Todos los capítulos de SAVOUR: THE MAFIA'S BABYSITTER: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Tiara's POVHands sweating, heart thumping erratically, breathing labored. In short, I was a nervous mess.Just a whisper and here I am melting and freezing at the same time. I want to turn and look at him. It's been 2 months and not even a glimpse and now when he is standing just behind me, I am unable to find the courage to turn and look into his eyes.What if he had grown taller?Had he grown his beards? Oh, God! What the hell am I thinking. Stupid stupid Tiara, turn and see for yourself, duffer. What if he thinks you are being rude. Admonished my inner self.But I remain frozen until two strong arms wound around me. My stomach busted with butterflies, my breath hitching. I closed my eyes. Savoring the warmth of his body, touching mine. Slowly Stefano turned me around but I kept my eyes closed.I don't know how much time passed maybe seconds, minutes, I don't know but not being able to take it anymore I finally opened my eyes. And no sooner I did do that than I felt as if I am b

Tiara's POVI did as he told me. Unzipping his pants I pulled them down. He was left with no clothing except his Calvin and Klein boxers, cladding his toned thighs. Gulping I looked up to find Stefano looking at me with dark desires, my looks were no different.And at the same I can't believe it's me, the younger me would have never thought that one day she will be in a situation like this and forget about the younger me, only a couple of months ago, I was not this girl. Or I say, woman. One must think, I am a shame to woman empowerment. But those people didn't lead the life I lived.Every second of my life I crave to have control, over things happening around me and fail miserably. So when Stefano takes control, I feel like my life is in my hands. I feel empowered rather than dominated. I feel like I am being taken care of. And that need to be taken care of feels good. "I don't have much patience," Stefano growled, snapping me out of my thoughts. He is impatient and so am I. If I

Tiara's POVI read somewhere once that you should not fear death. It's fear you should fear, as it kills you even before death can.If a few years ago someone had asked my opinion about these words, I would have laughed and said, both means the same. But today I know the difference. Right now I am at a position in my life, where death doesn't scare me it tempts me with the peace it brought with itself. What scares me is the fear that I carry within my heart. Fear of not dying, but seeing those whom I love, die. This fear kills me every day. Slowly and tauntingly. "Pull your hoody more, our faces shouldn't be visible." Obeying what Jaxon commanded. I looked around my surrounding once. Something I am doing since we left the safety of our house. And entered in one of these creepy allies. It is one of those we see in those creepy horror movies. Trash-littered roads were brightened by loosely hung street lamps and the natural glow of the moon piercing the night. Those allies are filled

Smoke, fire...I am surrounded by them but surprisingly no heat is reaching me instead I am shivering it's as if I am here still absent. I am in between nowhere, as far as my eyes can go, it's only smoke that I can see. Suddenly I hear a scream, turning I see a girl running in her white dress that has caught fire and she is crying for help, on instinct, I run behind her to help, calling her, but she heard nothing and kept running, me following behind her, until she falls on her knees heaving to get enough oxygen, but ends coughing due to smoke.Slowly I move forward and stood in front of her, giving my hand, I called for her but the moment she raised her head, a scream left my lips."No!!!!!"It was me.My face.Seeing her I stumbled back. She kept looking me dead in the eyes, her eyes held hatred for me pure hatred as if trying to rip my soul. Standing, she slowly moves towards me, then looking at me with piercing red, blazing eyes she accuses, "Look what you did to me. It's all bec

Tiara's POV "Mom...mom?" Tiara kept pulling her mom's apron, while she was busy chopping vegetables. Her lips slowly turned into a pout, as she doesn't like not having her mom's attention. Her mom loves cooking, she believes it's like a meditation to her. It gives her immense joy when all of them smile with delight, eating her luscious food."Mom!!!" Tiara whined loudly, finally grabbing her mom's attention.Signing her turns, crouching to her level she eases the pout from her little girl's face with her tender fingers, "Yes princess. What do you want?" she asks in her usual soft voice. The tenderness in her voice filled Tiara with the belief, that she will get whatever she is about to ask her, " I want a prince charming!!!" the little girl said excitedly as she jumped up and down. Tiara's eyes shone with hope. Tiara believes her mom is a fairy and will fulfill all her wishes, as she always fulfills. But her mom gave no response, she kept looking at her. Little Tiara wasn't big e