Craving Sabrina

Chapter 1 The Sunshine Santino's P.O.V. The rain continuously pours down on the green field. The weather matches today's event: a funeral. A ceremony to honour the dead men who gave up their lives just to protect my grandfather, the Don of our clan. Our faces remained blank, like this is a normal gathering for us.This is the reason why I prefer business over politics. It's messy. My grandpa, Don Carlito Moschelli, was heavily injured and now recovering inside the Intensive Care Unit. Since my great biological father went missing a few months ago, I, the first grandson of this famiglia, needs to step up my game. One of our soldiers handed me a tiny, folded piece of paper. The one side of my lips automatically moved upwards in a smirk as soon as I read what's written inside. I have a wild guess who ambushed my grandpa, and I was right. I stepped out from the ceremony and headed straight to my car, not minding the harsh rain drops that are soaking my inner pale long sleeves shirt.

Chapter 3: Her baby gun. Sabrina's P.O.V. "HINDI ka bulag?" The man before me had an undeniably dangerous charm. His onyx-colored eyes held something devilish, and I instinctively stepped back."I can see your… deflated boobs," He answered without thinking twice or without even blinking."Excuse me?!” I immediately crossed my arms across my chest."I said what I said,” he replied, unapologetically."Bakit ang bastos mo?” I snapped."Bakit ka nandito?" he asked coolly, sitting on the sofa with an arrogant sprawl that made me gulp before answering."I want to negotiate." I responded. "I only negotiate with grown up men, not with preschool girls." He said with a mocking grin. Lilihain ko na ba pagmumukha ng taong 'to? He's not old, fat, and bald just like what I expected but he's getting on my nerves. "Look, I'm serious. I want to talk to you about the arranged marriage thing." Sumeryoso naman ang mukha niya, "Have a seat," ‘yong asta ng pagkakaupo niya ay yung parang mga swapang

Chapter 5: The Actor Sabina's P.O.V. 'If he wanted, he would. If he won't, another man will.' I never thought that I would ride a yacht with a man,'yon nga lang hindi ko siya mahal. Pero pwede na, kasi gwapo naman. Mas gwapo sa ex ko. Dahil lagi akong mag-isang sumasakay no'ng kami pa ni Marlon. I always ask him to do this, that, and those with me, but I always settle for something that he wants us to do together. Am I too much? Mali ba ako? Masyado ba akong demanding? Pinanood namin ang malalim at malinis na karagatan habang umaandar ang yate na aming sinasakyan. Napapikit ako dahil sa masarap na simoy ng hanging. Nakakaantok. Naramdaman ko ang presensya ni Santino sa harap ko kaya napamulat agad ako. "Water?" Alok niya ng isang basong tubig na may halong ice cubes. "May lason ba 'yan?" Paniniguro ko. Walang sabi-sabing ininom niya ang tubig at naghintay ng ilang sigundo. "Bumula ba bibig ko?" Sarkastimong tugon niya, "You have to drink water. Nakakarami ka na ng alak." "Ayo

Chapter 7: Under the bedstead Sabrina's P.O.V. NAGISING akong masakit ang aking ulo hanggang talampakan. Hindi ako makagalaw ng maayos lalo na't may mga brasong nakadagan sa akin. Dahan-dahan akong lumingon at mukha ng isang criminal ang nasilayan ko… isang gwapong criminal. Pumikit pa ako ng ilang ulit to process everything. I can feel his skin warming up my whole body underneath the thick blanket, and I'm not stupid para hindi mahulaan ang mga nangyari kagabi. Ilan ba nainom ko? Kahit naman wala akong maalala, malinaw sa akin na I had a one night stand with someone. Literal na gumapang ako pababa ng kama at hinanap lahat ng saplot ko sa katawan. Hindi ko na nilingon si Santino at agad akong lumabas ng bahay. It's located near a calm lakeside. Agad akong pumara ng taxi at dumeretso sa pinakamapit na Airport. Paano ako napunta sa Italy ng ganon kabilis? Kinuha ko ang aking cellphone na eighteen percent na lang pala ang laman. Napatigil ako nang makita ko aking wallpaper. My wallp

Chapter 9: Not An Italian Girl Sabrina's P.O.V. It's been two weeks since I started playing the violin for Santino until he falls into a deep sleep. Lahat naman ng violin piece na he requested so far were all familiar. Katulad na lang ngayon na tinutugtog ko ang isa sa mga sikat na classical piece ni Ludwig Van Beethoven, entitled 'Ode to Joy' and playing this one makes me feel young again. I first played it in front of my relatives when I was around twelve years old. The notes are simple yet powerful, the rhythm is straight forward, I only have to focus on pressing the right quarter and half notes. As soon as the final swipe of my bow against the strings had ended, I gently opened my eyes, and the sight of Santino's dark, lazy but irresistible figure blocked my vision. Komportable siyang nakaupo sa sofa na nasa harap ko habang nakatitig lamang siya sa akin. My goal every night after my work is to make this hell of a grown-up man sleep like a baby in a crib. Pero hindi tulad ng