Is Emiliana overreacting?
"Can you smell that?" Elena asks practically bouncing on her feet. We're standing outside the airport, waiting for our ride. "Smell what?" "The smell of fun. We're going to paint this city red" "The truth is I wasn't so keen on becoming your bodyguard," Constanza says moving to stand to my right. She pushes her sunglasses down to look at us "But if this is the perk of following you two brats around, I am so in" "I'm glad some of us are excited" I grumble under my breath. If this trip hadn't been planned before, I wouldn't be here. It's been a week since I spoke to Dante. We live in the same house but I walk past him as if he's invisible. When I came back from my father's, I decided to sleep on the couch, leaving the bedroom for him. But when I woke up the next day, I was in bed. The place beside me untouched. He set an alarm for me, multiple alarms, so I wouldn't be late for school, and makes breakfast before he leaves. I'm not trying to hate him but how can I be mad when he does t
I sip my whiskey, standing behind the bar while the staff works. Every few seconds they throw me weird looks and I'm pretending not to see them because if I do, I'll go to my office where memories of her will assault me. She's everywhere and nowhere. I've spent two hours reliving the time we spent there. There isn't an inch in that office I haven't fucked her on. If I knew this is how it'll be, that I wouldn't be able to function without her, fuck, I'd still do it. Even if I lived my entire and traveled back to the past, I'd still walk into that church and kill Romeo so I can marry her. Somehow, his greed made it possible for me to be with her. If he hadn't asked for her hand in marriage, we'd probably end up as enemies after I killed her father. She would have never given me the time of day. But I'd still try to pursue her. In another universe, there's a version of me that doesn't know how Emiliana tastes. Or the sounds she makes when she comes. Or how it feels to hold her in my arms
It's our last day in Tonsai and we're lying on the beach trying to get some sun. I cannot wait to explore the rest of Phuket. I hope it's as beautiful as this island if not more. We even got Gema, Milan, and Lucia, the bodyguards, to relax. Yes, I know their names now. They're not in bikinis like us but they exchanged their suits for sundresses. It took a lot of convincing and some threats to get them to blend in with the rest of the tourists. Who wears a suit on an island? We were attracting some unnecessary attention. It was either they change or go back. I sigh, sinking further into the lounger. A few more minutes then I'll turn around and roast my back too. I don't want to look like I walked out halfway through my tanning appointment. Besides, the night owls will be up in a few hours. Gotta do it before this place fills up. "Lena" someone calls. I push my sunglasses up and groan at the owner of the voice. Rule number one, do not use hot guys to distract Elena. Especially not th
"We have to go" "Do we? I thought you'd want to spend another night flirting with Kiet. We don't have to hurry back" Elena furrows her eyebrows "What's gotten into you? I thought you wanted to explore other places" "I'm not in the mood anymore. Let's stay for another day or two. I like it here" and it'll give me enough time to figure out if Mali was lying to me or not. "You're hiding something. What is it?" "Elena, I'm doing this for you. I think you like your new friend and I'm deciding to stay so you can spend more time with him. What's wrong with that?" "Bullshit. You're not that considerate. Try again" I want to strangle her. Why won't she just believe me and be on her way? It's already two in the afternoon. We're scheduled to leave in two hours but I've been trying to convince Elena to stay. If it comes from her, our overprotective bodyguards won't suspect anything. Milan was very vocal about me falling for Mali's tricks. According to her, it is a setup so they can ex
I position myself and thrust inside her, biting my lip at the way it feels so good to be surrounded by her. Hot, wet, silky. It's everything. She's perfect, she's beautiful and she was made for me. I'll tell her that after I get my ability to speak back. For now, all I'm capable of is making sounds to convey how great it feels. Pulling out, I thrust back in, grinding my hips in a circle as I do it. She has gotten used to my size, wrapping around like second skin. If this isn't heaven, I don't know what is. Her fingers dig into my ass, the bittersweet feeling of nails breaking skin making me quicken the pace. Suddenly, she's above me. Smiling like a temptress. My hands frame her breasts as she rides me. Her back curving as she throws her head back. It feels like I fucking won the world. Then she's under me, on her stomach. Her ass greedy for my thrusts. I'm almost there. I want to finish in her pussy first before I take that ass. I've been waiting for this for a long time. Not being ab
"Andrei?" Elena leans in and asks "Do you know him?" "Uh..." How do I explain how I know him? "He's Dante's associate and a Russian" I whisper the last part. The fact that he just happened to be here, on this island, doesn't seem to be a coincidence. It's even weirder that he was passing by the same place we are being ambushed. Has he been following us? I remember feeling like we were being watched when we were at the beach this morning. Was that him? What does he want? Spiky and his friends look at each other then at us, seeming to communicate silently. "Don't even think about it" Andrei says casually. His tone is casual but everything about him screams danger. These guys must have balls or maybe they're just plain stupid. Because one of them goes to grab Elena. The second he moves, his legs give out on him and he collapses. Howling in pain. Suddenly, men fill the small entryway, some facing our way and others facing the street. Reinforcing my suspicion that
"I need your help" "With what?" She's the last person I want to ask for help but I can't reach Dante. And the more I think about it, the more I realize that he might not be able to help me. We can get Mai out of the country but then what? Are we going to leave her to fend for herself? Or leave her outside an orphanage? There are many options but I don't think they'll be right for her. Angels are better suited to handle this. They might even be able to help Mali too. This way the two sisters can stay together. I know this might put Elena and everyone I'm with in danger but I won't abandon this little girl. So as much as I hate going to Giulia, I have no choice. "A case you might be interested in. I have a ten-year-old that I want to help. Say you'll help me and I'll tell you everything else. If you're not going to do it, don't waste my time" "You're asking for my help, pretty girl. Put your arrogance aside for once. Will you?" "I don't like you, Giulia. The fact that I've come
I must not have passed out for long because I can still hear gunshots but they sound like they're coming from far. My eyelids flutter open to find Elena leaning over me. She looks scared, which is unlike her. Nothing scares her. She's reckless and jumps into situations without thinking about the consequences. Earlier today, she scheduled a murder with the head of the Russian mob. Until today, I didn't know fear was part of her dictionary. "What's up with you?" I ask closing my eyes. The light from the chandelier above is too bright. "Are you okay? Don't close your eyes, Em. You can't go back to sleep" "I'm not. The lights are too bright. Have those idiots left? Who the fuck opened fire while I was in the middle of negotiating with them?" "That would be me, ma'am" I open one eye and look at Fidelio "My apologies. I didn't know..." "Know what?" I ask closing my eyes. "Em, you've been shot" Elena answers but I'm slipping again. The dark pulling me under. The sound of sirens is