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AVELINA’S POVThe cellar is colder than usual. I step out, the night air hitting my face. The guards didn’t realize i had sneaked out as they were busy arguing amongst themselves about the latest update and Allessandro’s fate.I walked through the garden and into the forest behind the house,The fog follows me like a thought i can’t seem to set down.Orlando’s compound is in ruin. Two of his men take my coat and walk me through the door where Orlando sits in low light, whiskey in one hand and a pistol in the other.His smile was broader than a man who just won the lottery. “So the devil’s bride accepted my invitation after all. You must be hungry for the truth.” He says, taking a sip from his glass. “Are you been brave or just stupid?”“I came to know the truth. Not to be mocked.” I say trying to steady my voice. “Why did you send me letters? If you want war you could send that to my husband.”“That would have been too easy, Avelina.” He says with laughter. “I derive pleasure in watch

AVELINA’S POVIt’s been hours and Allessandro is yet to return.The house is not the same as the guards start to whisper. Their hands dancing on their weapons.I stare out my window. Holding tight to the letter i had gotten from Allessandro’s office when i sneaked in during the attack. It has by name boldly written on it by Orlando.AVELINAYour father made a deal with the devil.And now the devil wants his due.Come find me, and I’ll tell you the truth he died to hide.— O.R.Attached to the letter was a photo of my father, shaking hands with Enzo. Allessandro beside them, younger but recognizable.A part of me believes Allessandro is not coming back, but the other part seems to think better. I walk downstairs, notice Emilio, pacing back and forth, pale from blood loss but yet refusing to rest, with his phone in hand checking every minute for a message from his boss.Men like Allessandro never walk into battles expecting to return.I’ve paced the living room a hundred times, staring

AVELINA’S POVThe morning sun spills through the window, landing straight on my face. The rain had stopped, but the storm in my heart is refusing to let go.I turn to the bed and notice Allessandro is still asleep or at least pretending to be in bed. His shoulder was still bandaged. He looks peaceful sleeping, his beautiful body gawking at me. I wish I could hate him, but i am tempted to go to bed and cuddle him instead.I get up quietly from the chair i had slept in, walk towards the bed and knelt before him caressing the face of the man who held me a prisoner.Why do i feel an electric pull towards him?The house is empty as Emilio is yet to return, leaving me and my captor in it.I walk towards the window, staring at the garden as the world beyond it calls my name. There is a road there and a temptation to start over. But what kind of person would i be leaving an injured man alone? A man who risked his life to save mine.But freedom feels heavier than I expected.If I leave, I’m fr

Avelina’s POVThe storm is over, but the house still smells of gun powder and fear. I sit by Allessandro’s side watching him as he tosses on the bed. His breathing going against him as he tries to sleep. The bandage on his shoulder is mixed with blood, showing evidence he has been shot. My eyes are fixed on the spot as it reminds me of when he stepped in, taking the bullet that actually met for me. He took a bullet for me. This is the second time.The thought of him being my savor plays over and over again in my head.Without thinking, i reach out, placing my hand on his head. He stirs in his sleep but doesn’t wake up. He feels warm, maybe coming down with a fever or from the gunshot wound.“Why would you risk your life for me, Allessandro? You are supposed to hate me for my father’s wrong deeds,” I whisper under my breath.He doesn’t say a word. But i noticed a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. My chest tightens hoping he didn’t hear me. I quickly take my hands back as

ALLESSANDRO’S POVIt is a stormy morning. The safe house lingers like a secret waiting to be broken into.I haven’t slept all night. My head aches from the whiskey i drank all night and my throat burns.Avelina’s words still linger in my head.Avelina’s voice still echoes in my head.Why do i feel like a secret you need to hide, Allessandro.? She doesn’t seem to understand I am doing all this for her protection. She can’t understand. Even if she did, she will hate me more than she does right now.The storm I feel in my heart has died down. I still see her face whenever I close my eyes. Beautiful, untouchable, pretty eyes and all.Emilio enters. I could hear his footsteps from miles away as he disrupts my thoughts. He knows not to speak up until I speak first.“What news do you have for me?” I asked, not bothering to look up at him.“Orlando is preparing to attack. We traced his accounts and found out he ordered guns from Germany. The shipment arrived last night under his name,” he sa

AVELINA’S POVMorning comes soon.The house still smells of dust. I sit up on my bed as the morning sun shines into my room from the window. Sometimes at night I hear the footsteps of someone pacing and other nights i hear nothing.I take my father's ring from the nightstand and slip it onto my finger. The only reminders of him. I miss my father and the home that didn't feel like a trap. Now i have no idea who to trust. Not Allessandro who promised to protect me or Emilio, his right-hand man.I pop into the bathroom to freshen up and head downstairs.I hear faint murmurs coming from the room nearby. I should keep walking, but something in the tone makes me pause.“…she doesn’t know what he did,” a man says. “If she finds out, it’s over.”“She won’t,” another voice replies. “He’ll never tell her the old man sold him out.”My pulse pounds in her ears. Sold him out? My father? I step away before they can see me, my mind spinning. I had always believed my father was loyal to the family —