way.She raised an eyebrow. “What's happening?”“Boss said not to allow anyone entry.”“Boss said not to allow you entry.” They said in unison.The arch in Mara's brows deepened as she wondered which of the two statements she wants to believe. Knowing Dimitri, she decided to believe the latter.She bit her lips in embarrassment as her grip on her small bag tightened. “I…” She swallowed.“I need j
~ VINCENT ~“We will wait for you here.” Vincent raised an eyebrow, his gaze scanning the trio who looked like they were about to go out.“But you have somewhere to be… like, you are dressed like you do.” Basically, Vincent had just come back from his little outing when he bumped into his neighbours who were dressed like they were on their way out.“Don't worry about us.” Jenna said, waving her hand as if swatting a fly. “As long as you still wanna hang out, we will cancel all our plans, right Alex?” She asked, hitting him softly with her shoulders.“Of course.” He said with a smile, his eyes fixed on Vincent.Vincent sighed before unlocking his door and stepping in. He halted, not knowing what to do, before he cleared his throat.“Please come in.” He whispered, ushering the trio into his new home.“You have a cool place dude.” Remi praised. Vincent bit the insides of his cheeks in nervousness as he stepped further into his haven. He pointed to the couch, signalling for them to set
~ __ ~“Were you crying?” Ivan asked Mara, cornering her against her car. The latter's eyes widened while she shook her head, her hand moved to rub her eyes furiously. “Huh? Why would I?”He glanced at his back, checking if there's anyone watching them before he took some steps back, his jaw ticking.“Why do I even care?” He muttered under his breath.Mara snickered as she turned to her car and opened the door. She glanced at Ivan over her shoulders. “Stay away from me Ivan, we shouldn't be seen together.” Then, she stepped into her car and shut the door, cutting him off. Ivan stood at the underground parking lot, his hands in his pocket as he watched her revv her engine out of the parking lot.Shaking his head, he spared the parking lot's elevator a glance before deciding to just use the main entrance so his favourite cousin could be informed in advance of his sudden visit since it looked like he'd refused to check his texts._ _ _ “If father had sent you to me, please turn back.
Ivan glared at the petite figure on the floor before him, his face red as if he wanted to burst.Mara who'd gone red in embarrassment of being caught hurried to her feet, dusting her dress. She cleared her throat.“Of course no, I only came for my lipstick. I'd forgotten it.” She said, her voice shaky.Ivan stared at her with raised brows, not even believing what she'd spewed.He lat out a manic laughter as he took a step closer to her, she took a step back.“Sorry Mr San–” One of the guards who were watching the scene from some meters away tried to interrupt but a side glance from Ivan was enough to make him take a step back.“What did you hear?” He asked, his voice sharp.“I didn't hear–”He grabbed her wrist, interrupting her. Then, he's dragging her towards the stairs, away from the elevator.“Let me go.” She whisper-yelled, trying to peel his hand off hers. But he wasn't hearing any of it. His grip on her wrist only tightened, making Mara's bracelet dig deeper into the flesh of h
~ IVAN ~Ivanov Santini has a deep dark secret. His shaky hands didn't give it away. Nor did the manic glint in his eyes or his frequent moods. All never did. They just thought of him as normal, just another face in the crowd. They are wrong though, but why?Because that's what he made them believe.You never know someone. You only know what they want you to know. Ivanov was such. He's a good actor. No one knew of the person hiding behind his skin, or the blood lust in his eyes. No one knew how many times he'd to tame it over the years since from the moment he saw his fingers covered in crimson, he'd craved that high.And as he stared back at his reflection in the glass door of his apartment's little bar, a murderer stared back at him.“It was all his fault.”He gritted out, his hold on his cup tightening. And maybe it was. He could still hear his father's voice in his head, even after he was gone, even after he'd pointed that gun and put a bullet through his skull.“Dima can now aim
“I'm sure you still remember the pain of losing a loved one on what was supposed to be a joyful day. I've recently discovered that the reason for Dimitri's... distraction on that fateful day was a certain someone. A person who has been the center of his attention for far too long. His name is Vincent Reynolds. I'm sure a family like yours, with your... resources and connections, could help me understand more about him. I've attached a picture of him. Perhaps it might ring a bell? Sometimes, the key to healing old wounds lies in understanding the truth behind them. Best regards, Someone who cares about Ava” He re-read the message again after tapping send. Then, he casually dropped his phone on his bed and stretched again. _ _ _ It's not everyday that the Bianchi’s family business line dings with an email. They are feared enough that even most Mafias find it as a sort of disrespectful gesture to send them an email. But today, it happened, from an unknown ID. Mr Bianchi, who pre
“Did you get paid just so you could lag behind?”Mara moved the phone away from her ear, her eyes fixed intently on the unknown number that had suddenly called her, her hands shaking by her sides. She swallowed the lump in her throat while she tried to calm her frayed nerves. There was no mistake about the owner of the voice – It was Luca, Dimitri's father. “I did my best but he kept pushing me away.” She whispered.“Try harder.” He ordered before the phone let out a beeping sound after the line went dead. She stared back at the phone, lips quivering and hands shaking before it slipped from her hand and fell on the floor. She fell on her butt after it, her fingers pulling her hair in frustration while she gritted her teeth. All the while, her mind spewed different type of curses to the father and son duo.When she was done, she stood up to prepare for the inevitable. Some minutes later, she stepped out of the Santini mansion and towards the garage, then, she's speeding towards the S
~ DIMITRI ~Dimitri knocked on the Reynolds’ mansion's door, his second hand in his pocket. When he heard the sound of footsteps from the other side, he walked back and leaned against one of the supporting pillars in front of the double doors, his gaze fixed intently on the door.The door creaked open and Jenkins, the family butler peeked his head out in confusion. The moment his gaze landing Dimitri, he spotted on a professional expression.He cleared his throat before asking, “May I ask—”“Is Mr Reynolds home?” He asked as he stood straight.The butler nodded slowly, watching in confusion as Dimitri sidestepped him and made his way into the home. Breaking out of his reverie, he ran after him. “Please wait. Don't take another step. Let me ask him if he wants to see anyone at the moment. It's not that you have a prior appointment with him or something.”Dimitri assessed him with raised brows before shrugging casually. “I will wait here.” He nodded, grateful as he made his way furth
Starting this book wasn't part of the plan. That day, my goal was to scroll through P*******t to find a cover for "GOOD SIN" since I wasn't able to afford a designer. But then, I saw a rainbow poem. And it was just... too emotional. I've always been neutral but the idea just came that day. I wasn't a big fan of MM or BL books and I knew it won't hurt to do something new so I started my first draft. The final kick in the ass was Goodnovel's contest. I applied and I wasn't really surprised when it passed the review because I worked for this. I don't really want to say too much. So, I will be using this medium to appreciate all my readers. To you: You are the one who kept me going. You are the that made me not to give up on Dimitri and Vincent. Yes, I almost gave up. I was a lazy writer. But seeing my subscribers grow by twos and threes everyday was like a fuel. Then, Trice Miano came. When I saw you voted for my book, I was really happy. Then, you commented. That day wasn't just no
Maybe the quote was right. What is really meant for you cannot be taken away. After thirty two years, Vincent had finally learnt that a home doesn't necessarily have to be a place. It could be a person. He might be smart, but his body was obviously a dumbass. Even with him openly portraying Dimitri Santini as the devil, he'd willingly let him drag him into darkness. A darkness he never wanted to slip out of. Dimitri eased into his hole one last time before sliding out and landing on his back. Then, he pulled him atop him, their sweats and breaths mingling together just like it was supposed to be. “You have the stamina of a beast.” Vincent scoffed, leaning up to take a look at his face. He smirked as he kissed his nose. “Thank you Signore Mio.” “That wasn't a praise.” “Who said it's not?” He scoffed one last time, knowing well that arguing with him is pointless. He will always win. He placed his head back on his chest and closed his eyes as he listened to the soothing so
The kiss was gentle.And slow. Unhurried. With no tongues. Yet.Dimitri pulled him closer by his neck and deepened the kiss. Then, he sucked on his lips as his thumb played with his pulse.Just how much he'd missed the thrum of his pulse again his finger or the beat of his heart against his chest. Heaven knows how much he'd missed him. And that thought only fueled his determination.He wanted to have him. All over again.He needed him like he needed air and he wanted to engrave himself under his skin just like it was meant to be.Would he let him?Well, it doesn't matter. He is Dimitri Santini. He always gets what he wants and now, he wants him and he would get him. But this time, he'd decided he won't use force. He would make him submit. Willingly.His tongue probed his teeth, silently demanding entry, and he let him. He drove in straight, pulling him more closer until he's sitting on the floor and he's straddling him. He sucked on his tongue, exploring his mouth and tasting the alco
Now, miserability flowed in Vincent's veins instead of blood. The day was not really over but his’ was already ruined.“Thank you guys.” He whispered, his gaze fixed on the ceiling in silence, his mind replaying the scene.He could still feel his lips on him, the way he'd claimed him and almost bruised his lips. Absent-mindedly, his fingers touched his lips and he pressed it before hissing and dropping his hand to his side.Because now, he didn't only hate him, he hated himself too.As soon as Jenna entered and closed the door, Remi turned to her. “Where did you go bitch?” “To get a stuff real quick.” She said with a chuckle as she walked forward before flopping beside Vincent and grabbing his hand.“You are acting suspicious…” Alex whispered and she shot him a glare before diverting her attention back to Vincent.“Emm, Vince. Actually, I don't really know how to pacify someone through words but I can accompany you to the bar and we can drink like a sailor.”“So you could slip off wi
~ VINCENT ~ Silence.Wave after waves of silence.He could hear nothing except the loud beats of his heart and the blood rushing to his ears and his harsh breath due to the anger coursing through his veins.Vincent blinked in shock as his friends suddenly brushed past him. He felt someone push him forward before he heard the door shut behind him. He turned to the door. It was really closed.The fuckers has locked him outside, leaving him with the devil.But he refused to be scared. He'd already dined and dwelled with the devil. He's the devil he knew now right? There's nothing to be scared about now right?He whispered to himself internally, trying to calm his racing heart.It was like they were in a staring contest. Dimitri stared at him, trying to etch his face back into memory. And he glared back, trying to contain the anger and bloodlust he felt. Thank God for Remi forcing him to gym and learn how to box, his confidence had increased by ten folds even though he knew that if he
~ VINCENT ~“Did you know that something similar happened with me and Jake?” Alex said, washing the cabbage in the sink.“Hmm?” Vincent asked absentmindedly, his gaze fixed on the potatoes he was trying to squash with a fork. It was the evening of his graduation and Mother-jenna had placed a ‘no take out’ rule to celebrate the newest graduates. And here they are, in the kitchen after Jenna herself almost burnt down the whole chicken while trying to flip a beef. Ironic.“It was a pool party and I saw a girl kissing him beside the pool. We were in our second year of university. If we hadn't been dating since high school, I wouldn't have believed him.”Vincent glanced at her over his shoulder. “If I could remember clearly, we were not up to four months and the trust was not fully established.”“Wow. And you guys did all those things within four months?”“Hmm.” He nodded.At that moment, Remi trotted into the open kitchen, his wet hair glued to his head.Vincent only spared him a quick
~ VINCENT ~ His eyes were fixed intently on his back in shock and rage until he disappeared into the crowd. But him disappearing into the crowd didn't break the haze in his eyes. However, it broke the one in his friends instead as they cornered him on all sides.“What in the actual hell just happened?” Alex asked, finally breathing after Dimitri was long gone. “That's quite a good looking man.”Jenna didn't beat around any bush as she took slow steps towards Vincent and grabbed his wrist, then she pinched hard until he winced.“What was that for?” He asked, glaring at her from above his nose.“You have a fucking whole lot to explain.” She said slowly.“There's nothing to explain.” He rebutted.“Keep saying that to make yourself happy, Vince.” Remi finally said. “But before that, can we take the picture now? I need to frame it and put it in my room. I almost lost my life including my social life just by chasing this degree and I even want to make a banner from the picture for my perso
~ DIMITRI ~He watched, his face blank as he stepped on the stage in his gown and was handed a diploma tube, a smile on his face as he started shaking hands with a long row of people consisting of men and women.What?Break their hands for daring to shake him? Carve out their eyes with his knife for staring at him, at his smile or sew their lips together for smiling at him? Umm, he could do all. But… he didn't want to scare him.It was a surprise not a mission to add more to the long list of his hatred for him. So, he sat there among the crowd who were cheering for the graduates while he tried to mix in with his eyes watching his every move, the glow in his eyes and the smile on his lips. It's simply addictive. He could watch him all day or no, that's what he'd been doing. He could watch him for eternity.When he reached the last line, he stopped again for the upteenth time and smiled in the direction of the camera, waiting for the famiiar flashlight.But that was when his eyes met h
A YEAR LATER~ VINCENT ~There was as much risk in taking leaps as there was in not leaping at all. Which was why Vincent had sourced for closure. Time heals everything will continue to be the biggest lie of all times to him. Because time didn't heal anything. He just learnt to live with a part of his heart gone and he's fine with it.Tonight's closure will cover up for the damages.It was his graduation tomorrow. The four friends had decided to have a pre graduation ceremony for Remi who'd repeated the same year more than two times and Vincent courtesy of Jenna.The incident at the bar the previous year didn't really deter them from going to bars and it didn't deter them this time either. Y.O.L.O!That's Jenna's mantra to get them to agree with her and it never fails. Afterall, they only live once and what's the worst that can happen. The living room was filled with different smells of cologne as they got dressed, music blasting in the speakers attached to the apartment's ceiling