5- Eve

Lucille Hellfire has not reached out to me since that night.

At first, I told myself that I had gone too far. Humored him, and he found me insane but after finding out about the deaths he had caused that night he found me, I know there is no limit for that man nor does he understand what that word means.

There is not much to go on about him but I had spent weeks learning about the people he had killed, how merciless he was. He was probably an undiagnosed psychopath with his obsession of causing chaos no matter where he went and my behavior of doing the same must be familiar to him so he will see me as a kindred soul.

He has to. Fucking has to.

“Principessa,” I try not to yell at the lady that speaks behind me, knowing well enough that she is not at fault as I smile sweetly at her. Like everyone else, she is grateful for my attention on her as she beams back, “You look beautiful. Are you excited about your wedding?”

I don't have it in me to hold a conversation. I'm not prepared. My eyes go back to my reflection as I let my eyes move over my blond hair and eyes, the dress so homely and soft on my skin that I look like the loveliest bride, in the most innocent way.

I don't hate it but I also don't think Adam deserves this side of me. Not even a little. He was still a boy trying to wear his big boy pants. I was not amused.

I would say I made a mistake choosing Lucille but I know I did not. I never make mistakes. He is the right one. The only one that would not try to make me fall in love with him to seek my Father's approval because he would never get it.

“Who isn't on their wedding day?” My smile is bright but my head is beginning to hurt. I keep it in. I must. “Do me a favor and make sure no one comes here. Not even my Father. I want my husband to be the first family man to see me.”

She nods, excited for me. I don't see what she's happy about as she leaves. My eyes go to my phone again, wondering if he will call or what he will do. What was he planning to do? As much as I liked to guess what people were up to, I cannot do so for him. I don't like it.

Soon enough, I can no longer stall and I have on my veil as I walk into one of the many cars left for me in our Manor, my brain fighting a war with me. I had planned sufficiently for what would happen if the plan with Lucille fell through as well but I cannot help being disappointed.

I had not seen Adam in months and I wasn't sure I would be able to handle not punching him in the nose if he was in front of me again.

All of this was becoming such a headache.

As the cars begin to head out, I keep my eyes outside the window, realizing that I might never leave this place. No other man is foolish enough to go against my Father's wishes to rescue me so… So I was going to see that house till the day I died.

Just like Mother.

Should I jump out through the car and make the driver take the blame of kidnapping me? Or force him to help smuggle me out of Italy? I know I have only a few hours before Father finds me but at the very least, I'll have my freedom by then so—

The sounds of cars exploding has me pulling me out of my thoughts as my eyes immediately center on my driver. He stares at me through the rearview mirror as he swerves the first two cars in front of me. “He had said you wouldn't mind their deaths. I hadn't believed it but for someone who just heard four cars explode, you're quiet.”

Damien Zo. Lucille's best friend and only friend. He is Korean-American, being the other hand of Lucille who was the Vice Chairman of the New York Mafia. He has tattoos all over his body and a face that makes one lose their guard easily but he is also known to be the only one Lucille had tried to kill once and let live and for what reasons, no one knows.

I know it is not my business to ask so I do not.

“Where is he?”

He changes the gear of the car now, going faster as he says, “At the Altar awaiting his bride to be.” Then his eyes go back to the rearview mirror as he says, “And fortunately, you are dressed the part.”