Grace's Pov I decided to make breakfast for everyone to eat to ease the tension in the house. Since I didn't know everyone's favourite food, I was going to make something simple for everyone that they would love. I kept it simple, scrambled eggs with toast. I brought out everything I needed and tied an apron.I cracked the eggs, about seventeen eggs into a bowl and whisked them with a pinch of salt and pepper. I poured them into the hot pan with a little oil. The smell of cooking eggs and toasted bread soon filled the kitchen.As I flipped the toast and stirred the eggs gently, I felt a hand hold my waist.Immediately, I smelt the cologne and knew it was Vano and I smiled.“How did you know it was me?” He asked. “I can smell you,” I replied. “You were so concentrated on cooking,” he said. “Need some help?” he asked quietly. I nodded, grateful for his company. Together, we finished breakfast with him teasing me and making funny jokes. Who knows the almighty Mafia Don could
Grace's povI went to my room and went to have my bath. After bathing, I dressed in a two-piece shorts and shirt. I did my hair in a French ponytail and left my room. I went to the living room, the kitchen, and the poolside but didn't find anybody around. It seems everyone was still in their rooms, sleeping. It was late morning for God's sake. That means Luca was still in his room. I headed to his door and stopped in front of his door. I was about to knock but I stopped. He must be tired from trying to calm Valentina all night. I shouldn't disturb him. I was about to leave his room when I heard Valentina's angry voice from inside the room. I paused, turning back to the door. I looked at the door and saw it was left ajar.“You can't tell me what to do when you never cared from the start,” I heard her angry voice.“That didn't mean you should throw yourself at any man you see,” I heard Luca's voice after hers. That was the first time I was hearing Luca raise his voice like that.
Grace's povThe first thing I felt was the weight of the blanket over me. It was thick and soft. The second was the faint scent of musk and something warm, like cedar and soap. I blinked slowly, letting my eyes adjust to the dim light in the room.This wasn’t my room. I sat up halfway, confusion stirring in my still-sleepy mind. The sheets were dark gray, which was the opposite of my white ones. I looked across the room and saw clothes I had worn last night neatly folded on a chair.Panic rose in my chest for a second until I realized I was fully clothed in one of Silvano’s shirts. A long, loose, and white shirt. I was on his bed again. I calmed down a bit but remembered something. The last time I found myself in his clothes, he said Valentina changed me from my stained clothes to his clean ones. But now, why was I wearing his clothes again? Except something happened to my clothes. God. I touched the shirt again, realizing he probably gave me the first thing he could find
Silvano's pov She stood there, flushed, her lips red, her dress too damn short for her, and still, somehow, she looked like the only real thing in a room full of noise.“I have people watching,” I finally said.She scoffed. “You had someone follow me?”“I have someone following everyone I care about, Grace,” I snapped.“So you make them feel like prisoners?” She asked.“You don’t get it, do you? I am not just some boyfriend you sneak out on. You should tell me where you are going before you leave the house.”Her eyes narrowed. “So I am your prisoner now?”“No,” I said, trying to keep my voice low. “I am saying you should tell me where you are going next time so I can be rest assured,” I felt like I was talking to a little child while trying to make the child understand the meaning of safety. “But Valentina and Harper don't need to tell you where they are going,” she pointed out. “Because they can take care of themselves,”“So you are saying I can't take care of myself,” I let out
Grace's povLiam and I stayed at the bar, talking lightly. It was the kind of conversation that didn’t demand anything from me. Just small and easy talks.He asked about my favorite music, my least favorite movie genre, and whether I liked cats or dogs more.Those were simple questions. Normal ones I could easily answer. And I couldn’t remember the last time I had a normal conversation with someone, a stranger or not.I was already tipsy but was struggling to keep up with him. I was surprised I wasn't falling off my chair already in a drunk state but I guess that was what the lime was for. At a point, I glanced at the dance floor again, half-searching for Harper and Valentina and I saw Valentina making out with a guy on the dance floor. Well, it seems like one of us is getting some and enjoying her night. I looked again to see if I would catch a glance of Harper but I didn't. “The last time I did that, I almost lost an eye in the ring,” Liam said and I chuckled. “No, you didn't,”
Grace's Pov The bartender brought the shots and left but not before brushing fingers with Valentina and winking at her.Valentina blushed and took a shot. Harper handed me a shot and took hers. “Cheers to letting loose,” she said, raising hers.Valentina clinked her glass against ours. “And to forgetting whatever jerk had ever had us down.”I smiled faintly at that, thinking of Silvano, then tilted my glass back and drank it in a go. I lick the lime, squeezing it in my mouth and grimacing at the sting of it all hitting at once.“That is it,” Harper grinned, tossing hers back. “You are officially one of us tonight.” I coughed a little, laughing through it. “That stuff is brutal.” Valentina slid the second shot toward me. “Brutal but freeing. Just one more.I blinked. “Already?”“You need at least two to relax,” she winked.I hesitated but nodded. “Okay. Just one more.” We clinked again and downed the second shot. Warmth buzzed through my chest. The music pulsed harder now, lik