LOGINDamian
"Orsetto!" mum said walking to me "welcome tesoro mio, come, la nonna ti stava aspettando" she said Ignoring Amaya's presence. Mum knew about the reason for our marriage but I didn't expect her to be so cold, mum was feared in the elite society but she was bubbly at home, she was kind but stern to the outsiders. "you look stressed, when did you get back?" mum asked "Today" I answered without looking at her, I noticed Amaya follow behind quietly, she looked tired and stressed, why did she look like this when all she does is spend money and sit at home, I don't care anyways whatever is wrong with her she probably deserves it. She was probably still drowsy from falling asleep earlier, I stopped for a brief moment and felt a soft thud. She bumped into me and was about to fall back, grabbing her hands and stabilizing her, taking a glance at her face which now showed shock, she had tired eyes, her lips in a pout, still in shock looking straight down not even glancing up at me, she pulled her hand back away from my hold "thanks" she said very briefly and quietly retracting back to her thoughts, what was she thinking about, why was she so quiet? she looked sad, no she's definitely plotting, I hope she doesn't think she can pull any tricks here. AMAYA A woman who I figured was his mum came to welcome us or rather him. She seemed cold but honestly, I didn’t expect much from his family. She said something in Italian that seemed to translate to ‘’Grandma has been waiting’’ referring to him with what I figured were a couple of pet names, yes I had Italian heritage but we barely ever went back to Italy or learnt the language but I understand a bit because of the not so often Vacation to Italy. My head was spinning I didn’t and I was tired but here I was in a place where I was not wanted but still forced to be, lost in my train of thoughts, I didn’t notice Damian stop and bumped into him, my weak body falling straight back, accepting and getting ready for the fall I feel a hand grab me and stabilize me, immediately realizing whose hands it is I draw back ‘’thanks’’ I say mustering the strength in me. I felt dizzy and hungry but we kept walking and now they were stairs, could this get any worse. In my state I hadn’t noticed how luxurious Damian’s house was, it was akin to a palace, servants lined up at every corridor. Finally, we got to a dining area. An elderly lady sat at the far end, she looked bubbly. " TESORO MIO!’’ she exclaimed almost screaming, her face lit up with so much joy, I don’t get it, how could someone be so happy to see Damian. ‘’NUORA!’’ she gasped now turning to me, looking at me with so much admiration ‘’oh, Mio Tesoro she’s so pretty’’ she said in a heavy Italian accent. ‘’Vieni a sederti accanto a me, amore mio’’ she said now looking at me, my brain was already clouded and now I had to figure out what she was saying to me, it felt like she was waiting for me to react or answer because she looked at me expectantly but what did she want. ‘’she said to sit next to her’’ Damian finally spoke, his voice was so low and deep it sent shivers down my spine, maybe it was how fuzzy my brain was. I walked slowly towards the elderly lady who I now figured was somehow the matriarch of this family, slowly walking as to steady myself and carefully pulling out the chair next to her to sit. ‘’You not speak Italian dear’’ she said now figuring her English wasn’t so strong ‘’I only understand a bit’’ I replied ‘’oh dear don’t worry, me teach you Italiano, just stay with grandma okay’’ she said with a big smile ‘’Grandma’’ I said as more of a whisper but it seems her old ears were sharp ‘’yes dear, grandma’’ DAMIAN Did she really not understand Italian, wasn’t she Italian, Grandma already visibly liked her. Getting seated, business and political discussions took over, glancing over at Amaya, I noticed she wasn’t eating anything, she just sat quietly almost like she was lost in thought, she looked worse than before. Was she protesting? If this is what this was then she’s wasting her time, I don’t care anyways, she could starve for all I car ‘’Nuora dear Mangia’’ Grandma said Even grandma noticed she wasn’t eating, this was definitely all part of her plan. ‘’No, grandma it’s fine I’m not hungry’’ she said in a weak voice ‘’Eat please, you sound weak, Mio Tesoro tell her’’ grandma said now sounding worried Now she was getting on my nerves, stressing grandma was the one thing I wouldn’t tolerate. ‘’Amaya eat’’ I said glaring at her Without raising her head she ate without saying even a word, she only turned to give grandma a smile. She still looked really weak and it felt like she was getting worse every second but now she was eating. After about thirty minutes of back and forth discussions in Italian, we finally set out and said bye, Mum and Dad keeping a visible distance from Amaya, Grandma made me promise to bring her back, which I agreed to. Amaya hugged grandma and we set out to go back. She was quiet through the drive back.She didn’t sleep this time, she hung her head low and shut her eyes periodically but still awake. Entering the house "what was that drama in front of grandma?’’ She kept walking like I wasn’t speaking to her, trying to make her way towards the stairs, yanking her back ‘’I’m talking to you’’ I said impatiently Her hands were hot her eyes were tired and her cheeks red, still not looking at me ‘’I’m tired Damian’’ she says Almost immediately she passes out ‘’Amaya’’ I say trying to wake her but she’s too warm and not responding, taking her upstairs, Doris followed suit.The storm broke again that night.Thunder rolled over the hills like a warning, and the rain came harder than before, washing away every trace of what had happened at the airstrip. But no amount of rain could wash away the image from Amaya’s mind—Nancy collapsing, the sound of the gunshot echoing through the air, Damian’s face right after.He hadn’t said a word since they left Florence.Not when Kelly drove them through the countryside. Not when Amaya pressed a bandage against her arm. Not even when she whispered his name softly, trying to pull him back.The silence between them wasn’t anger—it was heavy, unspoken guilt.Kelly pulled into a secluded motel near Siena, its neon sign flickering weakly in the rain. “This is the safest I could find on short notice,” she said, glancing back at them. “No security cameras, no nosy neighbors, no questions.”Damian nodded absently. “Good.”Amaya looked at Kelly. “You’ll stay, right?”Kelly shook her head. “I’ll circle back to make sure the area
The next morning broke with a quiet unease that neither of them could ignore.The rain had stopped sometime during the night, but the air still felt heavy, the sky a pale gray sheet pressing down on the world. Amaya stood by the kitchen window, coffee in hand, watching droplets roll down the glass. Her reflection looked strange—stronger, older somehow. Maybe that was what love and survival did to a person.Behind her, Damian was already dressed, his dark jacket fitted, his movements deliberate. Every motion of his hands—loading the gun, adjusting the strap of his watch—was calm, precise, controlled. Too controlled.“You didn’t sleep,” Amaya said without turning around.He gave a small grunt. “Neither did you.”She turned, offering a half-smile. “Touché.”He finally looked at her, and for a moment, something soft flickered behind his eyes. “You don’t have to come, Amaya.”She sighed, setting down her mug. “We’re not doing that again, Damian. I’m in this. Until the end.”He walked close
The morning after the chaos felt unreal.The sunlight was warm, almost too gentle compared to the night before. For the first time in what felt like forever, Amaya woke up without fear gripping her chest. The safe house was quiet, except for the steady rhythm of her heartbeat and the faint rustle of curtains swaying in the soft breeze.Damian was standing near the window, shirtless, his back to her. His shoulders looked tense, like he was still carrying the weight of everything that had happened. She sat up slowly, watching him, her heart twisting. Even in the light, he looked like a man haunted by shadows.“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked quietly.He didn’t turn around immediately. “Not really,” he said after a pause. “There’s too much on my mind.”She slid out of bed and padded toward him, the wooden floor cool under her bare feet. “You’ve been protecting everyone else,” she said softly. “When’s the last time you let someone protect you?”That made him glance over his shoulder, eyes tire
The night was restless, heavy with an electric tension that pressed against Amaya’s chest. Even the city seemed to hold its breath, the usual hum of traffic muted under the threat of what they knew was coming. Damian had been silent for most of the evening, his mind clearly racing, plotting their next move against Nancy. Amaya watched him from the dim light of the safe house, noting the furrow of his brows, the tight set of his jaw. She wanted to reach out, to tell him that she was with him no matter what—but the storm outside mirrored the storm in her heart.“Damian,” she whispered, stepping closer to him. “Talk to me. What’s going on in that head of yours?”He didn’t look at her immediately, but when he finally did, his dark eyes softened, betraying the intensity of his concern. “Amaya… tonight isn’t just another operation. Nancy has planned something bigger than we imagined. This is the heart of the storm.”Her stomach clenched at his words. “The heart of the storm?” she repeated,
The first rays of dawn spilled through the blinds, casting the safe house in a soft golden glow. Amaya stirred in the bed, the weight of the past few days heavy on her shoulders. Her muscles ached, her mind was clouded, yet beneath it all, a strange sense of satisfaction lingered. They had disrupted Nancy’s operations, survived the confrontation, and grown stronger together—but Amaya knew that the real battle had only just begun.Damian was already awake, moving quietly around the room. He glanced at her occasionally, his dark eyes softened by concern and something else—something deeper, more intimate. There was an unspoken connection between them now, one forged in shared danger and trust.“You’re awake,” he said quietly, approaching the bed. His voice was low, calm, yet edged with that commanding presence that always made her heart skip.“I couldn’t sleep,” Amaya admitted, stretching and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Too many thoughts, too many… secrets.”Damian knelt beside her
The morning sun broke through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow over the safe house. Despite the light, Amaya couldn’t shake the tension from the previous night. Shadows still lingered in her mind—the memory of Nancy’s eyes, the operatives’ aggression, the pulse-pounding adrenaline of the confrontation.She sat at the kitchen counter, sipping tea, trying to calm her racing thoughts. Damian moved around her with quiet efficiency, preparing breakfast, yet his eyes never left her for long. There was a new edge to him, a sharpness born from survival and strategy, but softened by the tenderness he reserved for her.“You’re too quiet this morning,” Damian observed, setting a plate of toast and eggs in front of her.Amaya forced a smile. “Just thinking,” she replied, her voice steady but her mind still replaying every moment from the previous night.Damian sat across from her, studying her. “Thinking is fine,” he said softly, “but overthinking is dangerous. You need to focus on what w







