All Chapters of HER ONLY CRIME: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Emilia~The journey back to the mansion was a rather silent one, as neither of us made any attempt to speak to each other.Marcelo's eyes were fixated on the road in front of us, as he drove at a speed that showed how furious he was. I could tell he was pissed from the way his grip hardened on the steering wheel, and how his jaw kept clenching.I had to stop myself from screaming in fear, every time he narrowly escaped hitting someone or something with his car. It was impossible to tell if he was only driving like that because he was pissed, or he was just such a terrible driver.Soon enough, we arrived at the mansion, where a number of heavily armed men were patrolling the perimeters. I couldn't help but notice that he had doubled his security, probably to prevent me from slipping through his fingers again.He turned off the car's engine, immediately we were pulled over in his private garage. The tension between us got even thicker, and I knew he had something to say, as much as I d

Emilia~My jaw literally hung open, at the sight of the aircraft in front of me. I hadn't realized just how large a helicopter really is. It was quite noisy too."What's the matter? Never seen a chopper before?" Marcelo asked me with a smug grin on his face.I turned to give him my hardest glare."I'm not going anywhere near THAT!" I told him, folding my arms in a defiant manner.My hair and dress were flying all over the place, as a result of how much wind were coming from the giant, scary, spinning blades. I believe those are called "propellers". Marcelo seemed to be used to it though.I had never been on any aircraft before, because I never had any reason to leave the borders of Los Angeles, all my life. This was all new and even a little scary to me.Why was he taking me to Sicily? Was I going to be changed by the same thing that changed him too? What exactly was my life going to be like?A yelp escaped my lips, as Marcelo was suddenly lifting me off the ground, and over his shou

Emilia~As expected, I woke up to find the space beside me empty. Marcelo had already woken up, and was probably out to work, leaving me alone in this huge mansion."Good morning, blue eyes!" Maybe I spoke too soon, because I turned to see a very naked Marcelo, standing just few feet away. Judging from his wet hair, I could tell he had just came right out of the shower.My eyes roamed his naked body without me even being conscious of what I was doing. I couldn't get myself to stop drinking in his perfect, god-like appearance.Everything from his sharp jawbone, to his broad, muscular shoulders. Fuck! The inkings on his body were becoming my new favorite thing to see, despite the fact that I never actually loved inkings. His chest and abs looked like they were works of a refined, experienced sculptor. If only I could just..."Looking at me like that is sure to get you in trouble, Em!" He said, before slowly wrapping a towel around his lower body.I could see he was in a hurry to head o

Marcelo~Despite the fact that my father had his hands in cuffs, the wardens still looked very wary and uncomfortable around him. He was a very dangerous man, afterall.I followed his every step with my eyes, as he was being led to where I was seated. Seeing him in an orange vest, was I sight I could definitely get used to. He deserved to rot here for what he did to my mother.He had a crooked smile on his face, as he finally plopped himself down on the seat in front of me. Only a small table was standing between us, and the atmosphere around us instantly became very tensed.We stayed like that for minutes, just staring each other down in silence. It was almost like we were both having a silent conversation, until he decided to speak up first."Nice of you to come see your old man." "I got your message. It didn't seem like I had much of a choice." I scoffed at him.My father's arrogant smile never faltered, as he leaned forward to speak."Just like your mother, aren't you?" He taunte

Emilia~I didn't want it to be true. I stared at the headline on the television, refusing to believe the news I just heard.In my left hand was a letter, one which had my mother's handwriting. I clutched it in my fist, letting it fold into a ball.Today was supposed to be a happy day. It was supposed to be my twentieth birthday, and we were all supposed to celebrate it together, just as they promised. They lied.The first tear drop ran down my eyes, as I kept looking at the pictures of the people on the television screen. It was my mom, dad and little sister, Chloe. They were announced to have been involved in a ghastly, car accident, and it was said that they all died."No!" I muttered to myself, as the weight of my sudden loss was gradually sinking on me. It felt like I was being stripped off of an armor, leaving me vulnerable against the cold, brutal world. I felt unloved, unwanted and above all, devastated. Now I was truly alone, as everyone I ever cared about was now gone.Sudde