All Chapters of Infinite Love : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Nicolas Leaning back in my office chair I wipe my weary eyes and let out a heavy sigh. My hand reaches for my phone and then I pull it back. I’ve done this so many times over the last few weeks, my own anxiety threatening to run riot over my mind. I haven’t hear a word from Erik or Miranda, I know they are in a process and sensibly I know he will reach out when he is ready, when they have fixed this mess but in my heart it has been too long. Inside I wish with everything that Miranda would pick up the phone, that she would think of me. My greatest regret in this life is not being with her but what can I do? She at her core abhors this life, the fighting between the two factions and yet I am the only one who is holding the thread of peace in place. An all out war between the houses would be catastrophic not just for us but for humans as well. It weighs heavily on me, it weighed so heavily on my sister that she ended her life and Erik it has broken him, his strength left him

Amelia “Nico” I hear the awe in my own voice at the sight before me, I don’t even care about the bloody body lying on top of me. Nico, his eyes sharp gives me that wry little smile that he reserves only for me. I’m in shock “Nico how?” It’s barely a whisper. He winks at me, actually fucking winks, “I’m a brilliant strategist my love, now let’s get the fuck out of here!” I’m still too shocked to move, my mind races with all the things I have seen him endure and not once, not one flinch, not one glimmer of emotion, I am simply astounded at his endurance and strength of will. No one and I mean no one would have doubted he was gone, hell I didn’t. “Amelia later we need to go now!” His voice is filled with urgency and snaps me back into the moment. He rifles in Lucien’s pockets and I look at him my question clear in my eyes “Keys” he simply states and then his hands go up in the air in frustration. Nothing in his pockets, Damian is clearly as paranoid as ever he will have the ke

Amelia The plan reacting to our descent wakes me from the first good sleep I have in god knows how long. The terrain out of the window is unfamiliar, high snow capped mountains stretch as far as the eye can see. I estimate we must be in the Alps. We begin to get lower and lower and I grip my seat unable to see the hidden runway that Nico is now putting us down on, with a skill that impresses me. I feel the force of the engines as he breaks and taxis us along the runway bringing us to a stop. Another hidden private airfield is evident outside of the window. The plane begins to move again as he manoeuvres us inside a huge snow covered hanger where we are received by a small crew. He is out of the cockpit and grabbing my hand in a second and the door opens to allow us to descend. I shiver a little as the sharp air hits me an instant reminder of the collar still firmly around my neck. Nico’s hand on the small of my back indicates for me to go first and I refuse to meet the e

Damian Life is good I think, satisfied as I settle into the back of the chauffeured car. Opening the compartment I pour myself a large whisky to celebrate my ultimate victory. Years of patience, planning, letting the little snakes take a bite here and there, trip themselves up, reveal all I needed them to and now all the pieces are where I want them. Nico chained and bound like the dog he is, the mighty warrior, too arrogant, taking what was mine without permission, I must admit their little game of pretend hatred amused me once I figured it out but he was too powerful an ally for Amelia he had to be destroyed. My dear noble cousin, a shiver of delight runs through me as I replay the image of him chained, broken, in the hands of his greatest enemy, helpless. That element could not have turned out more perfectly, I can be assured of his eternal torment while having what I need from him. Finally his threat to my throne over, I laugh aloud, who am I kidding his threat was gone

Amelia A smile plays on my lips as I sit in the passenger seat beside Giovanna in her old pick up as she rattles it along the country roads towards the town. The sunshine feels glorious on my face and images of last night replay in my mind. Nico was so loving and gentle as he wrapped me in his arms in his bed. The light feathery kisses over my skin had sent shivers of pleasure through me, fingers tracing gentle circles soothing everywhere he touched. His kiss reverent and soul stealing. Everything about him was soft, loving, how he slowly carefully made love to me, erasing everything that we had been through these past weeks. This morning had been amusing watching Giovanna fuss over him and then tell him straight he wasn’t coming with us as he would draw too much attention. The petulant look on his face was a picture but he did not argue with her. My mind dares to wander to Erik and a lump forms in my throat, is he okay? Is he really safe and even if he was would he now