"When did it start?” I moved my gaze away from the window. Rain splattered against the thick surface which blocked its ceaseless sound from entering the room. A dull ache pulsed inside me to hear the noise. Anything to drown out this mind-numbing stillness. I stared emotionlessly at Dr. Abagnale. “What did?” In the corner of my eyes, an imposing frame shuffled from the wall. I could feel Dante’s disapproving stare. The corner of Dr. Abagnale’s lips quirked up impatiently. He would have released that sigh he had been holding for a while if it weren’t for Dante’s hovering figure behind him. “Your nightmares, dear.” I pursed my lips. I didn’t want to give more information that Dante could hold over me. This was supposed to be between me and the doctor but even if I requested it, I knew he’d tell him anyway. I didn’t see the point of making a big deal out of it. He’d know one way or another. “I don’t remember but I was told it was right after my mother’s accident.” “Do you rememb
Julian Wright was his name. The man I was going to marry. Okay, maybe I was getting way too ahead of myself. We only had a couple of coffee dates together and he told me that I was beautiful a total of three times in the short time we've known each other but I don't know, I think I'm in love. Yep, obviously male contact wasn't a normal thing for me. His stories of travel adventures and undivided attention were enough to get my hopeless romantic heart swoon. It's not every day that a pretty guy like him visited this town where nothing remotely interesting ever happened so sue me for acting like such a schoolgirl. I was whistling happily on my way to the living room, fiddling with the ring Julian gave me, when the sight of my dad stopped me. He's usually on his bed on weekend mornings, his aching joints keeping him confined there. He was sitting on the recliner, staring intently at some picture
My body went into shock as I was hoisted like a sack of feathers onto the lap of a stranger who was currently stroking my hair like I was a lost pet of his he saw on the streets while the car smoothly navigated the road. The familiar buildings rolled by the windows as though mocking me that they’re the only witnesses to my abduction. “Caterina,” the man whispered, his breath coated the back of my ear which was enough to bring shivers down my spine. I could feel every inch of his hard chest against my back and the strength of his thighs squeezing me between them. Every breath I took brought my skin to almost touch the prickling stubble on his chin. I didn’t dare move. “Did you think you could hide from me forever with a bad dye job?” The arm wrapped around my waist tightened. My senses were overwhelmed by his strong masculine scent along with the clean luxurious smell of the car. I thought I was going to pass out any minute now. &
I wasn’t able to hold it in. I laughed. The hard line of his mouth didn’t budge. When it dawned on me that he was really being serious, that there’s no hidden camera and that all of this was not part of some elaborate sick prank, my laughter faded. I stared at him incredulously. “You’re joking.” “Do I look like a man who cracks jokes?” No. Not even a little bit. I escaped from his arms and hopped out of the bed. “You’re crazy.” He just watched me backed myself into the corner as he calmly sat on the spot I occupied before. “I’ve been told far worse names, fiorellino.” The coldness from the tiles creeped up into my barely covered body. He wasn’t helping matters as he ran his dark eyes over the length of my body as if just seeing what I was wearing. A shiver rolled down my spine and I turned away. There was noth
I blame the silk sheets and the plump cushions. For the first time in a while I had a dreamless night. I was usually assaulted by nightmares in my sleep. Granted I forget about them in a day, there’s a gaping fatigue that accompanies me in my daily life. It’s ironic that I felt more rested here in an unknown place than in my own home. Home. Was my father waiting for me at home? Did he stay up late thinking that I’ll be back and just went to clear my mind? Or had he already called the police and they’re looking for me now? The pain in my gut ached at the way I left things between him and me. How could I have known that I’ll be kidnapped right after? If I had, I wouldn’t have left his side and would have continued to be his perfect little daughter, never doubting his words. Would it have been better? All I wanted was to get to know my dad a little more. Now, I’ve been told that he offered me as payment
Plate after plate smashed against the white walls. “Miss Caterina please, you’re going to hurt yourself!” Another one, a heavy bowl this time, flew across the room. It didn’t break to pieces as I expected but it bounced on the solid surface. I heard a squeal, followed by hurried steps fading out. I lifted another bowl and threw my arm back, flinging it to the wall like a baseball, its silver bits joining the scattered pieces on the marble floor. A feeling of satisfaction surged through me, the sounds of breaking glass quenching my frustration and the need to violate the purity of this house when the owner was anything but. It all soon melted away as I sensed a threatening presence nearby. True enough, Dante was already standing by the archway with his arms crossed. I didn’t even hear him come in. His eyes were silently watching me, the hard expression on his face immediately made me drop the
Dante’s POV. No one knows what happened to Caterina Caruso. But that’s not important. What matters is that I have her now. Lucy. As she liked to call herself. I tried not to scoff out loud. As if I’ll call her that name when she has that face. Whatever. The truth will soon come to the surface and the traitors will pay. Caterina will come back to me and everything will fall into their rightful places. However long it takes. Only patience isn’t a virtue that most men in my line of work possess. The empire that my father and I built with
Lucy’s POV. Have you ever felt so over your head as if you were just living an empty shell of someone’s life?This went through my head as the ballerina from the photograph stared right at me. I stood frozen under her scrutiny. How was she able to get in here? Her face was devoid of expression which chilled me to the bones. My voice was stuck in my throat. I wanted to confess but I don’t know exactly what I’ve done to her.Right then, blood started trickling down her temple. She remained impassive. My hand reached out to her in haste only for it to come in contact with a cold glass.It was just my reflection.
"When did it start?” I moved my gaze away from the window. Rain splattered against the thick surface which blocked its ceaseless sound from entering the room. A dull ache pulsed inside me to hear the noise. Anything to drown out this mind-numbing stillness. I stared emotionlessly at Dr. Abagnale. “What did?” In the corner of my eyes, an imposing frame shuffled from the wall. I could feel Dante’s disapproving stare. The corner of Dr. Abagnale’s lips quirked up impatiently. He would have released that sigh he had been holding for a while if it weren’t for Dante’s hovering figure behind him. “Your nightmares, dear.” I pursed my lips. I didn’t want to give more information that Dante could hold over me. This was supposed to be between me and the doctor but even if I requested it, I knew he’d tell him anyway. I didn’t see the point of making a big deal out of it. He’d know one way or another. “I don’t remember but I was told it was right after my mother’s accident.” “Do you rememb
“Open the fucking door or I’m kicking it down.” Yellow light flooded through the windows. There was a scuffle inside before I could hear Lorenzo breathing behind the door. I stepped back, expecting to be let in but the door stayed shut. Still as welcoming as ever. “Didn’t you give me your word never to come into my house?” The words came out muffled but I could hear the sound of his gritting teeth. “Yeah well, you’re old enough to know words meant shit. You’re a lawyer, shouldn’t you know that by now?” There was a momentary pause before he spoke again. “She’s not here.” I was glad he was aware of the spectacle his wife had caused but I could feel my patience losing by the second as I continued to face the mahogany door. “I know. I have her location. I came to talk to you so fucking open the door, Enzo.” Lorenzo finally opened the door. A scowl was already on his face, partly because I called him by his childhood nickname, but he knew better than to ignore my warnings. He stoo
Dante’s POV She slipped past me before I could close the door. I cursed as she ran to the trees like someone’s after her. Caleb and the other guards moved to intercept her but I signaled to them to back off. This is between me and my wife. “Caterina!” She was fast but I was much faster and in seconds I closed the distance between us. The scent of her coconut shampoo entered my nostrils and the familiar stirring I get whenever I was near her awoken. She sensed this and made a wild turn. She almost tripped over a large root but she was able to brace herself against a tree trunk. Her eyes were wild. Unfocused. “You killed her!” A muscle in my jaw twitched but I maintained a blank expression. I didn’t want to spook her more than she was now. I was used to having those words thrown at my face but I never killed a woman in my life. Unless that woman got in my way, it didn’t matter if they had a pussy or a dick between their legs. I would put a bullet through their heads. “Who?” I aske
It had been days since the incident. It had also been days since I was like this. Cold and unattached. Like an empty vessel forced to live out the days of a normal person except I no longer saw the purpose in it.In the first few days, Dante tried to engage me in a conversation but I kept my mouth shut. Sometimes I just leave the room without a word. There was just too much energy needed in talking plus, I couldn’t really understand what he was saying anyway. Not when a lot was going on inside me.Still, I felt him everywhere. Even though I didn’t talk to him, he lingered in the same room with me. His weight echoed the tiles under my feet. He didn’t let a day pass without letting me feel his presence. He loomed over me like a shadow. So close yet so out of reach. I could see the turmoil boiling behind his eyes but under all that, there was anger. It emanated from him; the need to punish me for leaving Lorenzo’s house and going to the club with Sharon. I knew my silence was wearing thi
At first, I thought he was talking to me as his eyes didn't leave my face when another man appeared and answered him. This one seemed Russian judging from his accent. "You're right." The newcomer circled me and went up behind me so close I could smell the strong tobacco from him. I couldn't help but cower. Amusement sparked up in his cruel eyes. "Now, what brought the little princess over the wrong side of the city?" “I don’t know what you’re talking about but you got the wrong girl. If you could just— ” He blocked me easily. “Don’t even try lying, sweetheart. I know those blowjob lips anywhere. ” "Dibs on her tits." Their disgusting stares sent shivers down my spine and rooted me to my spot. The feeling reminded me of the day I woke up in Dante's bed but this one shook me to the core. Malice oozed from them. The Italian-looking one glanced behind him, suddenly looking concerned. When it looked like no one was going to intervene he smirked at his friend. "I think she's all alo
Buildings passed by us in a blur as Sharon weaved through the traffic like a madman. I was hanging onto my seat for dear life, still digesting what’s happening.“Where are we going?” She gave no answer as if I didn’t just say anything. On second thought, it actually seemed like she didn’t hear me. Her eyes were glassed over, its blue color almost lifeless which raised warning bells in my head. “Sharon!”“Relax,” she said and yet her voice was shaky. She was sniveling despite the fact that she had many layers compared to me who’s only in a sleeveless dress, courtesy to her rushing me. A sliver of dark satisfaction took over me which disappeared quickly as she carelessly took one hand off the wheel to wipe her streaming nose. “What did you do to Caleb?”She waved over my concern. “Just gave him something to get him off our backs for a while.” The busy scenery outside changed to sketchy sidewalks and rundown properties. The surrounding was a whole lot darker now than it was minutes a
I took the little hammer toy from Angelo before his brother cried again and split my brain. He looked up at me with puppy dog eyes.I sighed. Who could resist such cuteness? I held it out to him. I lifted it higher when he reached for it. “Ah ah, I’m only giving it back because I know you’re not going to hit your brother again with it. Am I right?”He nodded sweetly before running around the living room, knocking things off the cabinets. I was about to lecture the kid when my phone rang, Dante’s name flashing like a warning through the screen. I answered, glad for a respite even though it was from him.“How are the kids?”“A handful.”I heard him chuckle on the other end. My eyes narrowed.“I know what you’re doing.”“Whatever do you mean?” He asked
“Mrs. Romano?” A young guy stepped away from the shadows as if from nowhere. “Do you want to go to the garden?”Mrs. Romano.It was weird enough being referred to politely as miss by someone a lot older than me, but being called a missus of a man was something I’d never get used to. When I nodded distractedly, he began leading the way.The fresh air aided in circulating my thoughts inside my head. All I had to do for now was remain passive until things settled down. Dante had no idea about Julian, or at least I hope he hadn’t found out about him yet. He was the only remaining option I had of ever getting out of here. There was Cristiano Argento but he was part of Dante’s world. That was unfamiliar territory. With Julian, I w
Dante’s POVI’ve been punched by gang members all at once until they knock the living daylights out of me and had the nail of my pointer finger ripped out of me with a plier but, nothing compared to the pure torture I had to endure last night. I had to force her to fall into unconsciousness, glad for her inflated skirt that shielded my hardness from coming in contact with her soft body. It was all I could do not to ravish her right there and then.My father called first thing in the morning. As much as I’d want to be the first thing she sees as she wakes up, duty called. I stared at her sleeping figure for a moment. Tear tracks decorated her cheeks. Guilt twisted my gut at the reminder of the way she cried in my arms. My hand moved to touch her face, wiping the tear stains with my thumb. Her lips slightly parted. I remembered how soft they were and my