Emelia's POV"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." A man at the helm of the ship spoke up. His hair was fire red and his eyes lit up like a kid at a candy shop. "Put the guns down, pretty boy. I think my 15 or so armed men kind of outdo your lonesome self, right?"Victor moved in slow motion as he crouched down to put both the pistol and rifle on the floor."Good, good!" The red-haired man clapped his hands. "So, here's the deal, right? This pretty boy right here," he pointed at Victor, "has to stay aboard the ship. I know, I know. A whole, big cruise ship to himself? What a steal!""The caveat is that me and my men have to stay, too." He laughed. "Think of it as a surprise security detail, you know. We can't have important cargo being left unguarded out in the middle of the Atlantic now, can we?"""W-what are you going to do with me?" I asked nervously.The red-haired man tilted his face to the side. "Oh, darling, you're free to go! The rest of the other big shots are just over there," he pointed to my
Emelia's POVMy blood ran cold. The mafia? How come I hadn't heard of them before? And why were they coming in these waters?Even from my time in Italy, I hadn't heard of any kind of mafia. Sure, I'd heard the rumors and stories of ones I thought were from the past, but I didn't think I'd have to worry about boogeymen like them in this day and age.Regardless, Dante's seriousness rattled me, as did the security who were already escorting the other CEOs back to their rooms to collect their things.I shook my head from the odd feeling this whole situation gave me and turned to go back to my room. However, I was then met with the sight of Victor standing right at the walkway.And that look on his face… I'd never seen anything like him.Victor was always calm and collected in all situations—well, most of them. In the face of adversary or business "dangers", he hardly reacted to it.But this was different. Much different.His features were stoic but I recognized the way he stared off into t
Victor's POV This would've been a dream come true had Emelia been sober. If only she were in her right state of mind... It would've meant leagues more than it did now. It would've brought me to my knees, even though I was close to falling to them anyway. To hear her say she didn't want me to leave pulled on heartstrings I swore snapped a long time ago. "Em... You're drunk," I told her gently. "I'm n-not—" she hiccuped, "dumb. I k-know I'm drunk..." "Then I don't think you get what you're asking of me—" "Oh, quit your w-whining and get your head out of the gutter!" She scolded me. "I-I'm asking you to just s-stay here for a little bit. Nothing more, n-nothing less." I drew a deep breath but folded immediately as I sat at the foot of her bed. "Okay, okay. You got me. I'll stay for as long as you need me to." "T-thank you..." The air was tense. Or at least, I thought so. All the deep breaths and rolling of my shoulders couldn't break through the anxiety that coiled itself around
Emelia's POV Against my better judgement, I observed him from afar. It shouldn't have mattered to me what he was doing out at this hour—especially since I'd been doing anything and everything to avoid him like the plague. Yet, when I caught him staring longingly at the night sky above, I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind. Even though I knew exactly what he was thinking about. Especially since he'd made it painfully obvious every time we ran into one another. Two years... Two years should've been more than enough time. He got to marry the true love of his life and bore a child with her. Why was he still so consumed by the idea of us? It was like this time apart only made him realize how wrong he treated me. Did he maybe realize his true feelings for— I shook away the thought before it completed itself. No, it shouldn't have mattered. Victor could apologize to me as many times as he wanted, but it wouldn't make up for what he put me through. And even tho
Emelia's POVI should've known better.Known better than to think that even grandpa's word would've been enough to dissuade Victor from being here. Known better than to think I would've had any kind of relief from his presence.Luckily, our sail to the resort we were staying at was only about an hour away. Plus, we were both busy mingling with the other CEOs and meeting those with the DeMarco Business Association. For the most part, the cruise ride was simply our onboarding time.Sixty minutes of peace was all I was granted because before I even knew it, our ship had docked and everyone was getting their belongings together to move into the resort.I didn't even have time to grab my bags since Victor had slipped away at some point to get them for me. He carried them in his arms like they were nothing, even though it should've at least taken one other person to help."Are you ready? You'll love the resort, Em. It's absolutely beautiful, and I'm not saying that because I'm biased.""You'
Emelia's POVGrandpa Antonio and I sat uninterrupted in my office for quite some time. We spoke of how things unfolded over the last two years.While my time away in Italy seemed to have brightened my days, it seemed that my absence dimmed his…"I don't mean to tell you that to make you feel sorry for me, my dear." He offered a lighthearted chuckle. "I just missed you… Things were different after you left.""I know, I get what you mean…" I sighed. "You and Alexis were the only two people I didn't really want to leave behind… but I had to do what was right for my mental health.""And I understand that wholeheartedly. All a grandfather ever wants for his grandbabies is for them to be happy. Italy offered you that peace that you needed after your nasty divorce… I'm just sorry that it came to that."I shrugged my shoulders. "Sometimes we learn our lessons the hard way. I'm just glad to be home, and that I get to see more of you and Alexis."Grandpa pulled me in for another hug and smiled.