CRAVING HIM IN MY DREAM
Leona POVI wake gasping, heart slamming against my ribs like a caged bird. Sweat slicks the back of my neck. I taste something sweet and wet—my own breath shaking.My sheets are tangled around me, my body still humming from the dream, his name echoing in my head. A memory of his touch from the dream I had still lingered, vivid and raw.I had a dream of Marco claiming me, his lips were on mine in a kiss that was desperate and deep. It was raw filled with hunger, as I was going breathless. His hands roamed around my body as he pulled me closer to him, as if he would tremble if he didn’t.Then I realized i was in a place that was almost like the red room he took me to before, his hands pinning me as I faced the wall. His lips were trailing down my neck, his hands sliding up my waist.Before I could register what, he was doing his big dick was shoved deep into me, hitting me in one spot. His grip on my throat was tightening as heMY FATHER'S HATREDMarco POVI still felt my palm sweaty as I held on the steering weel in one spot of the parking lot. Drawn out of impatience, I finally pushed my car door open, slamming it hard as I stalked across the street towards the club. The air smelled like smoke and perfume, sweet but sour, and it twisted my stomach. I shoved my hands in my pockets to hide the way they shook, but my jaw was clenched so tight I could hear my own teeth grind.Two men stood at the entrance. Black suits, big shoulders, blank eyes. I knew their type—they weren’t just guards, they were walls, trained to see a man like me coming and break him down without blinking.One of them stepped forward before I could even open my mouth. “Your Club ID, please.”I froze for a second, fury punching through me in a wave so strong I nearly staggered. Then I laughed, sharp and bitter, because what else could I do? “Not tonight? You don’t even know who the fuck I am.”The man didn’t blink. “We know exactly who you
SCARLETT'S MAKING OUT IN THE CLUBMarco POVThe nights had been getting longer since she left. I couldn’t sit still, couldn’t breathe inside the silence of the house. Every room reminded me of her, even the empty hallway, even the chair she never liked to sit in. It was like the whole place mocked me with her absence.I tried drinking. Glass after glass, bottles uncapped and left lying on the counter. I poured whiskey but half the time I didn’t even touch it. I just stood there staring at the liquid, thinking maybe it would swallow me if I looked long enough. Nothing worked. Nothing dulled the sharp edge she had carved inside me.The anger came in waves. Restless pacing, slamming doors, smashing glass, then quiet again, hollow like I was already dead.That was when I heard it. A man in the bar, one of those who always hung around for easy coins, leaned close and whispered. He said Don Valerio had been seen with a new girl. A dancer. Someone young, someone hidden away like treasure. Hi
BECOMING SCARLETTLeona POVI got a worried stare immediately I got back to cassie’s grandma’s apartment. It was cassie. Her voice was soft, laced with worry, the way it always was when she thought I was breaking apart again.“Leo? Where’d you go throughout the night? I waited up and you didn’t come back,” she stood up to hold my hands.I bit my lip hard enough to taste iron. “I just… I needed air. I walked. Cleared my head. You don’t have to worry.”“Cleared your head where? You told me you were only gong for a walk.”“Yes I went for a walk by the river. Just walking, thinking about exams. I’m in my final year, Cass. I can’t fail now.”Then we sat down facing each other on the leather couch, almost accusing, before she sighed. “You don’t have to lie to me. You know that, right?”I swallowed hard. The lie lodged like a stone in my throat but I forced it out. “I’m not lying. Promise.”She wanted to believe me—I could hear it in the quiet
ACCEPTING VALERIO'S OFFER Leona POVI don’t even know what finally broke me. Maybe it was the way my pillow stayed wet every morning from tears I swore I hadn’t cried. Or maybe it was just the text still burned in my mind like a hot brand— “I hear you’re hurting. Come talk. – Valerio.”I told myself a hundred times I wouldn’t answer it. That I wasn’t that weak. That I could keep my distance. But the thing about silence is it eats at you, it carves you hollow until even poison feels like water.So I did what I swore I wouldn’t. I decided to go funny enough he already sent me the address . I told Cassie I was going for a walk, and she didn’t press me, just gave me that sideways look like she knew I was lying but also knew better than to cage me with questions. “Don’t stay out too long,” she said, like I was some kid sneaking out past curfew.The truth was, I wasn’t sure if I’d come back at all.The drive into the city blurred past the windows, gray and ugly, the sky pressing heavy on
VALERIO'S GREED Marco POVI placed my body on one edge of her bed, my legs was dangling on midair, as I clenched my fists pressing it so hard against my knee that I felt the bones grinding. The sheets were still filled with her faint perfume, but it was already fading and I hated it.I lost count on how long I rested my body on the bed. Not I knew how long in the first place. My phone made a buzz sound on the tablestand. I didn’t want to look, didn’t want more messages that weren’t her, but I did anyway.A name I didn’t expect.Valerio.Just three words. “She’s safe with me.”My stomach dropped and burned all at once. My heart slammed so loud I thought it might crack my ribs. Safe? He thought he had the right to say that? He had been circling her, I knew it, like a vulture waiting for a body to go cold, and now he was telling me she was with him? No. No, he wasn’t going to touch her, not even with his shadow.I soon began to imagine things flowing around my head, blurring my vision,
Valerio’s Offer (2)Leona’s POVI don’t even know if I slept. Maybe I did, maybe I just lay there all night staring at the ceiling until the gray light came creeping through the curtains. My eyes feel swollen, my head stuffed with cotton, like I’ve been crying in my sleep even if I don’t remember it. Cassie’s already gone from the room when I finally roll over to reach for my phone.It’s buzzing on the nightstand. For a second I thought it’s Marco—my stupid heart jumps before my mind can stop it. I grab it, fingers shaking.But it’s not him.The screen burns my eyes. A new message. Just one line, cold and sharp like a knife pressed under the ribs.“I hear you’re hurting. Come talk. – Valerio”My breath stalls in my throat. My hand almost drops the phone. For a moment I Couldn’t move, can’t blink, can’t even swallow. It’s like the words reached out through the glass and touched me, gripped me by the throat.Don Valerio.I don’t know how