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Chapter 14:CRAZY MEETING
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Marcello povA deep sense of unease washed over me as I walked past Lyra's room, its ancient wooden door a reminder of the past. This door, worn and cracked from years of neglect, was the first room my mother had chosen when her relationship with my father became strained before her untimely death. It felt like a portal to unresolved pain, a choice steeped in emotional turmoil and heavy with memories.I found myself frozen in place before Lyra's door, my hand tightly gripping the tarnished doorknob as if it were the only anchor keeping me from whatever awaited me inside. The moment I finally pushed the door open, the creaking of the wood sliced through the silence of the corridor, echoing like the haunting whispers of the secrets this room had guarded for so long. The air was thick with the scent of aged wood and dust, a testament to the years gone by.This was my mother’s sanctuary during her darkest days, and now it held another piece of my heart—Lyra. My mind raced with memories of
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Rebekah povI stepped out of bed with an unusual surge of energy, the Saturday morning sunlight streaming through the window like a motivational shout, bathing the room in warm golden hues. Today was workout day, and I was ready to crush it. The eagerness coursing through my veins felt electric, a stark contrast to the lethargy that usually clung to me like a damp blanket on gray mornings.As I walked to the bathroom, the cool tile floor beneath my feet sent a refreshing jolt up my legs, a gentle wake-up call urging me into action. I splashed cold water on my face, reveling in the invigorating sting that signaled a definitive shift from the embrace of sleep to full, vibrant wakefulness. In the mirror, I saw my reflection: cheeks still slightly flushed from dreams, but my eyes sparkled with a fierce anticipation. Today felt different, like a crisp, clean slate waiting to be filled with sweat and triumph.I changed into my gym wear with the efficiency of a well-rehearsed ritual, each mo
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Lyra povAs we sped down the winding road, the world around us blurred into streaks of color, the cool air rushing past my face invigorating yet terrifying. I couldn't help but wonder how the biker had known we were stuck in traffic. No calls had been made, and no messages sent—just a strange synchronicity that sent chills down my spine.When we finally arrived at the pack, I was taken aback by its stunning beauty. The buildings were sleek and modern, their glass facades reflecting the sunlight while lush greenery enveloped them like a natural embrace. I stood there, momentarily lost in awe, my eyes drinking in the sights and sounds—the distant laughter of children, the soft rustling of leaves, and the gentle hum of activity.Vincenzo's voice cut through my reverie, his words piercing my eardrums with sarcastic clarity. “Come on and stop staring,” he called out, his tone dripping with impatience, pulling me harshly back to reality.My head snapped towards him with a jolt, and I shot h
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Lyra povI really don't blame him for talking back at me, it's a mistake that I had to sneak out of the hell pit just to spend time with a lunatic like him. I pray he doesn't go violent on me, if he does I will break the record by breaking his head. I thought as he kept driving to his pack. No conversation, no sneezing, no snickering, just keep the focus like a security personnel. I leaned back to the chair, the weather was already getting stormy, my heart started racing because his pack was too far and Marcello would soon find out that I had left his pack. Once Marcello discovered that I had left his pack, a wave of dread washed over me. The thought loomed large that I wouldn’t have a moment to enjoy my newfound freedom before facing the consequences—death seemed imminent. Even if fate had inexplicably granted us a wild night filled with passion, a 'sex marathon' as some might playfully call it, all I could feel was the weight of impending doom overshadowing any thrill I might expe
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Rebekah povYet, as we moved further away from the pack house, an unsettling feeling clung to me like a shadow. I couldn’t shake the sensation that Marcello's eyes were still on me, monitoring my every move, waiting for a moment of weakness. I pushed that disturbing thought aside, forcing my focus back to the mission at hand. We had to get Lyra to safety, and I couldn’t let Marcello discover our plan. Time was of the essence, and I knew the clock was already ticking against us.As we approached the car, the chilly evening air wrapped around us like a thick fog. Vincenzo, ever the gentleman, opened the door with a flourish, allowing Lyra to slip inside. I could see her hands trembling slightly as she settled into the leather seat, her wide, dark eyes reflecting the remnants of her fear.I climbed in beside her, the scent of new upholstery mingling with the faint hint of gasoline. With a soft click, Vincenzo closed the door and turned the key in the ignition, the engine roaring to life
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Rebekah povI paced in my dimly lit room, hands firmly placed on my waist, trying to corral the chaos swirling in my mind into some semblance of order. Sneaking Lyra out of the pack house without Marcello discovering our plan was destined to be a challenge in itself. I shuddered at the thought of his overbearing presence potentially ruining everything. That man seemed blissfully unaware of the concepts of personal space and basic dignity, and I couldn't let him interfere.With a determined stride, I made my way to Lyra's wardrobe, its worn wooden doors creaking slightly as I yanked them open. A sea of colors and fabrics blossomed before my eyes; blouses in vibrant hues, jeans in various cuts, and dresses that whispered of freedom. I quickly scanned through the haphazard assortment, picking out a few essentials that could be easily hidden in a small but sturdy handbag. I shoved in a soft cotton t-shirt, a pair of leggings, and her favorite sweater—a cozy, oversized thing that smelled f
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Vincenzo povAs I rounded the corner, I scanned the hallway for any trace of Marcello. Instead, my attention was drawn to Lyra and Rebekah, who were closely gathered in a poorly lit study. They appeared as if they were engaged in a clandestine discussion, their expressions betraying a mix of guilt and fear. My focus zeroed in on Lyra, and an immediate reaction surged through me. The trepidation reflected in her eyes only heightened her appeal, intensifying my desire for her.Upon noticing my presence, their faces drained of color, and they exchanged anxious looks. Rebekah stepped forward, a facade of composure settling over her features. “Vincenzo,” she greeted, her voice smooth and inviting.I returned her smile, my gaze still fixed on Lyra. “Rebekah,” I responded, my tone deep and resonant. I approached her, arms outstretched for an embrace. Rebekah fit seamlessly into my hold, her slender form contrasting sharply with Lyra’s more voluptuous silhouette.After a brief moment, I relea
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Lyra povI tightened my grip on the cool, rough surface of the wall, my eyes locked onto Rebekah as Vincenzo's words hung in the air, thick with defiance. "Lyra in question is mine; your son is merely proving to be stubborn." The deep, rumbling laugh of Marcello's godfather resonated through the room—a sound I recognized but had never truly engaged with—and it sent a chill racing down my spine, like the sensation of ice water trickling through my veins.Rebekah's gaze met mine, her eyes sparkling with mischief, betraying a sense of amusement that sparked a counterfire within me. I raised an eyebrow, challenging the unspoken tension between us as I pushed off the wall, the movement igniting a sense of purpose within me. I strode toward her with measured confidence, the sharp, rhythmic click of my heels against the polished floor reverberating through the dimly lit hallway, amplifying the intensity of the moment."Let's get out of here," I breathed, my voice a mere whisper yet laced wit
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Lyra pov"She suffered from excruciating cramps and a multitude of complications. It was an incredibly traumatic experience for him, one that has shadowed his life ever since."As her words soaked in, a wave of sorrow crashed over me, and I felt the hot tears spill down my cheeks once more. "Oh, Rebekah, I’m so sorry to hear that. No wonder he’s had such a hard time opening up," I murmured, my voice barely audible and muffled by the emotion that choked me.But then, to my surprise, Rebekah let out a soft snicker, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. "Oh, don’t you dare feel sorry for him, Lyra. He’s been using that story as an excuse to dodge intimacy for years," she said, her tone switching to a playful sass that made me momentarily forget my sadness.Puzzled, I looked up at her, my eyes still red and puffy from the tears. "What do you mean by that?" I asked, trying to parse through the remnants of my empathy.With a flourish, Rebekah sprang to her feet, pulling me up alongsi
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