I limped out of the living room, not knowing where I was going to go and hiding before I broke down into pieces."To the stairs." A woman's voice came from behind me, and I glanced over my left shoulder to see that it was Cilvia."Go up the stairs." She said again, nodding towards the stairs.I turned towards the stairs and limped forward, hearing Cilvia's heels echo after me.I climbed up, tears burning my eyes and a huge lump stuffed in my throat.My own scream was ringing in my ears as I climbed the stairs, pain radiating from my knee up to my hip, making my limp ten times worse."Turn left." Cilvia ordered once I reached the top of the stairs, still closely following me from being but giving me enough space to breathe.I followed her directions, hoping she would lead me to a place that wouldn't have any witnesses to see me break down after what had just happened.Cilvia continued to lead me around until I reached the door. All the while, my cheeks were flooded with tears, and my
Jacopo Nicolo...I stood outside the door, my eyes still thrown into Cilvia's bedroom, silently listening to the conversation they were having.From the looks on the remaining women in the living room with Ella, I knew something bad must have happened. I just didn't know it was this bad, bad enough for Cilvia to speak to Ezabella this way and force her to hold her hand even when I hadn't held her hand yet.They were talking about a video just seconds ago. What Video?I had several burning questions I needed to ask, and I wasn't sure how I was going to ask them.Suddenly, I was no longer upset with Ezabella for departing from Ella and running off alone. At least the crazy woman was keeping her company.Their conversation seemed to end with Cilvia confessing about her baby sister's murder, even though she failed to mention that she was the one who murdered her own sister, using the same poison I had tried to make Ezabella drink on the night of our wedding.I stepped closer to the do
Three days.Ezabella Viper has not left her room for three days. I felt lost. That night, the night we went to the Smith mansion for the dinner party, had been a disaster on both of our ends.My night was ruined by the things some of the members of the web thought about my wife and by the bet Elijah and Dante set on me taking Dante's offer or not.Ezabella's night was ruined by someone sending a video of her torture to the group chat of the women of the web.That's right. Ella Smith told me everything in great detail about what happened that night in the living room while I was in the home office of Elijah Smith. Someone had the nerves to do that to my wife, to send a video of her torture for everyone to see.Ella said she had tried to delete the video since she was the creator of the group chat, but that unknown number kept sending the video back over and over again until she was forced to delete the group chapf in whole. She said she had taken a screenshot of the number before she
Ezabella sat by the end of the couch while I sat at the other end, a verity of food displays between us.I hated the vast distance the food crated between us, making me wonder why I never bought a table for the living room.Ezabella kept looking out the window over her shoulder once in a while, letting me know that I had made the right decision by drawing the drapes away.She moved her food around, not taking many bites."Eza?" I called out, forcing her eyes towards me. "Eat." I added.She nodded her head, stabbing a meat ball and shoving it into her mouth.An adorable Hamster indeed.We ate in silence for a few minutes. I kept glancing at her, reminding her to eat whenever she seemed to have her mind elsewhere.I wanted to talk to her, listen to her thoughts, and understand what was going in in her head. But I didn't know how to start the conversation.Ezabella suddenly glanced towards me, and our eyes clashed. She held my gaze for a few seconds, just as I'd held her gaze."You know,
Ezabella Viper...Jacopo and I ended up sharing a nice meal together, sitting in the bright and quiet living room, not sharing my words after what he said to me.I will be honest. I was completely taken aback by his confession and how he told me he would do anything for me. It was a confession I did not see coming to me, especially from him. But he said it, and he promised to give me what I wanted and what I needed.That promise made my heart flutter.In the last three days, as I was buried under the covers of my bed, rotting away locked in my room, I was convinced that there was no way I was going to get used to this life. I was just not made for this world.Even after the talk Cilvia gave me, I was even more convinced that I wouldn't be able to survive. But then Jacopo just had to kneel in front of me like that, force me to look him in the eyes, and make me a promise that my soul was desperate to hear, a promise I didn't know I needed.Was Cilvia right?Could Jacopo really be a
Getting to know Jacopo, my ass.I had nothing to say to the man and everything to say to him all at the same time. How is that even possible?I sat in the passanger seat of the car, my back thrown to the back seat, a book on my lap, the same book I was trying to read before I found out that Jacopo was going to leave the apartment.I was relieved, and slightly surpirsed that Jacopo didn't put up a fight when I asked him if I could tag along, and dang it I was happy I decided to push my limits just a little bit.Jacopo had his eyes focused on the road, and after a while of taking everything in, including the new sense of bravery I mustered out of me, I ended up opening the book again and started reading from the beautiful dedication.The ride went on for about thirty minutes, and I was engrossed in the book that I didn't realize we had arrived at Jacopo's destination."Come on. Let's go in together, and we'll go for a longer drive once I'm done with work." He commented as he took his se
The second the driver, Ricardo, left the office, I saw Jacopo reach for his phone again.I kept my eyes on him, watching his jaw work and his eyes narrow as he looked through his phone. It didn't take him long to find the number he needed, and he made the call, pressing the phone to his right ear.He tapped his fingers against the surface of the table, impatience evident in the rhythm he made. His eyes suddenly snapped at me, and I quickly looked down at my book, slightly embarrassed for getting caught secretly watching him.I peeked at him after a few seconds, relieved to see that he was no longer looking at me, but unable to look away even though there was a huge chance that he might catch me."Dante!" He called out, his fingers still drumming the same rhythm. "Those women showed up to the casino last night, and then this morning, and caused absolute chaos. Are you planning to handle that issue, or am I going to have to deal with it on my own?" He asked.My curiosity about those wom
Jacopo Nicolo...I was hoping for a quiet day at the apartment, to kick back and relax, and keep an eye on my wife and make sure that she was doing okay. But no. Those women just had to show up to the casino and reck havoc. When Ricardo called to tell me that there were people causing a mess in the casino, I just thought they were the same drunks who couldn't handle a drink or two and a loss. Ricardo loved violence, so him calling me to help him handle a few chaotic people was unlike him. But I had to go.If something happened to the casino while I was away, Dante wouldn't let me live it down.I just didn't expect it would be those women, the same women Dante sent me to, to find out the connection Alex Fimbar had with that address. The women of The Only Girls Motorcycle club.Ricardo was stupid to believe that he could look for them all on his own to teach them a lesson. Those women trusted something behind them to come to the casino day and night to show their displeasure wi
Ezabella Viper...I had a lot on my mind to the point that I lost track of time. Ella's twin daughters were a great distraction, keeping Ella, Cilvia, and I company for the rest of the day.I got to see first-hand Ella in her mother mode, taking care of the kids with such care that it made me miss the baby I am yet to give birth to.I tried to spend as much time as I could with the kids. Ella even taught me how to properly change diapers. I tried my best to forget all of the drama, tuck it deep at the back of my head, and focused on the girls, so much so that Cilvia came to me just to whisper that I was going to make a great mother.Damn it if I didn't tear up at that moment. The day actually went by quickly, and before I knew it, we were putting the twins in their beds and gathering up in the sitting room after we had our early dinner, having a conversation over tea.We must have been in the sitting room for ten minutes before we heard the door open."They're finally back." Cil
Jacopo Nicolo...I parked my car near the front door of Dante's house and cut off the engine.A soft sigh escaped my lips as I leaned my head back against the head rest and closed my eyes.Damn it.I didn't want to be here.I wanted to be in the arms of the woman I love. Why was I here again away from her?Right. To interogate the shooters who almost took her away from me.I wanted to at least take a few seconds for myself, but I was interrupted by a quick tap on the window, jointing me out of my peaceful state.I glanced over and saw Victor leaning down to face me, the window fogging due to his breath at how close he was."You coming?" He asked, his voice barely making it into the inside of my car.Another sigh escaped my lips before I nodded my head, unlocked the door, and pushed the car open to hop out. I looked at Victor up and down, still wearing the same clothes he had on the previous night."Did you spend the night here?" I asked as I slammed the door of my cat shut.
"Helena, hi..." Ella finally spoke into the phone, and it was obvious from her voice that she did not expect Helena to answer the phone."Hi." Helena chuckled at how awkward Ella sounded."How have you been?" Ella asked."I've been better. But honestly, I'm fine. More than fine, actually. I feel like I'm finally finding my footing again, you know, getting back on my feet. I feel like I can finally breathe again." Helena replied.Her enthusiastic voice and manner rubbed me the wrong way, and it was obvious that the other ladies were feeling the same way as well."The last time I saw you was at the Fimbar Mansion, and you really didn't want to look at us anymore, let alone speak to us. What changed?" Ella slowly asked, trying her best not to upset Helena."Well... I was a bit mean back then, weren't I?" Helena chuckled. "I was just a hit under pressure...""Under pressure from what?' Cilvia spoke up, and we looked at her. The three of us had agreed that if by some miracle the phone is
Ezabella Viper...I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed, and it was not because I had the bed sleep ever of because I had the long sleep my body craved. No. It was because of what Jacopo did the previous night, and how he stepped into the shower knowing it was something his body didn't want him to do.This man was constantly putting his body in the line for me, and I don't know what more proof I could possibly need to know just how much he loves me.First it was running into a burning building for me, and then it was choosing to save me first, and then it was stepping in front of a bullet for me the previous night, and then on the same night, it was stepping under the warm water knowing he would have a bad reaction to it because of his horrible experience.It felt like I truly don't deserve the amount of love he has for me, like I haven't given him enough as much as he has given me.Waking up next to him after we had a scary night and then an amazing moment in the shower f
Jacopo Nicolo..."What are you doing, Jacopo?" Eza asked as she watched me push my shoes off my feet and then lean down to take my socks off."I just told you..." I softly replied. "I don't want to stay away. I can't stay away."Once the socks were off, I pushed myself to my feet.I shrugged the suit jacket off my back before dropping it to the floor."Jacopo?" Eza whispered, realizing what I wanted to do.I carried on to unbutton my shirt no matter how hard the shaking of my hands tried to sabotage me. To succeed in taking my shirt off before I carried on to my suit pants.Once I was done peeling my clothes off, I looked towards Eza and the steam that was coming out of the shower from the hot shower.The second I started stepping closer to the shower, Eza reached for the shower nob to turn it towards the colder side."Don't, Eza." I called out, stopping her from turning the water off and then on to cold.I stood just outside of the shower, just out of the reach of the hot water.
Ezabella Viper..."So, you decide to create a club of your own?" Cilvia asked, her back hunches and her elbows pressed against her knees as she attentively listened to the three women speak one at a time about their stories.I didn't even realize when it happened, but we were all suddenly talking to each other about our lives, sharing moments that we usually would not share with strangers."Yes." Red replied. "It was the only logical next step. We were able to find a fee working bikes from the last house we escaped from, and on the road, we were able to learn more and grow as a team. We got to take revenge and acquire more wealth from those men, which led us to get ourselves a small club house in a small town. People started hearing about us, and women and little girls started coming to us for help. Some needed help getting rid of people who were troubling them while others needed a place to stay. And so it all started. A small club grew bigger and bigger until we had to move to
Jacopo Nicolo...I sat in the passanger sit of Victor's car, while Elijah and Dante followed us in Elijah's car. My heart refused to settle down, my head still filled with the image of that red dot on my wife's forehead.There goes my heart again, almost beating out of my chest with fear, fear that I could have lost her.My hands refused to stop shaking, itching for a trigger to squeeze, my nose desperate for the scent of the blood of whoever tried to kill my wife right in front of me despite my own blood already attacking my nostrils.I had to tuck my hands into my pockets to stop them from visibly shaking."Heard you stepped in front of a bullet." Victor commented. "Pretty brave of you." "Not now, Victor." I mumbled.I couldn't deal with the voice in my head, let alone get nagged by my father-in-law."I am trying to thank you for saving Bella's life." He said, forcing my eyes towards him."It's the bare minimum. I am her husband. That's what I'm supposed to do. I'm supposed to
Jacopo was sitting in the sitting room the ladies of the web and I were chatting in earlier while the members of the web were having their meeting. I had calmed him enough to forget about his gun, and someone had suggested that we moved to the sitting room until a thorough search has been made around the area to make sure that there were no more shooters so it would be safe enough for the rest of us to leave.The only people left in the villa besides Jacopo and I were Ella and Elijah, Connor and Cane, the three women of the Motorcycle club, and Cilvia and Dante, along with my father, who was apartment in one of the bathrooms while everything was happening and only came the join the chaos while Jacopo and I were in each other's arms.I was sitting right next to Jacopo, his right arms around me while his left was balled into a fist as if he was trying to stop himself from reaching for him gun again."Dante?" My father called out. "Did thay have anything to do with this,""We are standi
Ezabella Viper...Most of the conversations after Piper Fimbar left were smooth. I tried to stay engaged in the conversation, but my mind kept going back to the conversation Ella and Cilvia had with Piper. I kept dissecting every single word she had said, every reaction she made to the mention of the Fimbar blood line, and I tried to piece everything together.But why Helena?Why was she trying to keep Helena away? Piper never liked Helena to begin with, and it was not like she hid it to anyone. So shouldn't she be the first to send Helena out of the house the second her son died?I was pulled out of my train of thoughts when the door was pushed in, and the men started pouring in."So, brunch tomorrow?" One of the ladies said before the men came closer.I wasn't aware that we were discussing brunch to begin with."Of course. I will look for a nice place and let you ladies know." Ella replied.I looked towards the door, waiting for Jacopo to come. But he didn't. It took him a whil