[LIZZY]“This is awkward,” Laura mumbles under her breath, but maybe not so quietly to herself because I end up hearing every single word of it.“You don’t say,” I shrug, and I watch as the corner of her mouth twitches.She looks away and sighs, as if what we’re doing seems to be physically affecting her. I can’t really blame her, can I? When Xavier and Hazel showed up this morning, wanting Joey and me to come with them so they could see off this woman who pretended to have our best interests for five long years, I didn’t have many noble thoughts about it. Definitely not kind enough to think she deserved a heartfelt goodbye.But that would be the mean and hurtful side of me talking. Because if it weren’t for her, Joey would still be wandering around, scratching his head and trying to figure out how Vector suddenly turned out to be his father—the man he couldn’t share me with at all, the man he wanted to punish for making me cry alone.“I didn’t mean any of the things I said to you, if
[VECTOR] I never thought this day would ever come. Not before I met Lizzy Jones. It’s all been a whirlwind, my life, that is. From the day I was born to the day I lost everything, I lived a greater part of my life in absolute fear. Fear of not being trusted, fear of not being enough, fear of not being there for my sister when she went through the same painful incidents before she even understood the word pain. Lizzy says that what happened in the past was hardly my fault. That the fact I couldn’t protect my family was not my burden to bear. After all, wasn’t I a child myself? How would I have known what Sofia had planned for that night? What possibly could I have done to stop her and her freak boyfriend? The answer: Nothing. I couldn’t have done anything. Literally. But then why do I feel responsible? Is it just survivor’s guilt? Or is this a way for my brain to tell me that I was equally accountable for not being prepared for what I knew might happen if Sofia wasn’t stopped?
NOTE: Entrapped By The Devil is Book 2 in "THE PERAZZO" series. It can be read as standalone but will have spoilers from Book 1 (KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA).* * *[25 YEARS AGO]...“Spare us, please! We didn’t do anything. Quel ragazzo mente! Mente tra i denti. We didn’t do anything. Let us go, please, sir, andiamo a casa!”[That boy lies! He lies through his teeth. Let us go!]The woman sobbed while the bunch of men standing across the room with her lover bleeding profusely on their feet stared blankly at her. Patiently waiting to hear what they all were gathered there for, and not just another string of lies that she couldn’t stop spouting.A little boy of about 10 years old was forced to see the poignant moment unfolding in front of him, trembling in his little worn-out sneakers and swallowing hard every time his little eyes were drawn to the bleeding man waiting to be helped. Unfortunately, no one in the room appeared to be in a hurry.Sofia, you're wasting our time!" The man on t
*PRESENT*[LIZZY]“Lizzy, my tummy hurts…am I pregnant?”With my jaw literally dropped on the floor, I watched and wondered with great horror if those words came out of his mouth were real or my fucking imagination.I can’t believe he said that just now. That, too, while stuffing a mouthful of ice cream into his face.“Joey!” I chided gently, watching as he ignored me and continued to devour the ice cream from the cup while rubbing his small tummy. “Why would you say something like that?” God, I was screwed if Laura was here to hear it. Thank goodness she wasn’t home yet.“Our math teacher, Ms Watson, is taking a leave. She told us during class that she won’t be coming for the next three months and that we should behave well when the new teacher arrives.”“Okay? But that didn’t answer my question,” I pointed out.“That’s because I wasn’t done,” he frowned, licking at the spoon before neatly placing the cup back on the table.“Sorry about that. Please continue.”“OK. So, when she left,
[LIZZY]If it weren’t for the loud banging at my door, I could’ve slept past noon.But of course, my happiness wasn’t a delicious piece of cake everyone could digest.Hissing at the annoying sound of a fist against my poor wooden door, I forced myself to sit up, only to realize I slept off on the couch itself.Great. Just what I needed. Note the sarcasm.With another unwilling groan, I pushed myself off the couch and winced. My feet were soaked with some kind of liquid.I cringed.Please don’t tell me I peed in my sleep. I wasn’t even that drunk. Was I?But I had to make sure what it was, right? There was no way out of it.God. This was so embarrassing, even when no one was watching.A sigh of relief escaped, however, after I finally dared to cut down my gaze. It was just water. I might have knocked the glass over during sleep.Some more noisy thudding."Who set their fucking panties on fire?" Grumbling, I stomped across the living room, trying to see through the blurred vision and fu
[LIZZY]Daniel paced the room while I sat on the couch, my head in my hands. He was on the phone. With my entire existence in a whirlwind, I couldn't force myself to focus on a single word he was saying. It was all too much to handle.My heart was racing so rapidly beneath my chest that I thought it may rip out of my ribs. Leaving me breathless, shattered, and devastated. I knew what was going on inside of me. This was a sensation I was all too familiar with. The man I left behind in Venice was solely responsible for turning me into this frantic blight. Even though he never did anything to hurt me, the fear of abandoning him sowed a seed of fear in my bones that I couldn't escape.A part of me was trying to convince myself that six years was a long time to be obsessed with someone. even when there was no commitment involved. He never made us truly exclusive. He never even acknowledged me as his girlfriend. So why should I be concerned about what he would do if he found where I was hid
[UNKNOWN]The chilly breeze of the starless night whispers into my ear, evoking the small hairs on my arm.It’s dark. It’s quiet. It’s perfect.I take a deep breath as I stand in front of the decent white picket house on Nightingale Street. And like every single time in the past, nothing about the situation makes me feel any better.It’s wrong. I know that.It goes against everything I've ever believed in. I know that, too.But if I don't do it today, I might never have the chance again. If I back down now, all of the years I've spent planning for this day would be for nothing.It's not the time to get cold feet. There is no turning back now.With that in mind, I return to the black beat-up automobile parked on the side of the road under the shadow of a tree, a perfect blind spot from all the cameras installed in the neighbourhood. But even if the cops catch the car, it will never lead them back to me. The number on the number plate does not exist, nor does the person who is about to
[TREVOR]You're terrified of Cyrus," Layla says with a click of her tongue, as if that's the only explanation she can think of why I'm not interested in fucking her brains out on the hood of my beat-up Ford.But little does she know, that’s hardly the truth.I’m not afraid of Cyrus Hodge—her ever-loving, forever jackass brother. It's just that I don't see why I should screw up a friendship with a man like him, simply because his twenty-three old sister is super-hot and I can't keep my dick in my pants. Cyrus has been far too protective of Layla since the day she returned from college. We already have our fair share of problems; adding to them doesn't sound like something I'd intentionally make an effort to do.Despite my reputation in The Crows, I usually don't give in to my impulses, or at least I try not to, no matter how badly my hands want to grab this woman by the hair and bend her over.I mean, I would love to fuck this chick, let’s be honest. She looks hot in those tiny denim s