Grace's pov
I saw on the bed hugging my knee to my chest as I rocked myself.
I almost cost my family their lives. I almost got them killed.
Fresh tears flowed down my face.
I shouldn't have walked to the hospital that night. I should have helped the man. I shouldn't have even gone to work that night.
Now I am stuck here because of some freaking file I knew nothing about.
Is someone using my life to joke with me?
My life wasn't Rosy to begin with, so why is this adding to my problem?
I stayed like that, rocking myself while staring into space.
He spared my family this time but what if he won't next time?
What if he actually goes in there and harms them himself? I can't afford that. I can't allow him to touch them but what was I going to do?
I didn't have the file nor do I know where it was.
The sound of the door opening caught my attention, and I turned to the intruder.
The wounded man from that night came in, and immediately I wiped my tears and lay my legs on the bed.
I still didn't know his name.
He walked to the window and opened it, causing me to close my eyes at the amount of sunlight that entered the room.
I opened them slowly and saw him standing over me.
“Who do you work for?” He asked.
“Work for?” I was confused.
“Who asked you for the document?”
“I have told you I didn't take it. No one hired me and I work for no one. How else should I make you understand,” I threw my hands in frustration.
He was quiet for a while, just observing me and I put up a convincing face. I think it worked because the next word that came out of his mouth was less threatening.
“Come out for lunch,” he said, and started walking out the door.
Why is he inviting me to lunch when he almost harmed my family not long ago? Acting all nice and generous now.
“What is your name?” I asked after him.
He stopped and looked at me over his shoulder. “Silvano Morelli,”
Silvano Morelli
I tasted the name in my mouth as he slammed the door.
It sounded silky and classy
I would just call him vano
My stomach rumbled, reminding me that I had nothing to eat since morning and I jumped from the bed to catch up with him.
When I got to the dining table, they were all seated and I stood looking at them, not knowing what to do.
“We are going to finish all the food. Come and sit down,” the calm man from earlier said.
As if he wasn't just intimidating just now. I rolled my eyes inwardly but walked slowly to the table and took the furthest seat from them.
The second guy chuckled lowly, eating his food.
“Luca, stop scaring the girl,” the quiet one among them said.
“I didn't do anything.”
“Allow her to eat,” he said, and turned to me. “Serve anything you want from the table,” I nodded and offered a small smile.
If he weren't with these guys, I might have considered being his friend.
“Giovanni, tell me, have you found any CCTV camera leading that route?” Silvano asked the calm one.
“There isn't. And the ones that seemed to capture that route were deleted. The person was smart to delete them,”
Vano nodded, taking a bite from his fork.
“I have my suspicion but I am not sure yet,” he turned to the quiet one among them, the one whose name I haven't figured out yet.
“Antonio, find out those I shot that night and where the person is,”
“Yes sir,” Antonio said before continuing his food.
Was he talking about the men brought in that night?
“They were twenty in number. Some died while some received treatment.” I said and all their eyes settled on me.
As if I never said anything. I started dishing out my food.
“Do you have their names?” I heard Luca ask and I shook my head.
“I am a nurse, I only provide care to patients. I don't keep patient names in my head,”
“I didn't—,” Luca started but Giovanni cut him off.
“Can you get us their names?” He asked.
“I am in your house without my phone,” I dropped my plate on the table and looked at Silvano, “And I am not on duty until tomorrow night,”
“There has to be a way you can get their names.”
“I can but only on one condition,” I said and looked at all of them, seeing that I had their attention. “You let me go and you don't hurt my family,”
“That is not possible. You stole-,” Luca started saying but yet again he was cut short by Silvano.
“Accepted. Only if you get me their names,”
“I need to go to the hospital to get their names,” I said.
“Luca, Antonio, you will go with her to get their names tomorrow morning.”
“I can go alone,” I insisted.
“They will go with you,” he said, leaving no room for objection.
I ate my lunch quietly while they discussed. After eating, I went back to the room I was kept in.
This was so boring.
By now, I would have been on the third episode of The Office. Even though I have watched it before, Sophie still made sure to make me watch it with her again.
Just this night. Tomorrow, I will be home. With Mum, Noah, and Sophie.
I can't wait to get out of this place and be back home.
I lay down on my side and closed my eyes with only one thing in mind.
Just tonight I will be back to my life.
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
Grace's povMy chest burned with frustration.No. Hurt. Real, raw hurt. I wasn’t expecting a love confession from Silvano. Hell, I didn’t even know what we were. But I also didn’t expect him to throw me into the same category as every woman he has ever slept with. I don't even know how many women they were or his type of women and I didn't even want to know.I wiped my cheek roughly, trying to pull myself together, but the sting of his words echoed in my head. “There is no difference in you all.” He was classifying me with them. And it was cruel and disgusting.I don't even know why I was crying. Pathetic, Grace. You are not a kid who just cries at any emotional stress. “You shouldn't let things get to you. You are not the same as other girls,” I muttered to myself, reassuring myself.I walked down the hallway with no real direction, just needing space. Needing air. I don't need to feel so damn stupid. I found myself outside by the poolside with the night's fresh breeze br
Grace’s povI sat on the bed, staring at the floor like it held all the answers to my emotional confusion.But the truth was my mind wasn't present. It was in what happened earlier in the living room.He kissed me.No, we kissed.Multiple times. And I let him. And I liked it. Every second of it. Every breath-stealing, heart-melting, spine-tingling second.My body reacted to his touch like my body was on fire that needed to be quenched.He affected me as much as I do affect him. But even worse was how much I liked it and how much I wanted more. That realization alone scared me. Because Silvano Morelli wasn’t safe. Not to my heart. Not to my peace. Not to my family.He was chaos dressed in charm, trouble wrapped in a fine face, and mouthwatering body.And yet here I was sitting with tingling lips and flushed skin like some schoolgirl who just got kissed for the first time. This isn't my first kiss but it did look like it. I feel like a high school girl who just got her first ki
Silvano's PovI didn’t hesitate.I kissed her again softly. Then slower the second time. The third was deeper. Like I was trying to tell her I was sorry.When I finally pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes dazed, and her lips slightly parted.“That is three,” I whispered. “Am I forgiven now?” I asked her.She didn’t speak immediately, she just looked at me like she was trying to figure me out all over again.“You are trouble, Silvano Morelli,” she finally said.I gave her a half-smile. “You are just figuring that out now?”Before she could respond, Harper walked into the living room and Grace quickly stepped back from me, giving distance between us. She brushed her fingers through her hair like nothing had just happened between us, and she was just having a harmless communication with me. But that wasn't the case. We were making out and she was liking it. Harper looked at me before moving her eyes to Grace who was looking anywhere but me and Harper. And right now, the s