Sandro was in a foul mood. He had been that way since morning, and the thought of Arabella made it even worst.He gripped the bourbon he had poured for himself in the glass and gulped it down.He gazed at Blaze, "Do you think she'll be anywhere around?"Blaze shrugged, taking a drag from the cigarette with him. He puffed out the smoke and ran a hand through his hair. "Not that I know. But, a search can be organised.""Hey darling," A beautiful brunette climbed onto Sandro's lap. She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly on his lips.Sandro let out a grunt. "Not today, Anna.""I see you are in a foul mood. Call me when you are free." She murmured, bit on his earlobe before sauntering away."She's hot." Blaze said."I thought only the moon goddess could get me mad for what she did to my family. But hell no, the bitch drives me crazy!""Anna?" Blaze asked, tilting his brow."Arabella." Sandro winced as he said her name.After having an awful dream about his never-ending c

Fúck, she was hot. The black dress made her fair skin look even paler, and she looked ghostly, only that she was in dark colours.Even before he had told her to wear the dress she was in, he knew she'd turn out this way. What he didn't know was it would show all her curves.Her curves were on display; her boobs were almost spilling out of the dress. The dress was fucking small.The witch, Janice, had picked it, and he'd kill her for objectifying her in this manner.But he didn't care. At least, he shouldn't care.Yet, he didn't like the eyes leering at her. He had shoot too many perverts a glare tonight, and he was exhausted from doing so."You are hurting me," Alessia mumbled. She winced as he released her waist from his death grip."Sorry," He smiled sheepishly at her and stared down at her as she caressed her hand. "Are you cold?" Alessia began to shake her head, but before she could speak, he draped his jacket over her."It's not necessary." She mumbled. "I can manage.""It is,"

The day was going awful for Alessia. She was hung over, but not only that; some idiot had decided to clasp her hands and legs to the wall and floor using some iron chain.However, she knew the idiot would be none other than Sandro. He was the only one that could pull off such a ridiculous thing.Yet, she didn't know what her offence was.She let out a wince as the light drifted into her half-opened eyes. She shut them back and bit her lower lip.Her head pounded, and wherever she was seemed damp, adding to her distress.She had tried severally to shove down the vomit in her throat, and she doubted she could do so for long.Her eyes opened eventually, and she sniffled as she gazed around. It was dark, darker than she had imagined. Only a torch by the wall illuminated the room.But the glow from it wasn't still enough to call it light.She caught sight of a movement and croaked out. "Help."She clanked the chains holding her together to grasp the attention of whoever was there, but it s

Arabella was in trouble. That was the only thing on Blaze's mind as he stepped on the gas pedal. Time was running out, and he was sure they'd catch up with her sooner.It was barely one week since he visited her last, and many things had transpired. Many things had fúcking be revealed, including her current location.Also, the blood that was always given to Sandro to restrain him whenever he was on the verge of going berserker was hers.Not only that, she was the fucking Delicate Rose.Blaze creased his brows. It wasn't very clear. He didn't know what was going on. She was declared as Delicate Rose one time, and the other time, she wasn't.He didn't know where all the information came from, but he was sure Sandro had an informant. Someone was giving him all the information, and it was someone he didn't know about.Shit, that same person might have been the one lurking near Arabella's window. For a few seconds, Blaze remembered his conversation with her five days ago. He had assumed she

"Shit!" Arabella gasped out, swerving to the side.She breathed out, having missed brushing an SUV. Arabella glanced at Blaze and almost regretted it. He was up the car's roof with no protection whatsoever, and he was opening fire on the people on their trail.Even without being told about who sent those people, she was aware of who was involved.Alessandro De Luca.Arabella grimaced. Since she left the De Luca household, she had assumed he had forgotten about her. Yet, she doubted he'd easily forget when he had threatened her over again.He had told her she would not hide from him forever, and he would kill her no matter what happened.Now, Arabella believed he was keeping to his promise. He had freaking kept tabs on her all this while, and he was going to kill her.She should be the least of his problem because she was just a freaking girl!A powerless one at that!But he made her his topmost mission. Heck, he made her seem as though she was a criminal that should not go unpunished