Lydia"Was it good?" Veronica asked me and I wondered what to say."Yeah. I think. Maybe?" I replied awkwardly watching her give me a rather weird look."You've never had sex before, have you?" She chuckled and I rolled my eyes.When I told her about my thrilling sex escapade with Jamie yesterday the last thing I expected was for her to act like this. And by this, I mean shipping me with Jamie.I wasn't ready. I don't think I would ever be but what happened between me and Jamie was something that I didn't regret. "I have. Twice. Thrice maybe", I lied. Who am I kidding, the only time I had sex was with Cornelius and yes, it was my first time.The memory of his body on top of mine as he gently pushed inside me would forever be engraved in my mind as well as in my heart. It was the memorable night of my life and at the same time my worst. I should have hated Connor. I shouldn't have been thinking about him and now? Look at me, I was pathetic gushing over him."Why do I seriously doubt th
JAMIE KING"I want you back in Milan as soon as possible""What about her?""She's harmless. Connor is on the right track, business is good and the last thing I want is you wasting your time on her""Couldn't she be a potential threat in the future? Think about it""She has nothing on us. She's not a loose end""Still, I think it's better if I keep a close eye on her, don't you think?""What's really going on? Since when did you start questioning my orders. It's about this girl, no? You fell for the rigazza americano, didn't you? Fucking stupid, Joaquin! I want her gone, you are right. She is a threat, to you, to the business and to me.Either you do it or I'll do it myself and you know how that will turn out right? Two days, Joaquin. Two""Papa? Dad--fuck!" I groaned throwing the damn phone on the ground.I was fucked. Lydia was fucked. I had just ruined her life and I felt shitty. Lydia was a good woman, kind, funny, and one who didn't deserve to be involved in this mess. How would
LYDIAI couldn't breathe as reality crashed my head like a ten story drop.The bulky man's grip tight around my neck, I braced myself for death."Mafioso knew you wouldn't kill her. He knew the body was a fake Gioacchino! You betray us? You betray your father for her?"My ears peaked at the mention of Mafioso and my past came crushing in like a tsunami wiping the little gripples of reality holding me from diving into insanity.Gioacchino? He was Jamie. Jamie King not…not…Gioacchino!My next door neighbor who I was prepared to be in a relationship with. The only constant in my life that made sense."Rocco put the gun down. S-she's innocent", Jamie, Gioacchino or whatever name he went by begged and my eyes stared at him unbelievably and the Glock he was pointing in our direction."No brother. She's ruining us", the man with a vise grip said in a low tone, the gun's nozzle digging into my skull like hot iron.I could taste death. I could already feel my heart thumping so loud with an ach
CORNELIUS"On the bed, legs apart", I grunted taking a sip of my scotch.Naked, legs apart, she looked back her eyes meeting mine with desire written over them.I'd fuck her, sure but looking at the woman on my bed was pitiful.How long would I continue doing this shit? A month? Years? I mean sex was fucking sex but it couldn't compare to Lydia Ha—No, I was not going there. She was the past. She was fucking some limp dick in Santa Monica which was saying she didn't give two shits about me."Come on Connor. You can't leave me here like this"Wanda. Amanda. Amelia. Whatever her name was purred like a constipating tiger and I groaned a loud fuck myself for the shit unfolding infront of me.My glass half empty, I placed the darn thing on the counter and I would have taken the brunette on my bed bareback had it not been for the incessant ringing of my cell.Whipping out the phone from my pants, the called ID reading Carlos Santana, my heart skipped a fuckin beat.He wouldn't called if it
LYDIAMy body was sore like the Hulk had smashed me through the ground like he did with Loki.Memories flogged my brain all at once and I hissed at the pain.Jamie tying me up against a chair in some horrid cabin up north, the car chase, Jamie getting angry, my soul leaving my body the minute we crashed. Then…Oh God, then his eyes. So full of concern and worry and everything blacked out from there.Maybe I was delusional and maybe it was dark but I could have sworn it was him. Connor.Running my hands in my hair, I sat up pulling the comforter towards my chest.I assessed the room, the bright amount of pink torturing my eyes as well as the sun rays that scattered across the room in spears.A sharp pain coming from my leg, I pushed the grey comforter eyeing the white cloth wrapped around it.The accident. We had an accident. Jamie passed out and I was here but where was here?Turning my gaze to the door then go the window the silhouette of a man gazing outside nearly startled me to de
CORNELIUS"Italy is the most obvious place", Chance spoke over the phone and I scrubbed a hand over my face.We'd been going over this for an hour now. Italy was the most obvious place but it was at the same time the last place Joaquin would think to look for her.Shit, to look for us.Joaquin had gotten to her because I wasn't there when it happened but now? I was ready for him and I was hellbent on protecting her with my life.I hung up.My eyes glanced at the estate like a horrible enigma that stuck to my heart like a blunt dagger. Of all the places I planned on hiding at, this was the last place I thought I'd end up.Venice. Italy. Where my dead old dad had built a poetic mansion for my mother. The irony being she'd left all this and him.Parking the car infront of the mansion, I took huge gulps of air wondering if this really was the best route to take.I could confront Mafioso head on but God knew too many bloody bodies would be caught in our scuffle and I wouldn't achieve anyth
LYDIAThis was regaining power. Or at least that’s what I thought.I was done being nice, I was done being a hopeful sucker. A sucker for the dangerous men in my life only to end up sucker punched in the gut.So, with every fiber of my being, my nose augmented high, I stared at his heavy-lidded eyes and told him the one thing I wanted him to believe.“I love him”, I said succinctly tearing the intimate moment to anything but.True he’d changed and I had felt scared at his demeanor, at his words but I had also changed and life had taught me being the desperate woman who clung to men because she feared she’d never experience real love was downright foolish.I could love myself better than they did.And I most importantly would defend myself from the pain that crippled me every time I realized love wasn’t what I thought it was.It wasn’t all rainbows and unicorns. The guy never got the girl and the girl was always the fool believing in fairytales.Connor’s eyes turned a stormy grey and h
CORNELIUSThriving in the asshole department was what I did these days.I was beyond mad. Mad at myself. At her. At my fucking life. When I sent her away to Santa Monica, I did so because I loved her, because I was protecting her from me, from Mafioso, from this sort of life but remembering her face back then.Remembering my actions, forcing myself on her, forcing her to accept me, that right there clawed my insides like Lucifer’s hell hounds nipping at my soul.The nastro azzuro swirling in my tongue did nothing to numb my thoughts or the gut-wrenching feeling weighing me down like bricks.I preferred a bottle of Sam Adams any day to whatever shit I was drinking at the moment. The bartender, a pale gringo who’d eyed me cautiously since my ass settled on the damn stool looked a tad bit apprehensive when I asked for another bottle.Was I drinking way too much for one night? Maybe, but I’d prefer knocking myself cold with hard liquor than going back to the mansion. An hour drive back an