"The man who did this, do you remember his face?" Elliot asked with a frown. I shook my head."I didn't get time to memorise it. I was just so scared and he kept hitting me and I was so powerless," I said sadly."Hey," Elliot said turning my face to his. "You are not powerless. You seem like a very strong and independent woman.""Thanks Elliot," I said with a small smile.Gag much."No problem. I just wish I had gotten there in time. What were you doing in the hallway?""I was looking for you. After you left, I got bored quickly and... I've never met someone like you Elliot. You just make things so much easier," I said sliding my hand onto his where it rested on the couch. He entwined our fingers and gave me a soft smile.Don't pull away."I'm sorry. I feel like this is all my fault," Elliot said sighing."Oh no. Don't blame yourself," I said quickly but Elliot glanced away from me. Despite the way my body was repulsed, I put my hand on his cheek and turned him to face me. "You saved
Never in my life had I been rendered speechless like I was at this moment. My mouth opened and closed, no sound leaving it while my eyes were glued to Vittore's dark ones. He looked at me waiting, calmly, patiently. I knew anger shimmered behind his cold gaze but why?The hits Maddox gave me were necessary, hell I even asked for them. I didn't think Vittore would care for the damage on my face or ask how I got them. I hadn't prepared for this moment.I wasn't prepared.Since the "safe house" I had been trained to be ready for anything. Kidnapped by the U.S government, I could escape. Left stranded in a desert, I could survive. Abandoned in Antartica, I could live. Strapped to a chair with a bomb, I could save my life. Stranded on an island, I could get back. Bound and anchored to the bottom of the sea, I could free myself.But never in those 4 years was I prepared for the intense gaze of a man by the name of Vittore. Never in those 4 years was I prepared for the warmth of his hands on
I pulled on sneakers as fast as I could and grabbed my phone, running out of the house. "Dalia!" I heard my dad scream. "Coming!" I replied running down the hall, past my sister and brother's rooms. My dad wanted to take me somewhere. He said it was a surprise for just me since he wasn't around for my 14th birthday yesterday. My mom and siblings had been told to stay despite my siblings' protests. My mom on the other hand was fine with me leaving. She said I had finally grown up to be useful in this family. As the last born, that meant so much to me. My sister who was 16 and brother who was 19 had always overshadowed me. It was my time to shine.My phone buzzed in my hands and I checked the message. It was from my best friend Violet. Even though I was the daughter of Andre Gates, the tech multi-millionaire in Mazadora town, she still treated me like no one did. Like I was a normal human being.Violet: Ready for tomorrow?We were having a picnic party of sorts at my school. Violet a
I slipped in and out of consciousness. My mind was foggy and my body numb. I slowed my breathing and relaxed as much as I could. Slowly, my body got feeling again as my mind cleared. I was lying on my side, my arms and legs bound. There was a cloth tied in my mouth and a bag thrown over my head. Judging by the weird heat at both sides of my legs and somewhere near my back, I would say there were three people with me. I was sleeping on a cold metal surface and I could just tell we were in a car or van.The feeling was like déjà vu. It's been so long since I had been in a car. At that moment, it was sort of a bittersweet feeling but that disappeared when I wondered where I was being taken. They never took people out of the "safe house" unless they were going to be killed. I tried not to move or draw attention to myself. They thought I was asleep. That was good. For a blissful moment, I thought I could escape. For a moment, I had hope that was bad. Very very bad. I had never felt hopefu
The room was quiet as Vittore looked over my body with his pitch black eyes. I was in a dirty and tattered t-shirt and shorts that were a little too big on me so I had tied them at my waist. He gave nothing away. No sign that he would keep me, which I silently begged him to, and no sign that he would sell me. I hated not being able to read him. I could read everyone in this room. Matteo was tapping his side, he was nervous. The guards' eyes were glancing at me from time to time, they were curious. I was kneeling on the floor, my body motionless. I was dead inside. Had been since the "safe house" will be for the rest of my life. There are just some things you go through and never come back the same."I'll take her on one condition," Vittore finally stated. A wager. Smart. "What is it?" His father asked. "Give me my mother," Vittore stated calmly and Matteo chuckled. "No," he responded and Vittore easily pulled a gun from his waist and pointed it at his father's head."I'm not here t
I brushed some hair out of my face as I followed Vittore. I wanted to stop and admire the dark décor around me but I knew now wasn't the time. Vittore pushed open two dark cherry doors and we walked into a huge room. There was a big circular desk in the middle surrounded by chairs and flat screen tvs along the walls. If I didn't know any better, I would say this was a war room. Vittore moved to the head of the table and tapped it and the sleek black surface lit up. A tv in a table? Since when?I tried to remember anything of the sort before I left four years ago but came up blank. The world really had progressed since then. I wasn't all that bad. I knew how to hack and code. Vittore ignored both his mother and I who soon decided to leave the room. She left me inside with Vittore. Not long after, the door was pushed open and a girl about Vittore's age walked in. She had long dark brown hair and brown eyes similar to my own. She was short and petite, her heart shaped face and cute butto
The nerve of that freaking Italian. I paced around my room, completely restless. I was in the office with Vittore just moments ago and I knew that I needed to leave his mansion as soon as possible. The longer I stayed here, the more time it gave Vittore to figure out who and what I actually was. By mentioning my code name, The Jade Scythe, I knew he was close to figuring everything out. I wasn't going to be around when he did.I was leaving tonight. As soon as the sun set and this estate was basked in shadows, I was taking my leave. I didn't have much with me to help sneak out but I was crafty. Walking to the window, I peeled back the curtain and watched the guards below.* * *Night had fallen and it was my time to make a break for it. I'd been watching the guards all day, learning their shift times. I had to hand it to him, Vittore was smart. The times were never the same. Sometimes they would take an hour's break, then fifteen minutes, then half an hour, back to fifteen then the h
I took off the hoodie and slipped on the big black t shirt I stole from the guard, throwing the hoodie in a bin. I had been running for a long time and reached the busy city faster than I thought I would. I held my hair up as I walked through the noisy crowd. My eyes couldn't help but look all around. There was so much that had changed. I still had no clue where I was nor what I was going to do next but I wasn't worried much. The gun tucked in my leggings under the big shirt had only eight bullets left. It would be enough incase Vittore sent someone for me. I made my way to the subway station, looking at the map. I was in a city called Las Pavita. I remembered I used to live in a place called Santa Pores and searched the map for that area. I had to finish the damn promise I made to myself. As I was searching, a hand landed on my back and I was turned around, a punch landing on my cheek. I stumbled back in surprise but before I could retaliate, hands grabbed me from behind and I was