MARKKenzo will be in serious trouble should I find him. And I'll make sure it isn't pretty. It hurt more to know that he was the one that helped her out. If it was another of my men, I would have wasted them on the spot, not minding how long they had worked for me. But Kenzo? I was already having a mental breakdown just thinking about him getting dressed, leading Giulia through the gate and helping her with cash.And fucking hugging her before she left!!!As I raced down the familiar route home, fury coursed through my veins, fueled by Kenzo's betrayal. My grip on the steering wheel was vice-like, knuckles turning white with each passing second. Every slow driver in front of me became an unwitting target for my simmering rage. "FUCKING MOVE!" The incessant honking of my horn echoed my frustration, a symphony of anger against the lagging traffic.My mind was a whirlwind of hurt and betrayal, replaying the scene of Kenzo's betrayal over and over again. The radio played in the backgrou
EDITHStaring at the cold walls that had been my companions for years, the silence I had gotten used to, and the occasional screams from the inmates in the other cell were what I had done all these years. I was the only one locked in this four-cornered room. The first few years were the worst. I almost died from loneliness and silence. I couldn't count how many times I considered ending my life, but the thought of meeting the reason they threw me behind bars was enough to make me strive to live. 18 years it had been...Almost 19 years. Soon, they will let me out. And when they do… June better watch her back. After all, I was in this place because of her.I sat on the bed, looking at the markings on the wall before my gaze drifted to my nails, bloodied and ugly. Something that was once a pride to me was nothing but pain. Each night before I went to sleep, I scribbled dates on the wall. It was the only thing that kept me sane in a place like this. Otherwise, the darkness would have long
MARKNot the exact way I expected my night to go. My steam of anger towards Kenzo long dissipated. The last I saw of him was when two of my men carried his unconscious body outside to be rushed to the hospital. I was mad at myself. I shouldn't have hit him that hard. Though, it wasn't as hard at the news he dished out to me before passing out. Pregnant? When? How? "Shit!" I palmed my face, stopping my endless pacing right in the middle of my room where the bright glow of the glass chandelier was more prominent. I never used protection with Giulia. I never did. How careless! The whores I fucked were better since they knew to stay on contraceptives. But Giulia? I fucking took her virginity. "Jesus Christ," I muttered under my breath as the idea settled in my head. I took her virginity. Then I left her feelings to rot since I was a fucking crazy heartbroken dude who couldn't settle with one lady after losing his first love.Fuck!!!As I paced around my room, worry gnawed at my insides,
GIULIAIt turned out Mary was June's first daughter. I met her a week later when she returned for the weekend. It was funny how I ended up at her house after everything. Our reunion was emotional, with Mary hugging me like I might slip out of her fingers should she not do so. She was overjoyed to see me, that she spent the entire day conversing with me. If she thought anything about my pregnancy, she didn't show it. June was so happy to learn I was the best friend her daughter spoke of. Hearing those words made me guilty. I didn't consider her to be a best friend. It was more like a good friend. Learning she considered me to be more than a good form caused me to feel ashamed. “How are you feeling today?” Mary plopped down next to me on the couch, lifting a brow as she asked the question. “Mother said you slept through yesterday.”“Aren't you supposed to be at school?” I frowned, sitting up on the couch. Mary left for school on Monday morning, but here she was, on a Tuesday afternoo
MARKThere was a ray of hope, at least.James promised to get right to work and get back to me later that morning. I wish he didn't say that because I became too anxious to sleep. Every second of distress pushed my sight to the silver clock just beside the door, a continuously painful reminder that I still had six solid hours before the sun rose. Was this the universe's way of punishing me? Maybe if I hadn't hospitalised Kenzo, he might have given me a reasonable amount of solace. At least, I wouldn't be so lost in the eerie claws of anxiety. I stopped by the balcony's double-glass doors and peered outside. A deep breath followed my eyes involuntarily closing. The wind hit my shut eyelids, temporarily soothing my troubled soul. I needed a vacation. A long one. Somewhere far away. Somewhere not here. A vacation to an island close to the sea sounded nice, but a partner would go well with such a setting.If—When—I eventually found Giulia and apologized for my foolishness then successfu
GIULIAI had just dropped the cup and turned to leave, only to freeze when my ears picked up a familiar voice. There was no way in hell I wouldn't recognize that voice. It was the object of my fantasy. The rich baritone that always floored me whenever I heard it.Gulping, as sweat beaded my forehead, I walked towards the sitting room, as goosebumps materialized on my skin, and my heartbeat escalated. I tried to tell myself I had just imagined it. He wasn't the one in the sitting room with June. There was no freaking way in hell that could be the case. Yes. That's right. I must have imagined it. It could be because of Mary's words. “Guilia? You have a guest!” June called out to me, further petrifying me. I couldn't even move. I stood in a place, trying to regulate my heartbeat as I sought to tell myself Mark wasn't the one with June. He's in Spain. I tried to tell myself.There was no freaking way in hell. He would never leave Madrid, not for me. Yes, that's right. Talking about
MARKCried in the car to the airport, cried on my flight, and cried in the airport's washroom in Seattle when my flight landed.Keeping things bottled up for so long took a huge toll on my emotions. Who would have thought that I was only adding hot soup into a pot, slowly pushing towards an overflow? But, finally, I was going to see Giulia.I'd swore June to secrecy that she wouldn't tell Giulia that I was on my way. And, to my great relief, she agreed."Thank you," I said to the attendant who helped me stay with my bags while I ran into the restroom to bawl. I passed him a tip and grabbed my bags, but he offered to help me to a taxi.I didn't bother trying to pretend I didn't need the help. If he was strong enough, I wouldn't mind sitting on his shoulders as he helped me into the backseat of a taxi, pulling alongside my bags. My knees were weak.I had not been this weak in a long time. I was scared, anxious, fatigued and hungry. At the same time. I should have grabbed something to ea
MARK"Didn't you bring a bag?" June continued whispering as she led me through the hallway and into a waiting room where she made us pause. We were holding hands as I followed her lead."I did. The men didn't release them."She sighed. "I told them to let you through," she grumbled."Seems the instruction didn't cover the bags," I shrugged, quirking my brows when she started giggling. "I love the fact that the men are very security conscious.""Yeah, they are."We got to the sitting room, unanimously severing the contact of our hands and driving a knife into the conversation. I was more pressed than before, an overpowering need to pee making my toes curl."June, I wanna pee," I said lowly, cradling my crotch for emphasis. June shot me an amusing warning glare and whispered for me to behave.She must have thought I was trying to escape into the bathroom. I really wished that was the case. Any moment now my bladder would explode."GIULIA, YOU HAVE A GUEST!"Oh my God... My heartbeat inc