As the taxi comes to a standstill outside the La Farfalla restaurant owned by the one and only Don Valentino, I shove a fifty-dollar bill in the driver’s face and the second he takes it, I exit the taxi. Slamming the door behind me.
I’ve been out of the hospital for three days now, and those three days have been nothing but torture.
My father refused to leave my side, and it took a lot of persuasion on my behalf to convince him to go back to work.
I love my father.
I love him more than I love chocolate cake, but occasionally, he can be overbearing, forgetting that I am an adult, and I am capable of making my own decisions even if they are dangerous and land me back in the cruel hands of Don Valentino.
But my father did tell me to do whatever it takes to get Savannah out of the villa.
So technically, I’m just doing what my father is asking of me.
As I saunter toward the entrance of the lavish restaurant, my eyes catch the sight of two burly men in impeccable suits, standing guard at the door.
Without a moment's hesitation, I approach them as my heart pounds with anticipation.
I reach for the door handle, and the two men step out, their eyes fixed on me with an air of authority as they lower the shades that were concealing their eyes. It was then that I knew—I had just crossed paths with Don Valentinos' henchmen, and they weren’t going to allow me access.
Clad in sleek black suits, they formed an impenetrable barrier, barring my entry.
I tilt my head to the side and narrow my eyes as they flicker between both men. “I’m here to see Don Valentino. I was under the impression that he was eagerly awaiting my visit after I recovered from the little shit show he forced me to endure. You can let him know that Ivy Bishop is here in the flesh to see him.” Venom laces my words.
“Don Valentino will come to you when he is ready to see and speak to you. Not the other way around.” The man on the right speaks in a nonchalant tone as he slides his shades back up the bridge of his nose, rudely dismissing me.
“Where’s Riccardo? If I can’t get an appointment with your boss, then I will settle for seeing the dipshit, Riccardo. After all, I’d like to thank him for the lovely flowers and the sweet balloon he delivered to my hospital room.”
“Gesu, ha una bocca su di lei,” the man on the left utters as he removes his shades from his face and places them in the breast pocket of his suit while rolling his shoulders back.
“English. I don’t speak Italian, and I’m only going to assume that you are secretly flirting with each other. Which is cool with me, I mean, I have nothing against gays. But I am curious to know… who does the bending between the pair of you?” I nervously ramble, trying to keep a straight face when both men turn to look at one another with disgusted expressions staining their features.
A furious growl disperses through the air, “I said, Jesus, she has a mouth on her.”
“Oh, right,” I wave my hand with a roll of my eyes. “Just so you know, my mouth is capable of plenty of damage and my words aren’t my only weapon. Though… they are powerful, but…” my voice fades as I nibble on my lower lip, giving them something to think about.
And it’s as if gravity has taken control of their eyes because both of their gazes drift downward, lingering over my lips. One side of my mouth curls upward as my tongue darts out of my mouth and seductively sweeps over the bow on my upper lip.
“Per favore, stop talking about your lips,” The man on the right pleads as he adjusts the tent growing in his pants.
“Stop staring at them,” I snap with a sigh, realising I'm just wasting my precious time on these two goons.
Just as I’m about to turn around and go back home with the plan to show up at the villa later, the entry door to the restaurant opens and Riccardo pops his head out.
“Riccardo!” I shout his name, faking an Italian accent. “You lied to me, you said Alessandro was eagerly awaiting my visit, yet he is denying me entry into the restaurant to see him. I’m seriously confused here.” I speak to him in a dramatic tone.
Riccardo sighs loudly, pulling the door wide open. “He’s had a change of heart,” he motions for me to enter the restaurant, and both Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb step to the side to allow me through.
Swallowing thickly, I flick my hair to the side and run my hands down the front of my jeans. My heart begins to beat fast, sending a slight tremor through my body.
This is what I wanted.
I wanted to face Don Valentino and give him a good piece of my mind.
But why am I struggling to put one foot in front of the other to allow myself to be led to the devil once again?
“TikTok, principessa. Don Valentino won’t wait for you forever.”
As I trail behind Riccardo, my eyes greedily absorb every opulent detail of the restaurant's grand entrance. The tantalizing scents of gourmet cuisine fill my nostrils, making my stomach rumble with hunger. I pivot my body gracefully to the side, observing the flurry of waitresses scurrying out of the kitchen with trays of delectable cuisine in their hands, their expressions revealing a hint of disarray.The walls reverberate with the sound of light chatter, punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter. The eatery is teeming with patrons, each exuding an air of affluence that leaves me pondering whether the establishment genuinely thrives, or if it serves as a front for illicit financial transactions.Heart racing, I follow Riccardo's lead as we make our way through the swinging door and down a dimly lit hallway. My mind races with questions as we come to a stop in front of a door at the end of the corridor.Is Don Valentino behind this door?My gut tells me it's something siniste
ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO.What the…Slowly, I turn my head to face the she-devil, who dons the face of an Angel. Shock is evident on her face as it is on mine, causing my eyes to cloud over with little flames of wrath that flicker brightly, reflecting in her hazel eyes staring back at me. And it's almost blinding. I brush my knuckles across my cheek where it stings, my gaze boring into hers as she continues to peer up at me with eyes that betray her. I know she is trying to put up a front, trying to deceive me that she isn’t body-crippling terrified of me. And she should be. She has every right to fear me.This beautiful creature that is a spitting image of her sister has no idea that I have killed a man for doing so much less.Cazzo! My inner God howls, thumping his chest with his hands curled tightly.I growl in a low, fierce snarl. It rips through the atmosphere as I throw the money on the ground at her feet, and it disperses across the carpet. Ivy cautiously takes a step
The sun is starting to set. I only know this because the cellar has slowly gotten darker, and colder, and the foot traffic upstairs in the restaurant has died down.As I wrap my arms around my legs, laying my head on top of my knee caps. I close my eyes. At least this time, I'm not restrained by chains or silenced by rags. But I am placed in a small corner of the room, behind bars.I’m curious to know how long I’ll be forced to stay here. I doubt it will be long, Don Valentino wouldn’t risk the public learning about my capture as my screams for help surface from the floorboards.Pretty soon, people will begin to wonder if I am on a suicide mission or if I have some sick fetish for being captured by the cruellest man, I know to walk the face of the planet.This isn’t some scene from a novel where I hate to love my enemy takes over.I'll be a stain in Don Valentinos’ chaotic life. Smearing my existence across his soul and crushing his dignity, just as Rose did. I'm a lioness.A strong
They say your life flashes before your eyes right before you die. But I see nothing.Just a blank canvas that is yet to be sketched. A void. Ripples of regrets. Endless threads of ‘what ifs’.“Are you going to kill me?” I ask him as the gun continues to travel down my body.The sharp breeze coming from the top of the staircase stabs at my flesh as my breathing becomes laboured. Should I scream?Yell for help?“It won't do you any good.” He mutters, pressing the gun harder against my trembling skin as he glides it between my legs, eliciting a traitorous moan to escape between my lips. “No one will hear you.” His jaw ticks while he speaks as if he can read my racing mind. His eyes are cold, hard, and uninviting. If I look close enough, I can see the outlines of the devil dancing in a firestorm in his icy blue irises.“What are you waiting for?” I ask with a shaky breath. My eyes well up and, as expected, he continues to glare at me. “You'll have Savannah all to yourself. Isn't tha
I stifle a yawn, brushing a hand over my weary face as I stretch my aching limbs. Slowly rising to an upright position, the sound of chains rubbing together fills the small, elegant room. Clink, Clink, Clink… I shake my hand that is cuffed to the bedpost above my head. Turning my body in an awkward position, I knock harshly on the wall three times with my free hand. I pause. And then I knock another three times, but quicker and louder this time around. The door to the room flies open seconds later. And the early morning sun strikes me like a beam of light as it shines through the large window on the opposite side of my room—instantly blinding me. Riccardo had me brought to this room yesterday after I spent the entire night and all yesterday in the abandoned wine cellar. I believe Don Valentino uses the cellar for his enemies. Specifically, when his business deals turn gnarly. After I had called him an arse hole, Don Valentino crushed his lips against mine, stealing my breath
“Why not? She deserves to know that her mother isn't coming back any time soon to tuck her in at night.” I do my best to keep my voice down, so Savannah can’t hear me. “Don’t you think she deserves to grieve?” My voice cracks as my own memories of my mother dying at a young age hit me. I look over my shoulder and my eyes clash with Savannahs’. They are filled with sadness. Defeat and confusion. Her eyes are a direct line to her emotions, showcasing that she is struggling to conceal them at such a tender age.Her eyes should be filled with Joy. Curiosity, and pure happiness. My heartaches and for the life of me, I can’t fathom why Don Valentino hasn't sat Savannah down and explained everything to her in a way that she will understand.One of the worst feelings is waiting for someone who will never show up. You don't know what to expect, and it creates a hole in your soul for your anxiety to manifest. He casually takes another puff of his cigarette, removing his shades, and he nods
My eyes snap open.Dread seeps from my pores.Clawing at my neck, I struggle to fill my lungs with air. I sit up and ultimately realise that I'm no longer in the same room. I'm in another room that's been dimmed of its natural light as the large maroon curtains have been pulled shut. I concentrate on trying to elevate my breathing. In through the nose and out through the mouth.What kind of screwed-up dream was that? I think to myself, feeling like I’m going to be sick.I brush my hand over my sweat-coated face and groan. My body aches. My muscles are screaming in agony as if I've just completed a marathon. Which, is ironic. Because I've never run a day in my life. Well, not by choice anyway.I persist in the act of blinking. I flutter my lashes in a butterfly effect, basking in the first rays of daylight. Through the slender opening of the lavish drapes, a beam of radiant light filters in, casting a luminous white glow upon the foot of the expansive bed where I presently occupy.
***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