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Mrs Cruz [BOOK 2] Chapter 65
EmilianaI could hear the distinct sound of voices traveling through the darkness. Words were mumbled, jumbled into sentences I couldn’t quite make out. It was the wave of nausea that awoke me, dragging me to a conscious state and thrusting me into bright lights and agony.“Em!” Giovanni’s voice called to me, and when I blinked and turned my head, his green eyes brought me down to reality. They were red rimmed and tired, a torrent of emotions played on his face as he leaned forward and kissed my head and in my confused state, I couldn’t understand why.I let my gaze wander. My eyes focused on the minute details around me.A white room. Monitors. The incessant beep. The wires.And all I felt was white hot pain shooting through my stomach.“Gio?”I felt him grip my hand, his face solemn and pained, like he had lost everything in the blink of an eye.I could only vaguely remember what had happened. I remembered seeing my mother. I remembered parts of my conversation with my father, and
Mrs Cruz [BOOK 2] Epilogue
EmilianaIt had been five years since I had last seen him. Five years since Giovanni last told me he loved me, kissing me with everything he had.It was hard on both of us, knowing we had to part once more and the more we spoke that night, the harder it became. Neither one of us wanted to leave with bad memories–despite losing Vinnie–so he held me, promising the following two days would be filled with happiness.It was a promise I was all too happy for him to break because I understood why he did it. I respected him even more for leaving in the dead of night, while I fell asleep with our son beside us. It can’t have been easy for him, in fact I knew it wouldn't have been. He had lost so much in one night, and walking away from the only thing he had left would have broken him.I put on a brave face, the same one I had painted on for the last five years, even though it killed me.Five years was a long time to pretend that the father of your child didn’t exist, but the truth was so much
Mrs Cruz [BOOK 2] Chapter 1
EmilianaTears fell from my eyes as I read the letter word for word. I read it over and over until I had memorised it. I sniffed back the tears that rolled down my cheeks, wiping them with the back of my arm.All my feelings came flooding back to me, just when I thought I was moving on, moving forward with my life, I was knocked backwards.A shadow suddenly cast over me, blocking the sun that beamed overhead. I knew from the shape and the way the figure held himself that it was the last person I wanted to see.I looked up, choking on my tears as the green eyes gazed down at me deeply. He held a hand in front of me, just like he had done so many times before.“Principessa.”
Mrs Cruz [BOOK 2] Chapter 2
GiovanniIt wasn’t in my nature to walk away from things, especially Emiliana but I had no choice, it was the only way to ensure her safety. Having already snuffed out one Verdi, the Castellano’s wanted them finished. That was my price for Emiliana’s safety and I knew she would be taken care of. My father had assured me of that one thing.Keeping in touch with him over the past two months had made things easier for me, but I knew Emiliana had taken things a lot harder. Every update from my father proved that she hadn’t read my letter, either through sheer stubbornness or for lack of knowing it was there. I didn’t need to ask my father for that confirmation, nor did I want to. She needed to do it on her own, maybe then she would have understood why I didn’t go back with her.
Mrs Cruz [BOOK 2] Chapter 3
Emiliana I stared up at the oversized house. The house that one could only dream of living in. Solid white rendered walls lined the outside, with beautiful Mediterranean pillars framing the raised platform leading to the doorway. “This is yours?” I asked, astounded by the view in front of me. “Ours,” Giovanni answered effortlessly, lacing my fingers into his. It didn’t matter what I was accustomed to, I still found the beauty in everything. Even the delicate flowers that scattered scantily in small pots at the base of the steps were stunning. Floating gently in the soft breeze that wandered past gracefully. Vinnie opened my door. I could feel his eyes observing me as I took in my surroundings. My feet crunched across the thick gravel like the sound of thick toast crackling.“Things have changed Chiquita,” Vinnie reminded me as he escorted me up the steps. “No kidding.” I let my eyes traverse the simple gold filigree that decorated the se
Mrs Cruz [BOOK 2] Chapter 4
Emiliana“So you’re still not talking to your father?” Giovanni spoke against my head, his voice raspy having just woken up. My head was pressed against his bare chest while I traced the lines of ink beside me.“I think you know the answer to that.” I croaked back. Despite my cold response, Giovanni continued to trail his fingertips up and down my spine sending excited shivers along my skin.It was these moments that I lived for. These intimate moments of happiness that had you soaking up the bliss.“Stay with me.” Giovanni muttered against my skin causing me to look up in adoration at him. “I’ll sort everything out, I just want you here.”I
Mrs Cruz [BOOK 2] Chapter 5
EmilianaIt wasn’t until the gates came into view that I felt the seeping wave of nausea wash through me. I hadn’t spoken to my father in months and this would be the first time I would be initiating the conversation.I had a plan though. Get through the majority of my mother’s party, making niceties if I have to, then I would speak to my father.I wrung my hands in my lap, my eyes taking in each perfectly trimmed hedges and blades of grass.“Principessa,” Giovanni’s sweetness broke my worried thoughts, offering me his strength and support with a squeeze of his hand.I cupped his cheek with my palm running over the sharpness of his jaw.
Mrs Cruz [BOOK 2] Chapter 6
GiovanniI knew Emiliana’s father wouldn’t be pleased to see me. Our last conversation wasn’t what I would have called amicable. It mostly consisted of him calling me a traitor, promising he would ruin me if I ever stepped foot in New York City again and threatening pretty much anything and everything he could think of.I had already called him out on what he had done to his daughter. Granted. Originally I had only called to ask if he would talk to her. I knew she was hurting and from what my own father had updated me on, she was reluctant to be the first to speak to Emilio.The conversation had quickly grown out of hand and I felt like I was having deja vu. The familiar conversation that we had once had in his study reared its head and he was yet again telling me not to tell hi
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