It was a wonder how he knew this was coming; there had always been this pull; he ran from it and pushed himself to the opposite track only to return to the starting point.But it wasn't too late."Dad, I can't, I can't do what you're asking me to," he responded, knowing he was treading on slippery ground. Of course, they could all be gangsters until it came to their father; he still had the stare to get them on their knees.Wasn't he the godfather?"You didn't just say that did you?" Derinem's voice, although calm, held ice; that was him; he just never lost it. "Nico, hai appena ascoltato tutto quello che ho detto? Estella è morta" _Nico, did you listen to everything I said? Estella is dead_"Dad, I know, I know!" he tried desperately, "I heard you clearly, but I can't, Dad. I made my choice years ago, you agreed to it, you understand where my limit of being a Xavier stopped; I have responsibilities."Derinem let the silence fester for length before he breathed out his baritone-holdin
He returned home that evening, drained, flush, and still without a clue what to do; climbing down from the car, he raised his head to find her at the window, a glass of wine in her hold.She locked eye contact with him, then, in annoyance, she pulled back away from sight and brought the curtains down.He sighed, unbuttoning his jacket and walking into the house, nodding his head at greetings thrown at him in all directions and making his way into his office.He wasn't ready to face her now; he knew she was angry; what else could explain why she didn't pick up his calls, turning off her phone and finally blocking his number?On his way to the office, Noah met him, "Welcome back, sir,""Any news I'm supposed to know about?""I'll start with the most important," Noah began, "Fabio Conti hitting the phone in the office nonstop,"With what was on the ground, that didn't seem like a problem, at least not to him anymore; he didn't want to be bugged. He just wanted to think."Anything else?"
Work went rough the next day. She couldn't get her mind off the mystery she had seen in Nikolai's gaze, how it had lit up with excitement when she had given him her answers. He seemed ready to show her whatever this was. If only it would calm her down. She couldn't help but wonder what it was. Maybe he was involved in something terrible.Bad, like? It was hard to imagine him committing a crime. She almost chuckled. Weren't they all talking about glassy-eyed Nikolai? Even when she had suspected him some time ago, she had little doubt. And when he finally set her straight, it was a relief she didn't know she needed.Now, wiggling her toes on the floor, she felt slightly excited. If he wanted to show her his little secret of who he was and not what he sold to the public, didn't it mean he now trusted her enough? She smiled to herself. Was it wise to have a little hope? Urgh, let the girl have a little fantasy.So there she was, smiling, when Noah came in being escorted by Joey, who was n
Author's POVLUCA***He knew he shouldn't be here. The reasons he had been in his car, staring at the door, waiting for a sign, any sign to get him ringing that doorbell and facing her.But as she had told him after she found out Grace was pregnant and broke the news that day, he had thought that would soften her heart towards him.But he was wrong.***"Grace is pregnant, Luca, and I want to be there for my grandson when she gives birth."He had been sitting on the bed, his head lowered, palms balled, supporting his chin, hating the heaviness of the atmosphere.It had never been like this since they were married. Now, he was receiving weeks of silent treatment.Derinem had said he should let her have the space she needed.But it wasn't working. At least, that's what he saw. Lina couldn't even stand the sight of him. Although she had managed to do away with Matteo's things, it didn't change things between them.He has felt relieved when she called him to talk things out.Even though s
NICO***He had seen her going weak; he had seen her eyes dilating; knowing what was happening, he had caught her before she fell to the floor.She was so limp; mouth parted open, breaths sounding like wisps."Elena," he whispered, his face close to hers.And only a distinctive murmur came from her lips; at least he knew she was still alive, just knocked out of her stand. He was trying his best not to chuckle; she had looked like she could handle whatever was coming, demanding the mystery be brought to light, and now that it was, here she was.Picking her limp body in bridal style, he took her down the stairs, making his way to his room so familiar; every portrait he passed held memories.He heaved a sigh of relief, he hated to admit it, but he was beginning to feel at ease; this was home, a place he hadn't been in for years.Kicking open the room door, he walked up to the large bed and placed her gently against it, her mutters never-ending spilling from her lips.Shock still coars
Ever have your life changed before your very own eyes? You can't begin to fathom how you ended somewhere because you never saw it coming?Well, I was living it.A few days ago, I was scared for Nikolai, afraid that he couldn't stand for himself and would probably get hurt, but now I was scared of him, maybe just maybe a tad bit scared for Alessandro.He stood before the man whose gun was pointed at him and even cracked a joke that I shouldn't have driven without my *driver?* he knew I was running from him, right?"Not only did you run," he looked like he was having fun, real full-blown fun from the chase, and that he had caught me was just the icing and I noticed that not once had he acknowledged the man pointing a gun at him.We heard the crack of a gun behind and over his shoulders; Nikolai growled, "Not in front of my kids."And the atmosphere fell silent again.He returned his attention to me, "Where were we?"I nudged at the man, whose gun was lowering now, facing the ground, "Wha
But my suspicion of more lies didn't kill my curiosity, for right now, we were on the balcony eating dinner, or rather, HE was eating dinner. Sitting opposite him, I couldn't take in anything. Although the aroma wafting past her nose was promising, my stomach thought otherwise. But he didn't seem to notice, cutting through his venison and vegetables, working his Adam's apple to swallow mouthfuls. Time and again, a butler refilled his cup.His hair was a mess; his body didn't have the tension it did in Umbria. He looked relaxed, in tune with this environment. He looked like he was made for this.He dropped his cutlery and pushed his plate away. Grabbing a napkin from the table, he dabbed at his lips. Finally focusing on me, he leaned back and asked, "You don't like the food?"I shook my head, my voice hoarse. I replied, "I'm sure it's wonderful. You seem to enjoy it very much.""I am," he nodded, then turned to gaze into the compound, specifically at the pool, before speaking again. "
Sleep didn't come quickly that night. Nightmares plagued my rest, making it hard to decipher if it was due to the new environment or the terror I had encountered the day before.So I lay with my eyes wide open, trying to keep my mind void. Still, it proved futile. Surprisingly, when I was about to give up, sleep came through so hard that I awoke late the next morning. I almost screamed, then remembered I wasn't in Umbria and didn't have to show up at work.I first noticed that he wasn't beside me on the bed. Since he went after his cousin, I hadn't caught sight of him. To be sure, I looked out the window, and the compound was almost empty.Throwing a dressing gown over my nightie, I left the room. I contemplated getting to my children first so the cup of coffee could wait. But then I needed the brew badly, so for the first time, I chose a cup of steaming, milky coffee latte.I then apologized to my motherly morals.I changed my direction, asking a housekeeper for guidance. She led me