Mag-log inAvery PovWhat was I thinking? I clearly wasn’t thinking at all. Why did I tell him I loved him? My lack of control over my tongue wasn’t the worst part, his reaction was. Everything was fine a few moments ago. I had just had the most intense pleasure of my entire life and went ahead to ruin it with my silly confession of love.“What happened? Is it because I said I love you?” I already knew the answer to these questions. My heart ached, knowing he could never feel the same for me. “I don’t expect you to say it back. You don’t have to feel the same way. This is me letting you know about my feelings.” My voice cracked, exposing the hurt I fought so hard to hide. “Avery i—” His words were caught off the sound of multiple gunshots. Fear twisted a knot in my stomach. Not again. Memories of the night I got shot kept replaying in my head. My fear got me rushing over to Aiden, clinging to him like his my only means of survival. I hoped it was all a dream.“What was that, Aiden? Wha
Aiden’s pov For some reason Avery was uncomfortable as we sat and ate at the dining table. She kept stealing glances at me while I focused on my phone. Though my focus was on my phone, I could see her from the corners of my eyes.“you’re starting school tomorrow, right?” I asked peeking a little from the corner of my eyes without lifting my head from my phone. “yes, but I can wait until after the burial.” She can’t be serious. “No need.” I sipped my coffee as I watched her fill her mouth with bread. Silly thoughts of filling her mouth with something else filled my head. Her discomfort was beginning to worsen.“what’s wrong?” I asked.“Nothing.” There was obviously something wrong but still, she said nothing, asking why I would even think something was wrong.“I have eyes, Bella Mia.” Endearments now came freely and for some reason, I seemed to like it. With a slight move of my index finger, I gestured for her to come over to me.When I had gotten her right where I wanted— on m
Avery's pov“You're starting school tomorrow, right?” Aiden asked, his eyes focused on his phone. Three days had gone by since Stephan's death. Sometimes, Aiden lets his control slip, letting us— me see a glimpse of his worry, maybe pain.“Yes.” I replied, stuffing more bread into my mouth. Aiden had started eating at the dining table all of a sudden. At first, I wasn't comfortable and I considered taking my food upstairs to eat but I know Aiden, maybe not much but enough to know he'd make up something in his. Maybe he just wanted company. “I could wait until after Stephan's burial…”“No. There's no need to wait. You've already lost half of the semester.” His voice was calm as he spoke. Too bad it took the loss of someone dear to him to change him. “I'll drop you off at school.”“What?” I must have heard wrong. There's no way Aiden would volunteer to be my driver.“You heard me.” He said, his voice so sharp. He might have changed but he still couldn't deal with being questioned or is
WRITER’S POVWhat is the best way to beat a lair if not at his own game? Aiden flashed a huge smile at the man in the Study with him.They’d spent most of the day going through files— incriminating evidence of businesses and relationships, anything they could get their hands on.“I must say, you are way smarter than I give you credit for. How did you get all of this?”“Sneaky work, long story. You might want to get copies of this and hand it over to Giovanni's.” The suggestion was harmless, innocent even but it ignited a fire within Aiden. “What for?”“No offense but your family and theirs have been at war for decades now, it’ll be the perfect opportunity to end the feud.”“And what do you think you know about the feud, huh? They took everything! Everything… And until I get my revenge, I seek no peace.” Aiden roared, his voice stiff with rage. The Giovanni’s and the Mancini’s—Armstrong’s now, have fought endlessly since the time of Don Matteo Mancini, Aid
AVERY’S POVSomehow Aiden did not push father for answers. I did try talking to him about what had happened earlier with Jayden. “No need.” Was his reply when I tried to talk about it. Sitting in my room, I went through my phone, hoping to catch Kiki online. I didn’t have anyone to talk to. Sydney was grieving, too sad to speak to anyone and Jayden was an ass. Everything seemed weird. One second everything is fine and in the next, there is chaos. Finally deciding to go to bed, I laid in bed face up staring at the ceiling. I wasn’t exactly close to Stephan, still, I could not accept the fact that he was no more. A loud scream had me jumping out of bed wondering what was going on.I could swear that it sounded like Sydney. I bolted out of the and headed towards Sydney’s room. At the same time, Aiden rushed out of his room. That means he heard it too. “Aiden, what was that? “ “ I don’t know.” He replied, worry obvious in his voice. Together, we head straight to Sydney’s room. Before w
Aiden's povThe satisfaction that came with pummeling my fists on Jayden's face was extraordinary. “Enough, Aiden, you'll kill him if you go on like this!” Rosa warned.“Maybe that's what he deserves!” I shouted in anger. “You have to control yourself. Beating him to death won't change anything. It wouldn't change the fact that he kissed her, nor will it bring Stephan back.”Truth is, this was just me trying to exhaust my anger, cool down and think straight. Jayden had given me a reason to turn him into my human punch bag, a means to vent and keep my anger in check. Sadly, I don't vent with words but fists.In the end, Jayden apologized and decided to go abroad for a while. Hopefully, deal with the stupid feelings he says he has. I'll keep my eyes on him. Right now, no one's trustworthy.Hours later, the hidden group had come to pay their respects. We talked about plans for the future. Soon, the hidden group would reveal their identity in the Mafia community. I can't wait for the su







