I found myself standing at yet another funeral. I was getting tired of having to wear black and saying farewell to yet another person.Everyone was gathered around the five dug up holes with closed caskets in them. Elijah had told me that they didn't know who was who, and with how Elizabeth didn't want to have an autopsy or any tests made, they had to burry all of them next to each other, assuming that one of them was Jacopo Nicolo.I was standing by Elijah's and Dante's side, along with those who are on the web and have businesses associated with the web.On the other side, though, stood all of the families of the deceased, including my twin sister.I looked at Elizabeth with narrowed eyes. I couldn't understand how she convinced the other families not have a DNA test done to find out who was which.She definitely had something to do with what happened at that mansion. I just know she had.Elizabeth was crying, covering her mouth with the black scarf that was around her neck. Funny h
Elijah Smith...I was just as shocked as my dear wife was when I received a call from Jacopo Nicolo, the man we thought we had just buried less than an hour ago. I stared at the screen as Jacopo struggled to keep himself on his feet. On the call, his voice sounded rough and tired, and I instantly knew the man had been through it. But I did not expect his condition to be this bad.All he said was that he needed my help, he was hurt, he needed someone to pay the taxi driver, and that he needed a place to stay. The first thought that entered my mind was to wonder why my house was turning into a hotel. Housing Cilvia, Connor, the Vipers and now Nicolo... I didn't mind about the first two, but the last two bothered me. That was, of course, until I saw the condition Nicolo was in.He slammed his hand on the gate, hoping to get someone's attention so they would let him in.I gave the gate guard a call before he could turn the man away."Let him in and help him to the house." I ordered, as
I sat next to the bed while my Ella lay on her back with her t-shirt pulled up to expose the baby bump.She looked a bit nervous and a lot unsettled.Since Jacopo came to this house half dead, she's been having a very hard time sleeping or eating.She's been asking a lot about how Jacopo was doing and if he was going to heal. I could tell that she felt horribly bad for what her sister did to Jacopi, even though she didn't have to.It has been worrying me a lot as well. In the last few weeks, Ella gad lost a lot of weight, which isn't healthy considering she's pregnant."Stop stressing." I said, earning a glare from my wife. She's been having quite tye mood swings lately, and she has been a bit fisty as well, I didn't mind.I never knew someone could be adorable when they threw a tantrum over anything and everything.Ella let out a sigh before she tensed up when Doctor Morgan applied the gell onto her lower abdomen.Her glare ws turned on the old doctor, probably upset that he didn't w
"You know what I mean?" Nicolo snapped before he looked at me."Elizabeth's life is mine." He said, and I couldn't imagine all the things he wanted do to her before he took her life.I understood his anger and need for blood. I was actually surprised that he wanted to pass the idea by us.I assumed he would go do whatever he wanted to do to get his revenge. But I guess Nicolo still values his position on the web, which was still pending review."You can't kill Elizabeth." I said. "And why the heck not?" He asked."Because my wife wants her sister to live." I replied."BULLSHIT." He snapped. "I don't care what the heck your wife wants. She doesn't have a say in this.""She does. She wants her sister to live the mess she had created. And that is what we're going to do." I replied.It would be an understatement to say that Nicolo was upset. He was angry.He pushed himself to his feet, using the anger to bite down his pain as he shot me a glare and started limping out of the room.I'd he
Ella Smith...I sat in the garden with my eyes looking into the distance. The cold night air did great to cool my swollen burning eyes. After the long sobbing session I had with myself, I was exhausted and getting hit by a massive headache.My mind went back to that room. My chest tightened as I recalled what happened in that room when Doctor Morgan was letting us see and hear our baby. Well, I guess it's babies now.I dropped my right hand to my belly and touched the bump. No wonder it was growing too big for my time.I'm almost done with my first trimester. I was almost excited as Doctor Morgan had told me the morning sickness would start fading away on my second trimester. I couldn't get excited anymore. The thought of being pregnant with twins terrified the life out of me.I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, hoping to calm myself. I didn't want Elijah to see me this way. It was bag enough thay I had ran out on him earlier.I had seen how excited he was, and the last
Elijah Smith...I was all geared up, dressed in all black, ready to get into the back of the black van and hit the road. We had already taken two days to fully make the plan and craft it out so there were no cracks in it for us to make any mistakes.This was a dangerous mission and a very important one.The success of this mission meant a great deal for both the Web and the Vipers. Once we take Elliot out, my wife and the web would be safe, and once we save Victor's poor daughter, she would be married to Nicolo with in a year, and that would set the course of our alliance for as long as their marriage lasts.Which I doubt it would, considering the fact that Nicolo had told me last night that he would kill the girl the second she come face to face with him. He hated the idea of having to go through a wedding again, and I couldn't find it in me to blame him.Nicolo kept the details of the night his manssion burned. Every time it was brought up, he seemed ashamed of himself for bein
Ella Smith...I watched as my hus and stepped into the van and left, and I felt a string in my heart getting pulled.I hate seeing him leave like this. It always made me sick to my stomach, made me want to throw up, and made me wish I could cling to his leg and refuse to let him live.But I knew this was part of being Elijah's wife. His life was always dangerous, and it has become something I needed to put up with.Wiping my tears away, I walked out of the garage and into the house.My feet led me to my art studio, and the only thing I could do to distract myself was to paint.I started finishing up the paintings I'd previously started. There was one I was painting to give to Nicolo on his wedding day, but I never got to finish it, and after the house fire, I never thought of finishing it. But, the stress I was in tonight forced me to finish the painting.It was getting close to midnight when my legs started to shake and my eyelids started getting heavy.I knew I needed to rest, a
I didn't want to take my time to think about what I was going to do. I didn't want my hesitation to cost the kid his life.I quickly dropped my eyes to my phone."Miles is goig to the stirs." I wrote down with utmost speed, making spelling errors I couldn't care to check. It didn't matter if my spelling was wrong in the text. All that mattered was that the detective understood what I was trying to say.I looked at the box showing that sitting room. A small light came from the corner, and I could tell that it was the light from the detectives phone. I could see panic on his face when the light gave away his expression.He quickly sent me a text."Stop him." I didn't hesitate for another second.I looked up at the monitor to see where little Miles was. The second I saw that he was getting closer to the hall turning to the stairs, I rushed to the door. Shoving my phone back into my pants, I fumbled with the locks and pulled the door open before I ran to the door of the room.I rushed