Novels by Vaklarra

RafaelThe words of Alex echoed in my memory.Maybe a little maiming would indeed go a long way.But she didn't need to be hurt more. I knew that well, she wasn't just thinking right, I guess."Hey, hey hey" I said to the still thrashing woman. Enzo was still trying to hold her in place."Shhhhh" I said, hushing her as I inched closer to her and placed my finger on her lips. "No one's coming to save you" I looked into her eyes and they were full of anger and rage but for a split second, her eyes softened like on the day of the wedding."So you best behave". I finished.She inched her face closer to mine even when her hands were held at her back."Screw......you" she said in my face and in between clenched teeth. So close, I could feel every syllable of those words. She didn't at all sound like the calm and kind person I saw in those eyes.I stepped back, refusing any confrontation. It wouldn't be worth it."Call in" I said to Enzo, still looking at Elena"You gonna hold her?" Enzo ask

ElenaMy eyes followed the small drops of rain on the window as it rolled down in patterns. I thought of the raindrops as if they were in a race, like I would when I was a child. It was all I could do to keep my mind from wandering to that day, the day when more than my world came crashing down. The eerie gates of the cemetery were pulled into my view from the windows and I looked far beyond the bar gates and into the vast land littered with headstones. One of which would soon belong to my parents.My heart was hollow yet broken and my hands trembled but the tears in my eyes refused to fall. I shuddered slightly and gripped my chest for a brief moment, before straightening up.The Don was approaching, I couldn't manage to look weak, especially after last night. I blinked and shook my head slightly as the memory flooded my head again. Before I could do anything, he was already by my side, holding my hands and I could feel the roughness of his calloused palm.“Let's go,” he said, not

Rafael I watched the fake smile she wore in church slowly dissipate, like it was only worn for the ceremony. At intervals, I noticed her shuffling in her seat or leaning away from the Don and the wide smile she would wear when people came to congratulate her. A smile that didn't reach her eyes. And how she took every chance she could get to leave the Don's side.Now, I wasn't a saint but I didn't exactly love the idea of tainting women and forcing them into marriages in the Cosa nostra, but it seemed to be all they could think of when it came to forging alliances.And knowing the Don for almost 10 years, he wasn't the nicest of men. Not that I cared in particular, I understood why her parents would agree. Fear. That was always the reason. The reason she locked eyes with her mother every five minutes and looked with disdain to her father anytime she got the chance. The hall was full of wedding guests, chattering and laughing, most from the different Cosa nostra families. The least

Elena "You look wonderful dear", my mother said, in a slight sing song voice. I gave her a small smile, a weak attempt to hide my pain and disgust. The large double doors to the room opened and my father entered. Immediately I saw him, the smile on my face disappeared. "Elle, darling, you look stunning", He said, walking to me, arms wide like he would hug me. I could see the pride in his eyes, but also the sadness behind it."Let's go", I said not looking at any of them as I lifted my white sequin gown a little from the floor and dragged myself outside. As I walked to the car, I heard the servants outside my room oooh and ahhhh at my look.It was a simple gown really, but I guess I do look good in anything, despite my mood or feelings.From the car, I could see my father talking with our butler inside. As he and my mother walked towards the car, he looked... worried. Not sad or angry, like he had been the past few weeks since the wedding was announced, just worried.They both sat o