***FLASHBACK*** ***Eleven Years Ago*** It was like any other day. A normal day walking home after netball practice. Well, that’s what I had thought as I took a shortcut home through our local playground with my headphones shoved deep into my ears. The sun was starting to descend, and I was in a rush to make it home in time for dinner, Mum was making her famous fish pie. Netball practice had run a little late due to Martha Simon showing up late and pissing coach Kirsty off, which meant we all had to run laps around the court once training was done, and Martha lost her captain title. What should have been a joyful moment when the captain title was passed on to me, wasn’t. Martha was pissed and made it clear as day that she was going to deal with me later. Unbeknownst to me, I had no idea that she meant she was going to get me that day. I didn’t sense them approaching me from behind. It wasn’t until I found myself falling face-first to the ground that I realised I was being a
“Oh, my god, Ivy…” Lowering her gaze to the ground, she whispers, placing a hand over her heart. “I am. I'm so sorry.” Her voice is raw and brimming with unsaid emotion.If I had a dollar for the number of times someone offered me their sympathy, I’d be living in a penthouse in the CBD.“Don’t be, you have nothing to be sorry for. It’s not like you were there.” I pick up the glass of water that remains on the bedside table. “It happened eleven years ago. It’s a distant recollection stuck in the back of my head, infusing itself with the rest of the bad memories I have.” I say as I toss the rest of the water back in one gulp. An awkward silence lingers between us. It’s the kind of silence that I expect every time I open up about my past. It leaves people speechless and occasionally, it’s the only kind of response I need.Because fuck trying to dive deep into my traumatised past, digging through the skeletons hidden in my closet. I knew from the moment that the tip of my sculpture knif
I remain silent as I suddenly feel like I’ve lost all ability to speakMy eyes dart between each set of eyes looking back at me, and I swallow thickly.Out of all the rooms in the villa, why did I have to end up here, in his office?He stands up by the grace of God. Buttoning up his suit jacket and his eyes never leave mine. “Clear the room!” He growls in a dark voice that sends a delicious line of chills down my spine. “As you wish,” I sigh with a gust of relief exiting my body.Quickly turning around, I yank the door open, ready to get the hell out of there. “Not you, farfalla!” He roars, compelling me to stop dead in my tracks.My limbs are being robbed of their strength, and I quickly find myself drowning in an endless sea of comprehension.'Shit!' I curse under my breath, and ever so slowly, I turn back around to face him, moving out of the way so his men can exit the office. The moment his men clear the office, he crosses the room, closing the distance between us like a hurr
ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO: I bask in the cool water as it rains upon us. Ivys’ body temperature has skyrocketed, causing her skin to burn with fever and act out deliriously. “Please, stop… it hurts, it hurts…” She whimpers, clawing at my suit jacket fiercely. 'What the fuck is wrong with me?' I dare to question my own sanity. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't feel compelled to hold her tightly under the cool shower to bring her fever down. She is the enemy. She has come to steal the only piece left of my brother, Savannah. If she were anyone else, she would already be buried six feet under, along with the rest of her bloodline. But she’s also vulnerable, and it strikes the beast within me every time I steal a glance at her. She looks so much like Rose, and it fucking hurts. Fate can be so cruel, and this would have to be her cruellest test for me. Like it wasn't bad enough that she made me sit back and watch my brother, Roman, marry the girl I loved with everythi
*** THREE DAYS LATER*** I step out of the black SUV that pulls up outside the clinic I’ve been asked to visit by Don Valentino. I wait for Riccardo to close the door behind me and lead the way. I am not entirely sure why I have been brought here and forced to see another doctor since Selena has been taking great care of me. I suppose I am fortunate; not many people get the chance to have a second doctor examine them. Following my consultation, I’d like to see my father at the hospital. I was made aware yesterday, that my father collapsed at work, and was whisked away by an ambulance. I was also informed that Don Valentino made it abundantly clear that my father was to be taken care of with the utmost professionalism. It shocked me to my core to learn this as I know my father and Don Valentino have never seen eye-to-eye, and if my father was given the opportunity, he would rob Don Valentno of his life with a giant grin on his face. As we exit the elevator and walk down a small
I look down at our joining hands, running the pad of my thumb across my father's knuckles, wondering how we ended up here.His hands are cold, fragile, and calloused. He has the hands of a man who has carried the weight of the world on his back for too long. The hands of a man who has worked his entire life to feed his family the best that he can.Tears stain my cheeks as I raise our joined hands and press a light kiss on the inside of his palm. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here sooner, Dad.” I whimper, rubbing the side of my cheek against his hand, needing to feel his touch.When I entered my fathers’ room, I didn’t know what to expect. I was hoping that he would be awake, sitting up in his bed and nutting off at the nurses to allow him to return home.Instead, I walked in to see him hooked up to a life support machine in a dimly lit room. I almost collapsed to my knees with grief. My father is the only family I have had by my side since my mothers’ passing.He did his best to raise me
When the SUV comes to a standstill outside the large iron gates, I don't wait for Riccardo to open my door, and I rush straight towards the Villa.My body tingles with annoyance as I sense Don Valentino watching me from behind.As I draw closer to the front entrance, it swings wide open and Savannah comes rushing out the door. She wraps her small arms around my waist, clinging to me and naturally, I tenderly run my fingers through her hair. “You're back,” she smiles as she pulls away from me, and looks up.“Of course, I am. Where else would I go?” I smile, pinching her cheek as her uncle walks up the stairs behind me, staring at us intently as Savannah and I talk. “The room,” she replies as she takes a step back and looks up with sad puppy eyes. “I watched Uncle carry you from the small guest room into his big one when you were sleeping during the storm. He had no shoes or shirt on. Just his pants. He was shouting, really, really loudly, and he sounded really, really mad while he wa
It’s been four days since I kneed Don Valentino in the balls.Four days since I left the villa, leaving Savannah behind.I’m not going to lie and say that these past four days have gone by quickly, when in fact, it feels like I’ve been gone for an entire month.I swipe the unlock icon across the screen of my phone, and a pang of disappointment hits me when I don’t see any notifications.I don't know why I was hoping that Don Valentino would try to contact me. He's most likely relieved that I’m gone, and I'm not hanging around the villa and Savannah like a bad smell.But jeez, a phone call or perhaps a text message wouldn’t have hurt him to give me an update about her well-being.He knows that she is the centre of my world and I'll do anything for her. Raising my hand, I touch my lips with my fingertips as I think about the one man who is bad for my soul.Phantom tingles, linger across the seams of my lips, and a soft smile touches the corner of my eyes. I haven't been able to get t