All Chapters of SAVOUR: THE MAFIA'S BABYSITTER: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Sierra's POV I see my sister running out of the gym and before I can stumble toward her. I stopped myself. This is the 3rd time this week I have caught her standing outside the gym. She stands there and gazes at Stefano, it's not regular but she has been doing it frequently. As I see her enter her wing, I shake my head, cross the hall and enter the kitchen. I am suddenly craving lemonade. It's hot outside. I thought of taking a dip in the pool but got thirsty. But as I meter the kitchen, I see Luce drinking water and standing in the middle of the kitchen. I stop at the threshold and the thought of leaving the kitchen crosses my mind. But I decide against it, and meter the kitchen. I am wearing a neon swimsuit, with a transparent shrug. I hear secured on top of my head in a messy makeshift bun. A few truly. Falling on my face. While Luce is staring casually in the kitchen, I can feel his eyes on me as I walk past him to the forge, and take out a glass of lemona

Tiara's POVI am happy. I am feeling good. I feel light. It feels like that today is the best day of my life I want to jump, dance, and do goodness knows what. It feels like I am high on adrenaline. I am having a sugar rush, and I never felt this way. I was never this happy and live like I am carrying a burden on my heart and not only this, I always felt that a part of me is missing. And I don't know what, but something changed overnight, it's like I am seeing myself in a new light. Today when I looked at myself in the mirror, I didn't see a tired, scared, and timid girl. There were no bags under my eyes, no exhaustion, I was glowing, and to think, nothing much has happened to change. Nothing big. Then what changed? What made me happier overnight? I know what. Me Stefano. He is the change that happened. Just imagining his black eyes and the small smile he gave me, I can my heart doing flips, I want to relive last night. It brought me peace and

God has his way of working things up. One moment someone might think that they are at the top of the world but the very next month, they may realize that they are dying. I know I am no saint to talk about this and all. But I can be sure that I am also not someone who ever hurt someone innocent. I was a good human. Helped those who were in need, those fed who can't afford food. And was kind to others. Maybe today I got the reward for all that. As I watch my enemy pacing around me, I know I had walked myself into a fox's have, this can be my end, or his. Whatever game he was playing till now, has now come to its end and it's now time whether I am winning or I am losing, but what I am sure of is, I am not going without a fight. The reason I smile at my enemy is when he gives me a cup of my favorite cup of iced coffee. Ramon Morettii. There were many men in my life, and I hated them. Till now Rafe Giovanni topped the list but today someone threw him from his

" Tia, did you take your medicine?" I turn towards the source of the voice. In front of me stands the only man I know. Ramon is standing in front of me as I curl more into the couch I am lying on, he has a worried look on his face. His signature glasses are off his face and in his hands.I glance at him and the small bottle he had in his hand, he looks between me and the bottle. While I try to register what he asked. He asked me if I took the pill. Feeling exhausted all the time, it is difficult for me to process things, I take time, but when his question sinks, I look at him with heavy eyes and nod. Talking is too much for my always fatigued self. I like answering with my features than words, they are easier. Ramin sighs heavily and then takes place on the same couch as me, near my foot. He brings my feet onto his lap and starts massaging them. Once again like all the time, for a snap of seconds, I feel rattled and pull away from his hold but the feeling goes no s

Tiara's POV I winced hearing my uncle scream and look at my brother and my heart breaks as he look at his father as if he is looking at a stranger. I can read the look because I had the same look when I saw him there at the hospital.A complete starter. No one that I knew or want to know. " I wasn't the king. Your uncle was and I fucking wanted to be. I wanted to be the king. " he roared again and with both surprise and shock I looked at him. His eyes snapped towards mine, there was animalistic rage in his eyes, a look that made me cower away when he walked towards me, " Your father, he never wanted to be in this, he wanted to play family, and yet people gave him everything that I wanted and dreamed about to him on a fucking platter. " he is angry because my father was the right-hand man of the Italian mafia. Breathing hard he continued, " And what did your father do, he left everything and ran away with your mother. Disrespecting something so valuable. And yet thes