ROCCOSo you’re here for the gory details of my demise. You’re in for a treat.After Callum left I continued throwing back the vodka, believing after enough of it some of the guilt would go. Instead anger, in its rawest, most primal form, pounced. My mind tortured me with the recent failures of my life. The way I had handled Selene, games and half-truths. The fact I cared for her more than any woman I had ever known yet, she had quite rightly dropped me like trash. Flinging almost the full bottle of vodka down my neck, my thoughts went darker and deeper.Wicknace, the way I had to pay my respects to him, getting someone else to do my dirty work for me. For some reason the image of him banging that red-haired girl on my old desk came into my mind. A banging on the front door broke my thought.I charged up the stairs ready to unleash hell on anyone who dared cross me tonight.“I don't give a shit who you are, just leave!""Rocco, it's Natasha," a husk
SELENEI spent the morning at the hospital with Pen. Unfortunately my mother and Marie tired her out with wittering and fussing so I spent four hours just holding her hand while she slept. The bruises around her face were already turning into a kaleidoscope of painful shades. Purples and yellows sprouted all over her body like she was changing into another species entirely.I stepped out of the hospital into the dusty, arid parking area, hair an untidy mess and wearing an outfit from ten years ago. The red polka dot tea dress I'd plucked from the obscurity of my teenage wardrobe was still not a good look. I rolled my eyes imagining the insults Troy would launch. Probably something about having gone full country-singer after less than a day out of the city.What wiped the smile from my face was seeing a red open-top sports car pull up containing three familiar faces. My heart leapt to see Troy, but what kind of twisted karma brought Rocco here?At least he s
ROCCOI've done my bit.Let me have a bit of peace, I might look my usual handsome self but I am rocking a vodka hangover to make the gods wince.I've also driven through this baking hot wasteland of a county to get our two gay lovebirds over to the hospital. They hated me for interrupting again, but the mating heat had worn off just enough for Jacob to see the sense of appearing.Selene's needing support for her sister, gave Troy his reason, which sealed the deal. I had to wait half an hour in the parking lot while they "dressed" although from the little smirk on Troy's face I think I got lied to. Smug is a whole new look on my usually bashful blonde friend but he is rolling in it today. Bless his joyous little face. I had to tell Troy what happened though. His face dropped and he roughly dragged his hands through his long brown hair when he realised I had given away her secret. "Well…fuck Rocco there isn't any coming back from that.""I know."
***FOUR WEEKS LATER – FULL MOON***SELENEI’m sitting at my dressing table alone. Again. Just the same as last time I got dressed up. This time it's a long bright white evening gown. It clung to me like a glove with a teasingly low-cut, narrow cleavage revealing down the centre. Troy's parting gift. Soft pink lips, no harsh red tonight and my hair in loose waves.No Troy, not since he moved into Jacob's apartment. I didn’t realise how empty my place would feel without him. The fridge is permanently full and I’m having to throw food out that’s expired, I’m mentally still buying for two. Staring at the mirror whilst clasping a long drop platinum necklace, I feel as though I'm a ship trapped within a whirlpool watching my own demise coming straight towards me.Serious, sensible Selene, the one that has seen me through all the struggles before has been on overtime. Wrung out like a manic circus performer I am trying to keep every part of my life going yet faili
JIMMY Oh I'm sorry, were you expecting Rocco? Well you're out of luck aren't you. Sit down and fucking listen listen The me for a change. The greasy dark-haired lothario of the gambling world has been sidelined for once. Don't tell me you're one of his simpering fools too. It's my turn to set some records straight. I'm Jimmy Haskell. Me and my triplet brother Julien haven't been busting our asses climbing the ladder of power all these years for nothing. The Haskell Triplets - we are a huge deal in the Silverlake pack. Renowned, feared and that reputation is heading into the city too. Wicknace, sadistic bastard that he is, isn't getting any younger. The more I fetch him rich foods, beverages and cigars the closer my feet edge towards being the Alpha of Silverlake. It's all a matter of playing the game. There's nothing wrong with rigging the game in your favour if you're clever enough to get away with it though. I still can't believe she is messing
ROCCO It is a raging success here. All the big names and clients have turned up. Only thing to rain on my parade so far are the twelve armoured heavies unsubtly wandering about the place. I'm trying to convince myself it adds a layer of cool to those not in the know. A bit of edge, which let's be honest is hard to come by in tourist-friendly hotel casinos. An hour in, I remembered to check in on Callum. Ringing him the phone was snatched up within the first ring, hardly cool and collected. "Hey man, is everything okay over there?" "Yeah all stocked and ready to open." I dropped my voice to a conspiratorial tone, "and you're okay with everything that's coming?" Meaning the armed mafia that is going to come and rob our safe. Not the fun, sexy side of casino ownership I'd promised him. "Rocco…" "Yes?" "Nothing, smash it tonight, it's going to be brilliant." Bit weird but nerves get us all differently. With that I ended the ca
SELENE I’m pretty sure I’m meant to be dead right now. Or mated to Jimmy Haskell. I’d choose the first option and I almost did have a literal gun to my head just now. I thought I was safe, hanging out with the Godiva crowd. I even started to loosen up. Having a few drinks with Jax and the others we were enjoying the music and the vibe of the place. Jax looked fabulous in her hot pink bodycon, and it was her night to celebrate. The place looked amazing, the royal blue and glass theme was so cool, so modern that I knew everyone would be blown away. I felt proud of Rocco, he had pulled this out of nothing in three months, with Jax’s help. She deserves to celebrate herself into oblivion tonight as this is going to launch Godiva’s reputation skywards. Seeing as I’m quitting and getting the hell out of this city on Monday morning, I feel like a bit of a third wheel. It isn’t my future I’m celebrating. Whether Pen or not comes with me is up to her. Greg had
ROCCO I knew it was coming. It’s been set in motion for weeks, ever since I left that drunken voicemail on Johnny Deco’s phone. Despite it being a selfish, thoughtless impulsive call that I could have reversed at any point here we were. Men and shifters with guns were now loose in the casino. The launch was over, the Jasmine Quartet’s glittering moment in the sun had been brief to say the least. I had managed to smuggle Selene into that hotel and back again before Jimmy could return from bandaging up his arm. His eyes blazed furiously, ice cold across the packed room as he thundered across to Alpha Wicknace. He was having a merry old time, chatting away to some delegates, schmoozing away with the best of them getting merry on aged scotch. The elegance of the evening light helped add to the places appear, the full moon visible from all angles of the casino with its full height glass windows. Wicknaces hand was firmly clamped to Erica’s thigh, ensuring sure sh