All Chapters of SOLD TO THE DARK LORD : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

LAURAThough I had continued convincing myself that I wasn't to blame for the war, I felt scared, sad even. I wondered why it was when everything was going peachy that Luca had to resurface. But from everyone's body language, it seemed like the Luca and Matteo's issue has been going on for a while.I was thinking about Matteo's safety, I knew from the moment Luca almost attacked us at the airport to the time when he attacked Matteo that he was no good. But from the way Matteo reacted , I sensed fear, maybe not fearing Luca directly but maybe the impact he had.I would die if anything happened to Matteo, gone were the days where I would tease about wanting him dead."I know you're worried about Matteo." Viktor began softly. I told him he was trying to reassure me and I appreciated it, but what I didn't appreciate was being bullshitted. "But Matteo has a reputation and Luca will be very very foolish to go against the five."I listened to what Viktor was saying trying to digest every bit

LAURAIt felt as if the whole world came crashing down. Like my whole world was actually turning, drooling and crumbling.It was as if I lost the ability to breathe. Everywhere felt congested as if the walls were closing in.I fell to the floor. Feeling a part of myself dying too.I didn't know what to make out of it and suddenly I felt as if I was a bad friend. I had not thought of Rosita since I came here and now she's dead. I wasn't much of a crier or a screamer but I didn't think much of it when I let out a gut wrenching scream. "NO!" I wondered how she died and suddenly her bright warm smile flashed on my face, a smile I would never see again.Rosita and I weren't the perfect model friends, our friendship strayed from the fact that we both wanted freedom.Matteo moved closer wanting to comfort me but I pushed his hands off. "Don't fucking touch me!" Rosita was dead and it was my fault.I was happy here, I found love and accomplished everything we said we would do but she couldn'

ROSITALaura was right . . . . She was fucking right! Antonio was a slimy bastard and his lack of reaction had proved everything. I had gone to Antonio's office with a heart full of expectation. I wondered what our child would look like. With my smile and maybe his eyes I knew he wasn't much of a looker but I loved him nevertheless. Maybe more than I should haveHis reply to me being pregnant was an, 'ok' a two fucking OK. I felt stupid, I didn't even know what I was expecting, for him to be happy and we would marry and have our honeymoon in a yacht? I had expected joy or something of that sort.All the times Antonio had professed love to me flashed through my life and my stomach churned. I wanted to puke, for some strange reason I felt pain in my heart and stomach, everywhere, it hurt as the hairs on my body stood in perfect attention. My ears pricked for a comfortable and soothing reply but he sat there with a perfect nonchalant face, as if the life we were about to bring was my pr

LAURAThis week had been a blur, and Matteo had been a strong pillar in making sure I didn't have any negative thoughts.When I turned to the side of the bed I saw he wasn't around but checking the clock on the wall it was almost one in the afternoon, I had really slept in.I stood up scanning the entire room, surprised to see an eye-catching red box on the bed.It was calling me, and the sleep from my eyes vanished, when I grabbed the box I noticed a note on it."Get ready for a romantic night . . . Yours truly, Matteo."I immediately screamed in my pillow, how the fuck did I get so lucky? I felt a rush of excitement, I wanted to see what matteo had in store for me.I opened the box and saw that a stunning blue dress and a pair of silver pencil tip, six inch high heels were laid out for me. I brought out the dress, intrigued by the fabric, it had a tag 'color me blue' on it and I smiled knowing it was certainly from Matteo. The dress was floor length, simple yet delicate with a

LAURAMy mind wasn't pleased with my decision, fuck! There was something fishy about it, but I still had a lot I needed to clear up with Will.I had changed into fresh clothes, it was a simple body hug dress, it was simple black and elegant, my hair was poured down, seeing it in the mirror convinced me to let it grow out again.The café wasn't far from Matteo's gym and it wasn't hard sneaking out, though I felt the need to tell Matteo my whereabouts but I knew he wouldn't take it calmly. He was a jealous lover and there was no way in hell he would allow me to see Will.His reaction when Will had stopped to talk to me at the hotel wasn't funny and knowing this for fact, he would go ballistic if he knew I wanted to see Will.I walked like a mad woman and before I knew it I was already there.I saw Will sitting on a chair with a big ass smile on his face, it was easy to identify him in the midst of hard haired Italian, though he claimed to be half Italian, he sure doesn't look like it.