All Chapters of SAVOUR: THE MAFIA'S BABYSITTER: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I woke up in an empty room, my first reaction was confusion and fear, last night was nothing less than a nightmare. But the scent I am engulfed in calmed my panic nerves down. Taking a few breaths, I rubbed my face, brushing my hair with my fingers, I form a messy bun. Placing my feet down on the cold tiled floor, I looked around this room, which remember Stefano saying is his safe house. My eyes first searched for a clock, spotting one on the front wall, I found it was 8 am, which means I slept through the night and the whole ride. Now that I think, I was very much, emotionally exhausted and I don't know, if it's my emotion or what, but I am craving Stefano, I want him to be by my side. Deciding to find him, first I walk to the bathroom and emptied my bladder. Brushing my teeth, I splashed some water on my face. Looking in the mirror, I found my tired brown eyes staring back at me, so much sleep was not even able to hide the exhaustion from my face. When will all this end?

Soon after, Luciano spit his real name, I saw him turn towards me, but immediately I forced my eyes away from him. How stupid of me to think that finally, I can have some normalcy in my life. Now more than ever, I want to leave this place and the presence of this mam. Taking a breath to wash away the uneasiness that I am feeling, I walked toward Luciano, whose eyes were still fixed on Dean or Ramon whatever the fuck his name is, standing behind him, I hid from the gaze of the man who after a long time was able to ignite something in my heart. I am only thankful to Luciano for saving me before I once again let another break my trust and play me like a puppet to whatever dirty plans they had. " I am not causing any harm." he clarified more to me than Luciano, his voice lowered, I wanted to look at him but I knew, just like earlier his eyes will only deceive me. Wanting some leverage, I held Luciano's white shirt sleeve, Luciano looked my way, and for once since I met h

Third Person's POV The darkness was everywhere in the manor. The night has hidden the light to give it some hours of rest before it's time for the light to brighten people's lives again. Around the mansion, crickets were in symphony and the water pouring out of the fountain was the beast to that music. Outside the mansion, everything was serenely beautiful, and peaceful. And inside, it was the same but somewhere down there the screams of agony were filling the atmosphere, screams of people who dared betray the king of the mansion. They could have pleaded for mercy but when the queen's safety is online, the king knows nothing about mercy. The gunshots were piercing the silence of the night but the two women sleeping peacefully were far away from the chaos and torment. Stefano Valentino, stepped out from his basement, after taking the life of the very last traitor. His body reeked of blood. Which he wants to get rid of, the anger still fresh in his head. The actual reas

The tides started to grow bigger and now when thrashed toward the shore, we can hear a splash. And some water will fall on us. On our faces, the sting of it felt nice, even refreshing if I am being truthful. My eyes move from the tode towards the woman, who has this soft look on her face her head still leaning on her knees, and her eyes basking in the beauty of I sea. Remini is beautiful but not more than her. The sun and warm shade that it's throwing make her glow as one does when a dim orange light falls on their face. My fingers twitched to just reach out to her and brush her cheeks to feel the softness beneath my tips. I want to slide closer to her especially when I see men basking in her beauty, which they have no right to, she is mine and only mine and I am the only one who can bask in her. It aches sometimes when I realize what she has become to me, the slight business on her cheek has become my favorite sight. Her dim eyes, which listen only at the sight of me

Life is cruel. You are everyone's bit no one ever is yours. And I learned the meaning of this line very early and in a hard way. I was 13 years old when my dad picked me up from school. I was excited as dad never picked me up from school. I thought that was the best day of my life. i was happy. So many assumptions had already started to weave beautiful dreams in my head. But the thirteen-year-old me didn't know, that soon all his dreams would shatter and he will be forced to grow up earlier than he thought. Because when the thirteen-year-old me reached home, he saw his mom with tears looking angrily at my father. " He is not made for it," she yelled, stopping her son from going anywhere with the man who was her husband and his father. My mother cried and screamed but my father heard nothing he only dragged my younger self, inside the house and I only blinked, not understanding a single thing that why things are happening. I innocently and confused looked at my mothe