She pulled the trigger, and it exploded on his chest. She thought she could even hear the bullet pushing through bones before coming to a final stop, causing him to stagger back a little.They stood there in silence for seconds, searching each other's eyes, hers filled with uncertainty as reality set in and his with a mixture of amazement and surprise.Before he groaned, staggering back, his hands flying to his chest.Realizing what she had done, her hands went shaky, and the gun fell to the floor; her eyes widened as she stared at his staggering body, reaching for his hand on the knob, but it was too unsteady to do anything for him."You fucking shot me, Maya," he groaned, sinking to the ground. Staring at his fingers and was surprised to see nothing. But still, he grimaced, shutting his eyes.She shuddered, watching him, unable to take her eyes off his writhing frame. "Oh, my God!" She whispered, "What have I done?""You shot me; that's what you did, damnit." He was suddenly onto h
She sat behind him in the car as he drove, popping up in a familiar environment she had frequently visited, most times passing nights so that she wouldn't go home to deal with Anna's tantrums.It was in a neat neighborhood, all thanks to Abby's mother, who had left it for her only child before passing away three years earlier.Maya loved this place; it was because of the memories associated with it since they all involved her favorite person in the whole wide world, Abby.Now she took in the environment as Sir Derinem rode on the tarred road before he took a turn. He began to talk into the earphone, "Yeah, Luca." He waited, "no, about to. But we're almost there anyway. Did you get it? Both of them? Alright,"As promised, he pushed everything aside and began working on getting her out of the manor. Derinem's final decision was to go to the US, to which Luca objected, saying that would be the first place Damon would look for her, especially when he found out it had been with Derinem's h
It was taking a lot of her strength not to shiver before him, her hands still at the sides of her gown, watching his eyes travel down her body and finally up to her face. And to her surprise, a little sick smile tugged at his lips, brightening his tired face.His other hand rose and caressed her hair, a strand trailing down his hands as he returned it to his side. "We are even now," he said lightly, almost happily, making her grow confused.She could feel her rage seeping in, and it was all she could do not to cry it out in front of him. She was disappointed and frustrated. She was this close. How could he do this to her?How could he think they were even because she had shot him? A hundred of his life could not make up for everything he did to her.She opened her mouth when he quickly raised his fingers to his lips. "Hey," he whispered, "not one word; your luck might run out."She looked away from him, defiance on her countenance, her ears itching as she heard him chuckle away. He hel
Derinem wasn't joking when he said he would do something about it; Damon was expecting it in the wrong direction.*****The following morning, Greta was pushed in by a sleepy-eyed Lina. Unlike the smile she usually had on her face when she came visiting, this time, the vexation stuck on her countenance, making her look older."Push this thing faster, Lina." Frustrated, Lina grunted. It was not enough to get woken up at five on the dot to pick up an unexpected visitor from the airport; she also had to take whatever fury the woman had brewing.She had never seen Greta bubbling with anger before, and she wondered what had happened.Lina looked and saw Maya come out of the kitchen with a glass of water in her hand; when she saw Greta, she smiled as she walked toward them.Her hands open in an embrace, she hugged Greta but was quizzical when the woman didn't hug her back warmly like she always did. Maya pulled back, her face growing hot, still smiling nervously."Greta, I never knew you w
They heard her wheels squeaking as Lina pushed her away from them, leaving them in the silence that filled the room, sprayed with guilt and regret.Derinem raked his hand through his sweaty hair, staring at the gun, feeling empty and shaken. He couldn't believe that after everything he and his father did to cover Leona's death, Greta had still found out. That she found out from them made it even more unbelievable.All the rage he felt melted like butter on heat; this wasn't how it was supposed to go! Like, why on Earth did everything have to go wrong?He raised his head to see Damon struggling to stand up on his feet and collapsing back on the floor, fingers caressing his wounded face.Derinem looked down at Damon's wounded chest, which was bleeding so much he was wondering how he was still focused enough."You need medical attention right now," he pointedly told him before he grimaced at the pain."Mind your own damn business, man!" He retorted, "I hate when you do that shite; nobody
Maya's POVI turned my back to the door and my back against freedom to check on the man who had risked everything to help me escape his brother.My instinct wasn't in support of this sudden decision, but as always, I wasn't one to listen to any sense, especially the one that came straight from my head.My blue off-the-shoulder gown clung to my body as it suddenly went damp.What the hell is wrong with you, Maya? I scolded myself. Get a grip, girl; you'll say thank you and leave. It's manners, and Dora raised you with them.Yeah, she did. I agreed with myself. I braced my shoulders at the door before knocking.There was no response at all.Was he in? I wondered and knocked again.His voice never came in. Maybe he wasn't in. I decided. or he wanted to be alone; with all that happened, it was understandable.I turned to go when I heard a crash of glass against something hard. Was he throwing things? That was very unlikely.I swallowed hard and opened the door, ready to apologize for intr
She couldn't sleep that night, her eyes staring up at the ceiling, her dreadful mistake replaying in her head. She had discarded the dress, burning it right in the middle of the kitchen, the taste of his lips still on her tongue, sweat trailing down her face.Sweeping the ashes off, she had walked up to the manor, feeling more like the darkness. What had she done?! What was she thinking? How did she become so horrible?She had sat under the shower, the hot water burning her skin and trailing down her body. She wanted to wash off the memory, but with the way it appeared, making her gasp, it would be hard to do.She had curled up on the bed, tossing and turning, fear and terror tearing at her skin. Her fingers holding her nightdress to herself, Maya thought she could see death staring at her in the face.If maestro ever found out... She gasped. No, he wasn't going to. No one was going to know.And what if you get pregnant, her head chided...She caught her breath and immediately sat on
*TWO MONTHS LATER*Maya heard the door open and immediately ran out of the kitchen to it, happiness at the tip of her fingers as she saw them.She ran and held Lina, hugging her right, hearing Lina laugh in her ears, "Donna, you're acting it out too much."Maya smiled; it was so easy for her to say, especially not knowing how much Maya had missed her. Luca had taken her out of the manor for a two-week vacation.How the two weeks had turned into a couple of months needed to be investigated. Those two weren't to be trusted.She noticed Lina was looking brighter, in a yellow sundress with a large brown hat on her head. Maya looked at her, wondering what the difference was all about.Though she looked great too, especially when her relationship with Damon had significantly improved, much to her shock, Lina's was unexpected.During the couple of months that passed, he'd taken her to places he thought she'd like—horse riding, more operas, night dates under the moonlight—then cracked a few la
Heyyyyyyyyy I'm pretty glad I'm done with those two. I'm hurting too. Being the Don's Obsession is finished now as the second book in the series, "Angels for the Demons." Gianna Venditti and Zayne Xavier, this has to be the easiest book I've ever written, all thanks to you all for taking out time to comment and bug me. Lol, I love that too.Mint Mocha, you deserve a special chapter. I think I hurt you the most. Lol.To be clear, there were few terms Zayne used that weren't understood, like when he said, "I can't get enough blues in my life." Well, that's about their eyes. Gianna has blue eyes, the same as Jane.The Nico book is in the works, and I'm still not sure when it's coming out yet, but keep your fingers crossed, for that will also be a wery bumpy wide.I can't give out the name yet, maybe because I haven't settled on any, and that's the hardest part.Sorry for the grammatical errors; I'll work on that.Once again, thank you for the gems, the stars, the comments, and even the
Gianna blinked, facing the immaculate white walls and the beeping that sounded far away. Unable to feel her body, she decided she was in heaven.Only heaven could feel this painless; only heaven could feel this safe, well, heaven and Zayne's presence, but since he wasn't in sight, maybe she was in heaven.She waited for the angels to take her into paradise, wipe the tears from her eyes, and tell her she would be okay, that the earth was never her place anyway, that she'd fallen.The image of Axel holding the sledgehammer with a sick smile while watching her scream in agony had tears filling her eyes. She was never meant for this brutal and sinful world anyway.She wondered if Zayne would find her dead body. She wanted to cry out for him, tell him she was sorry she had gone off track, and cry that she didn't deserve him, but it was too late; she was dead.Or was she..."I had a feeling you'd open those eyes today." She turned to see him sitting on a chair beside her bed, looking into h
He drove hard, he went fast, his wet cloth clung to his body as he cursed at the car for not moving more quickly than it was doing, and he slammed hard on the steering wheel, flying past the few trucks on the way."Gia..." He whispered in the car, one hand dragging his hair back, Axel's voice ringing.'Run, Zayne, or not; either way, she won't make it.'Cartel's quarters, he breathed hard. The last time he had gone there was the first time their paths had crossed, and now it seemed it would be their last.He pushed off the negative thought. He had to think positively; he fucking had to think positively, but knowing Axel and his anger toward her, he hoped he didn't get there too late.He was alone on the road, in the dark stormy night, with lightning striking and thunder rumbling, and all he could think of was how scared she would be, how wounded, how dead. He swallowed."Goddamn you, Axel!" He gritted his teeth and groaned and swore that if Axel touched a hair on her body, he'd make s
She struggled to open her eyes, but each time she did and the bulb overhead hit her, her head ached so badly she had to shut it again; she felt like she was running in a maze of blurs."She's coming awake," she heard the voice, and she snapped her eyes wide open, coming face to face with Axel, who was sitting opposite her. When her eyes met him, he smiled.The thud of her heartbeat was loud now as she quickly looked around for a place of escape."Welcome home, Bonbon," Axel laughed. "I told you we'd meet again, didn't I? Heard Zayne fuck another pussy?" He settled back on the pink couch and asked, "Is that why you went running?"Her color drained when she saw she was back at the cartels' mansion in her room, tied up on a wooden chair while he sat on her pink couch, staring at her in the face with a psychotic smile on his lips.He raised her phone, "Amara has been calling; she says she's sorry, and why are you not in her apartment?" He snapped his fingers in front of her face, "Gianna,
The next seven days had her stuck in her room, glaring at the window time and again, her eyes falling to her ring wrapped around her fingers, reminding her of the hurt.She cried until she couldn't cry anymore, clutching at her chest, wanting to rip out the damn organ, refusing to heed that it was only needed to get blood out.When she wasn't by the mirror, she was curled up on the bed, listening to her stomach groan in protest at being the one carrying the load of her heart.The manor had gone quiet, and day in and day out, she could feel him by her locked door, pleading for her to open up and let him in so they could sort things out.But she wasn't ready to decide what she was to do yet.He'd pounded on the door forcefully the first day, yelling at her to understand and listen to his explanations: "Gianna, I didn't do it; I'd never do it. Gianna, I detest that you don't believe I'd never hurt you! Gianna!!"That wasn't it; she had considered it and concluded that he was speaking the
Author's POV. He had a hand stuck in his hair, pushing back while glaring at the smirk on her face. Alexa looked so proud of herself, and Gia couldn't stop staring; she was frozen."So darling," Alexa whispered, and he could see Gia wince. "Now that she knows I'm three months pregnant, what will we do about it? It's a boy, your flesh, and.....""Shut your mouth," he snapped at her, then walked over to Gia, holding her shoulders, "Gia, I should have told you; I wanted to; listen, it's not what you think, I swear."She struggled to open her lips and get a word out, but she was stuck. Alexa appeared pregnant, so it was apparent she wasn't lying about that one, and that confidence on her face was beginning to scare her."Did you..." Gia started, but then she swallowed, hating how shaky her voice sounded, and asked, "Did you sleep with her?"He shook his head, "It's not that sim...""Oh liar," Alexa rolled her eyes, coming closer, "he fucked me, Gia, like an animal. You can get your bag
GIA'S POV.He had his back towards me, his tensed shoulders visible with the singlet he wore, his hand gripping the phone as he gritted into it, and he grabbed the chair before him."No," I could sense his irritation, "I thought we agreed on keeping things clear; what the fuck do you want now?"When he had that tone on, it worried me, for slowly, he began to withdraw into himself, and it took a ton to get him out. Whatever it was that was behind that phone had a hold on him.Most of what was said lacked content; they repeated the exact words, and this was the third time he picked up the phone.I encircled my hand around his waist, placing my cheek on his back, sighing when I felt him loosen up; sometimes, this was the only comfort he needed.He slammed the phone back on its hold, glaring down at it, but soon it was ringing again.I held his palm before he grabbed it, and he looked into my face.I raised a brow, "who's that?"He narrowed his eyes to the wall, but I brought it back on my
2 MONTHS LATER..."I don't want a dress!" Jane stomped her foot on the ground, glaring at the blue ball gown Gia held in front of her like it was mold. "I want a suit like Zayne."Gia inhaled deeply, glaring at the top of the girl's head, unsure of what to do next, for she had tried everything, including threats of no dessert or no more outing, but Jane retained her stand.All thanks to Zayne, she breathed fire, spoiling the girl rotten and always giving her what she wanted when she wanted it, and Jane, knowing she had him wrapped around her fingers, also knew there were no limitations to what he could do for her."Why didn't you tell me all this when you watched me pick this out for you?" Gia had a stern look on her face.And that had Jane melting, with fake tears filling her eyes.Gia groaned, looking at the clock on the wall above the door; just an hour remained, and she was still in her robe, her hair still curled in rolls, with no sign of beginning her preparations before the banq
A week later and the room had him most of the hours of the day.Shame Guilt When he appeared to have everything in order, Sins called out and reminded him how much he didn't deserve Gianna.He tried to tell her several times what had happened that night when he believed she was gone. Tried to tell her when he held her hand during a walk on the beach with Jane in front of them...But then, losing her again wasn't what he wanted. He'd never been so afraid; he had never been so threatened.Alexa had called him two days after that night, and he could hear Nico's voice in the background; the call was filled with whispers and secrets."Don't get worked up, Zayne," she'd laughed over the phone, "that night was all I wanted; I promise not to tell anyone.""Your words don't mean sh*t, Alexa.""It hurts; that is all you can say after the best night of my life," she sighed. "Besides, I'm ready to let you go; you won't see me anymore; it's your fucking loss."That was the last he heard from her