Se connecterAURORA“You should probably go home and rest.” Antonio said,His voice was quieter now, as he lay there with his eyes still fixed on me. A couple of hours had gone by now and I was perched on the couch, watching Sebastian who had just returned again finish wrapping another bandage around Antonio’s side.There was still that metallic scent of blood in the air, or maybe I was just imagining it, just like I was still picturing everything that had happened yesterday in my head.Everything about tonight felt surreal.The bloodied man on the floor earlier. Seeing Antonio covered in blood.And somehow, despite all of that, I was still here.“That should hold for now,” Sebastian muttered, as Antonio gave a small nod.Sebastian glanced between the two of us like he could physically feel the tension hanging in the room.“I’m going to grab the rest of the supplies from downstairs, for what we have to take care of” he said finally. “I’ll be back shortly.”Antonio hummed in response and Sebastian
ANTONIOIt all made sense now that I knew what was happening.My father was failing at the business he had tried to so desperately to hold onto even knowing it had caused my mother’s death.On one hand, I should be glad this was happening to him and I would have been if I wasn’t sure it would be my mess at the end of the day.He was falling and he was going to drag me down with me by all means necessary and that could also involve Aurora in the long run.I leaned back against the elevator wall and closed my eyes briefly.I had to do something about it.The elevator doors opened.The penthouse floor was silent as I walked toward my front door.I unlocked it and stepped inside.Normally, my butler, would have greeted me but earlier, I had sent him away for a few days.Officially, I told him he deserved a break.Unofficially, I wanted to be alone.And if I was being honest with myself, I also did not know whether he was reporting my movements back to my father.I tossed my keys onto the
AURORA“Aurora, what are you doing here?”“What am I… what the fuck did you do?… you killed him… you kill people”I took one step back, my eyes wide with fear.“What?… No, he is not dead”If he expects me to believe that then he thinks me a fool, I thought.He saw from my stance that I was not buying a word so he kicked the prone man who groaned loudly.“But…”“I was attacked. This asshole got into my apartment and tried to kill me but I overpowered him and we got into a tussle”“All that blood…”“Is mine?” He turned slightly and I saw a small knife protruding from his side.I paled immediately, rushing forward.“Oh my God… you are hurt”He winced when I tried to touch him.“How did you… what do you mean I kill people?”Oh, I thought… well, this is awkward.“I was…”The man on the ground moved again and I yelped, stepping away from him.Antonio with the knife still very much in him, picked the man up and shoved him into a chair then he walked into his kitchen and returned with a rope
ANTONIO“You’re staring at the door again.” Clarissa said, as her voice pulled me out of my thoughts, and I blinked before turning toward her.“What?”She snorted softly as she adjusted the book in her arms. “You are staring at the door waiting for him to walk in, aren’t you?”Heat crept into my face immediately.“I was not staring at the door.”“You absolutely were.”I rolled my eyes and looked away before she could see the embarrassment on my face.The morning had already felt strange from the second I stepped into the arts building, or maybe that was just because I had expected him to be there.And he wasn’t.Honestly though, that was probably for the best, especially after last night. I had absolutely no idea how I was supposed to act around him right now.Every time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing the look on his face inside the car. And then his father’s words replayed in my mind right after.You look like my wife.The fuck was even wrong with that whole family to begin with?“Y
ANTONIO“So let me get this straight,” I said, my voice low as I stood up from the chair in front of him. “You’ve been a mole for the police force within the mafia for all these years?”My father didn’t flinch. He didn’t even look ashamed of it at all.If anything, he looked… tired.“Something like that,” he said, leaning back in his chair like we were discussing business over dinner instead of the foundation of everything I thought I knew about him. “I feed them information. In exchange, they don’t interfere with my work… or that of my family.”A hollow laugh left me.“Your work,” I repeated. “That’s what you’re calling it now?”He ignored that, as he took a quick gulp of his drink again.“Why would you even keep something like that to yourself all these years?” I asked, stepping closer, my gaze locked onto his. “You expect me to believe you just casually decided to play both sides and never thought to mention it to your own son?”His jaw tightened slightly.“It started after your mo
ANTONIOPerhaps I shouldn’t have let her go like that, I thought, under my breath as I watched her disappear behind the door of her apartment building.For a moment, I just sat there. Hands gripping the steering wheel, as I prayed that she might just walk back out in her normal stubborn nature and demand an explanation for it all. Perhaps I would give her one then.But of course it never happened.I exhaled sharply, leaning back into the seat, dragging a hand down my face.I had fucked that up. But I knew it had to happen.There was one thing and one thing only that I needed her to understand and that was how dangerous my father actually was. She needed to stay far away from him at all cost.I let out a slight chuckle now, as I thought about how she was the only thing that was stopping me from plunging the knife on the table into his throat and ripping out that lying tongue of his. The fact that he sat there with that perfect, charming smile of his and fed her just enough truth wrappe
SERAPHINAI hadn’t realized how much those two days we spent with each other would change things until it was already over. The thought had been circling my mind all morning, refusing to settle. It had been like that for some time now and had only gotten worse after our confrontation in the hallway
If there is one thing about Julian, Violetta knew… it was his love-hate feelings for Tristan.She had often wondered in the past days why Julian would even be friends with him in the first place if he had such strong feelings about the man but it was not in her place to question whatever it is was
“You better have summoned me for a good reason,” Violetta said, the impatience obvious in her tone, as she stepped into Julian’s house.Julian stood near one of the windows overlooking the city with his sleeves rolled up and a half-finished drink resting in his hand.“What better reason than our mu
TRISTAN“We have talked about you walking into my office like this.” I said, as soon as the door opened up.I didn’t bother looking up when I said it, as I already knew it was her. The scent gave her away before the sound of the door clicking shut did, and it certainly didn’t help that she had argu







