Novels by Zinachi_

~LUCA VITIELLO ~I sat in my office, sipping on a glass of wine. My gaze lingered at the map of Moscow on the wall, my mind was racing with the recent losses my organization had suffered."Someone is stealing from us," I muttered, my voice low. Menacing. "I want to know who did it, I fucking want to know!" My hand made a swift contact with the desk, hard. Frustration was eating at me at the unyielding reports of the investigation.This was not the first time. Ryan's call woke me up this morning that the underground has been cleared of the remaining items in it.Ryan and Damien stood before me, hands clasped behind their backs. "We've reviewed the security footage. The preparator seems to always be one step ahead,” Damien said.My eyes narrowed. "I want to find out who this person is and I’m doing it myself, I don't care what it takes.”Partially pissed that my team couldn't be more careful at their assigned task. I took my phone to make a phone call."We’re leaving!” Prepare the heli

~ MIA ANTHONY ~ I have been on bed rest for the past two days and Luca has been at home. If there was one thing I enjoyed these past days, was seeing him work. It was a sight I rarely see. How his fingers were fluid on the laptop, his stance posture and focus and the steady movement of his eyes across his screen. But I guess Luca was just someone one can admire from afar, he's unpredictable and seems like a loveless being but, I sure will miss this moments — The mansions, the princess treatments from his staff, the free rides to school, the delicious magnanimous foods and the soft plush mattress, but I can't choose them over my peace. I’m getting insane being stuck up indoors, monitored and conserved. Today, I’m getting dressed for school after endless calls from Diane and Marvel which I ignored with the excuse of: I can't talk, I’m sick. Diane especially must have been worried and told marvel about my illness after not seeing me back at the classroom. I wondered how sh

~ MIA ANTHONY ~"How do you feel?” Luca asked, his hands wrapped tenderly over mine as he spoke. My lips were left hanging.He has held my hands several times when we made love, he had spoken to me but now I don't know— it was different, but then something in me noticed. His demeanor, the way his eyes looked at me as he spoke, they weren't the same. He was truly concerned.Whoa! I never knew Luca could feel emotions like this."Do you feel concerned for me or you just haven't been around sick people in a while?"My question made him swiftly looked me up, even I was shocked too.I shook my head before he responded as if to unsay what I just said."I’m sorry, I’m not just used to you asking how I feel and all sorts of compassionate questions.”"You are sick, who wouldn't be worried?”"I'm not dead Luca. I'm very much alive, just a slight headache, body pain and lack of appetite but I would be fine with some rest.”"Appetite? You haven't eaten?”“I have eaten.” I lied.Right now, I don'

~ MIA ANTHONY ~ "Would you like some tea instead?" Miss Beth, the kitchen head, asked. She had asked almost similar questions for the fifth time, recommending some food I could eat after saying I had no appetite for what they prepared. "No Miss Bethany, how about orange juice instead?" I replied after sitting in the dinning for about three minutes just thinking of what my body wanted and even after that, I didn't see any food that enticed me now except the orange juice that I could manage. "Would just orange juice be enough?” I nodded positively as I watched her leave the kitchen from the periphery of my vision. This morning, I woke up feeling dizzy with a slight headache, took a shower and thought it was just a mere ache but it increased after I was done dressing. Not only that, but I felt nauseous at the slight smell of the food being prepared. "Madam, are you okay?" Edwin asked as he opened the passenger door so I could enter. "Yes." It was a half truth though, I felt a lit

~ LUCA VITIELLO ~ Sprawled freely on the bed was Mia, exhausted. I guess it was from all the earlier emotions. I had made her cry but that’s not what was provoking, it's the fact that I don't understand why I suddenly care, why it bothered me that she constantly cries whenever she's around me. Earlier today, what I said was not something far fetched, it was something she knows well enough. I walked quietly to the bed, sat beside her; closely, wanting to caress those soft delicate lips that were slightly opened, a portal through which she exhales and inhales and now I wish I was the air. My hands unconsciously touched her lips, rubbing it gently. Her lips were full and red like she had a makeover and decided to bless her bed with her beauty. My hands then extended from her lips to her jaw then to her neck until a slight turn of her head jolted me back, my body trembled from the slight act. What’s wrong with me? Suddenly, I shifted back, the distance was like her body was on

~ LUCA VITIELLO ~ After I had left the mansion, I went to the SK brothers bar where Tessy had messaged me for the location of our meeting. Seeing her would make her stop pestering me right? Although I had warned her several times, I assumed she was too familiar with me and thought my threats weren't effective. She must trust our childhood bond too much to be careless. Sincerely, hooking up with Tessy was the last thing I thought of. I went to the booth, it was a VIP booth reserved for the both of us. "Yeah, my love,” she whispered upon my arrival, her chest resting perfectly on the edge of the table so that one could see her cleavage. "Tessy! I am not your love!” I said sternly but she smiled regardless, not even afraid. "Oh come on, you remembered what my dad would say when we were little. We had been good together.” "You know… his words don't hold water, it doesn't matter what he said, we are adults now so how about you stop this delusion, hmm?" I could see her demeano