LOGINOops! Did I say Luciano's POV? Sorry that was a slip up, I meant Elizabeth👀. Updates might be slower for now because I'm trying to scale through a certain point in my academics that has me on choke hold. *Tears of a law student* Nevertheless, I'll try my best to update two chapters per day... XoXo❤
Chapter 113••~••°••~••Luciano••~••°••~••“Elizabeth,” I call her name in a low warning. “Why were you crying earlier?” She starts looking everywhere else but me. Which only confirms the thoughts I have been having since I heard her say something about being in ‘trouble again.’“I wasn't crying,” she whispers back. “You don't know what you're talking about.”“I know exactly what I'm talking about, Angel. And I'm not about to let you lie to my face.” She gapes at me now, a flicker of fear crossing her face, disappearing so quickly but I caught it.Now I'm definitely not letting this go without an answer.“I wasn't crying. I just… I just had something in my eye. You were down there, thinking about all your chances before climbing up my window. How would you know for sure if I was crying or not?” she denies again, her voice shaky.Something tugs at my chest and I ask, “Are they hurting you in here?” my voice is desperate when I ask, laced with something I don't even recognize.She tr
Chapter 112*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*“Then scream, Angel,” he growls.My hands reach out for him. My fingertips digging into the bare skin at his sides.His hands slide down to my waist and he lifts me. “Scream for me.”“Put me down,” My words of defiance turns into a moan when my legs wrap around his waist and I can feel him there.“No more pushing me away. No more running,” he shoves his hips against mine, his cock almost painfully hard against my sensitive center.He is not listening to me at all. It's like I'm uttering gibberish words when it comes to him. The risk he takes in coming up here is enough to send me into having a heart attack.“We shouldn't be doing this. You shouldn't be here at all,” I remind him, aware of the left hand of my night dress slipping off my shoulder. His eyes follow the movement, and something much more dangerous replaces the crazed look in his eyes.Hunger.His gaze drops slowly to my neckline where the top of my breasts are now on display. I wa
Chapter 111••~••°••~••Luciano••~••°••~••I don't like the look on her face.It's full of sadness. Immense worry.“What’s wrong, Angel?” My words are loud in the quiet night, as I stand outside the convent, with a cigarette in hand, while trying to remain hidden.It's quite pitiful that despite the mounted security, they are still as dumb as before. I'm still able to scale through without getting caught.I know she told me off, asked me to stay away. But when have I really listened to anyone? When have I not followed my own decisions?Never.And I'm not going to start now.Elizabeth has been standing not so close to the window for the last twenty minutes, staring into space with an utterly dejected look on her face. I want to ask her what's wrong. Ask who I need to bury for making her look that way.A cloud of smoke surrounds me when I exhale the content of the cigarette. The smoke a heating sensation against the chilly night.I know it's insane. Standing outside a nun's window,
Chapter 110••~••°••~••Luciano••~••°••~••I stretch my back when I finally climb out of my front seat and bite down on a groan I want to let out.Several hours of sitting in the car discovering what new lead I'm gonna chase after next tells me my muscles are tight.My neck protests as I roll it one way, then the other, before I walk to the backseat of the car.I glance down at the location details again and back up at the building before me. It looks like an abandoned building, now turned into a bar or something of that sort. The entrance is situated behind an abandoned theater squeezed between two crumbling buildings. At least that's what the location Marco sent states.Graffiti covers the brickwork of the place, giving a sign to passer-bys that this is not the place for everybody.Which is exactly my kind of scene.Opening the backseat door of the car, what greets me is my most used selection of weapons lying on the leather seat.Handguns, knives of varying lengths, a grenade… th
Chapter 109••~••°••~••Luciano••~••°••~••I sit alone in the driver's seat, the portfolio spread across the passenger side, as I scan through every document, every note and every possibility that could link me to someone… anyone.Most of it is fucking useless, leading to a dead end. It's the same thing I have seen before—invoices, shipping schedules, Cargo declarations, receipts belonging to all those years ago.I'm about to throw the papers away and tag it all as useless when something catches my eye.Something I've seen more than once.“This better be the fucking stuff I'm looking for,” The words leave my mouth the same time I grab a few papers off the passenger seat.If there's one thing I believe in, apart from my instincts, is that people always make the same mistake when it comes to hidden documents. They always think lies and secrets live in bland words on a piece of paper. They don't look in depth, and that makes it difficult for such person to spot what they are really sea
Chapter 108 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••°••~•• I have never considered going back on a decision. Never considered breaking through protocols… my protocols, for a reason I'm not sure of. Now, as I watch Gemma descend the stairs, it seems like that principle of standing on my decisions is beginning to fucking crumble. Looking at her, my mind starts to draw up reasons why I have never connected with her. Everything about her looks curated. The oversized glasses, the designer coat, the heels that clicked confidently against each step. She's polished, good-looking and the perfect socialite for a man who loves to stay on the highlight. A man that is certainly not me. Yet, here I am, waiting outside her home like a lover would. Except I'm not a lover. I'm nothing close to being a lover. If anything, I'm only using her for my cause. Something that would have mattered to me if I had a heart as a human, but I don't. I don't and can't feel compassion, especially for Gemma Bianchi. When Ge
Chapter 56 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~°* Few months ago, I could have sworn on anything valuable to me that I'm more than ready to become the bride of Christ. I could have sworn that the devil has got nothing on me, that I am as innocent and pure as a dove, as anything pure can be. For some r
Chapter 50 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••°••~•• She fits against me too perfectly like she was fucking made for me. That's the first thought that cuts through the chaos in my head as thunder cracks through the quiet library again and her fingers clutch my shirt like it's the only solid thing le
Chapter 52 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••°••~•• “How did you get this scar?” A vulnerable look passes through her eyes, then replaced with something more concerning. I follow her gaze directly to the spot where she has her hand placed. I know what she's trying to do—she's changing the fucking topic
Chapter 49 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~°* The car doors slam shut around me. I press my hands to the window, staring out at the building as the engine jolts to life. As we speed away, my body finally gives in, shaking uncontrollably at the image of his bloodied hands and cold eyes burn into my







