A WEEK to make up my mind seemed not long enough. Three days already passed since the burial of my parents. I was staying at the ravij family’s mansion but I was stuck inside my room. I didn’t even bother seeing the other parts of the luxury mansion they had.I just sat with myself, contemplating the life I once had before it came to this. The kitchen island in our house… was my favorite spot. That’s where I can showcase affection to my family by baking cakes and cooking for my parents. I have always loved cooking. The same reason why I chose it as a career. I was about to apply for a cruise ship job as a chef next month, with the death of my parents… I don’t know what to do next. Would I still be able to do that?What now? Really… I grappled with my thoughts as I walked around the room.I could see from the window what had been happening outside. Callan was in and out of the mansion most of the time. Today was no different.With Callan’s father hearing about the explosion near the vi
CALLAN AND HIS MEN managed to fire several bullets at the white car before it disappeared from our sight. His other hand was pulling me close to his body, my weight on him as I hid my face onto his chest. I could feel his ragged breathing. After firing his gun, I felt his hand caressed towards my shoulders. But I did move. I couldn’t move from fear and shock. “Holy fuck, you’re bleeding, Esmé!” My eyes widened in shock. “Huh? Where?” I raised my hand to check my body—shoulders, stomach, thighs… until Callan removed his coat and used it to cover the side of my head. “Right there,” Callan said. Then he reached for my hand and covered his with mine before he lifted my feet off the ground as he started walking. I looked around as Callan carried me in his arms, some of his men followed us and the others kept looking at the gates and at a far distance checking if the vicinity was clear. “It was a miracle you made it here on time,” he muttered just focusing in front. He kept walking tow
CALLAN’S JAW tightened after hearing the words that came out from my lips. Our gazes locked at each other, not saying a word. Not knowing what to do with the tension rising between us.As silence engulfed the surroundings, I could almost hear my heartbeats in my ears—banging like a drum. What should I do next? Should I add to what I have already said? I wasn’t lying when I said that.Marry me, Callan. Never I have imagined that I would be the one saying that to a man. All my life, I have admired the idea of love from what I see in my parents. Love then leads to marriage that lasts for a lifetime, if not an eternity.Back when I was still in college, several guys had shown interest in me. It didn’t lead to long-term relationships, however, I managed to get to know love in its genuine form. I remember when I was in my third year of college, I flirted with a senior. That was the first time I had known how could light a fire inside a woman—how it pushes you to do things you wouldn’t thin
EYES WIDENED with shock; it wasn’t easy for me to take in the realization I just had. I inhaled a deep breath, feeling the urge to open the door and get inside but that would be a stupid idea. Instead of prying further on the meeting, I slowly closed the door and walked away faster than I ever could. One thing that I realized after hearing the things mentioned in that meeting was, there’s something serious going on and it’s causing too much trouble. They mentioned another family, is that their enemy? Because they were connecting the attack to them. Back when my parents were still alive, did they also participate in that meeting? I kept walking in the long hallways. Looking behind me and checking if anybody had noticed my presence earlier. Gladly, there was none. It didn’t take long for me to arrive in a hallway, which was new to my sight. I couldn’t probably be walking in the right direction back to the kitchen because on a corner there was another door. Would that lead to an exit
Callan’s serious gaze pierced towards me. Still not moving on our position, I looked at him—innocently. But deep inside, I already know I have established an upper hand in this situation. I shouldn’t show weakness and back down at the last minute. This is the only way that would allow me to understand the world my parents had once lived in. Before building our own family, they already had theirs with this organization. “What do you say, Sir Underboss?” I mumbled. Callan’s masculine perfume wafted in each inhale I make. It sent a weird flutter reaction onto my stomach. When Callan moved even closer, so that his cheek rested in mine, still trapping me in between his arms, somehow my confidence slowly eroded. I swallowed. Hard. “Do you know what married couples do? Hmm…” I blinked repeatedly hearing his words. The next thing was I felt his lips pressed onto the warm part of my nape. This time, I gasped. Oh my god. Feeling the heat rushing through my veins towards my face, I didn’t
I RAN to the nearest corner so that I could hide from the people who got out of the room. Without having a single idea why I had to hide and what could be the reason why I couldn’t be seen by anyone other than the people who already knew me. My heart hammered in my chest—thinking about what Callan did and then his words. He also looked concerned. “What?” I mumbled as soon as hearing him curse. Then a voice echoed from the distance. It was Callan’s father. “Capo, a spy managed to get in the mansion. There was a woman who got lost in our room and ran away. She must have heard about the meeting that took place. We’re still finding her.” “Boss,” someone muttered once again. “We made sure no one was tailing our convoy when we got here.” “Capo, Luca,” that slow deep voice of a man sent shudders on my nerves. Everybody got silent. But Callan finally gathered his confidence back and started walking towards them. Each step he makes sounded like the loud erratic beats on my chest—how can
I GASPED UNDER my breath. But before I could see their fingers pull the triggers, Callan moved in front of me and blocked my view. The next sight that came to me was his back turned towards me. “What are you doing, Callan? I’ll try to talk to them.” “What are you gonna tell them, Esmé? You dumb words?” Despite the tension that grew among everybody Callan’s words made my eyes formed into slits—offended by what he muttered in front of everyone. I thought that the situation was serious but not to this point. I was wrong because when I tiptoed and peeked in front of us, I saw the men still raising their guns at me even if Callan blocked my presence with his body. Why is he doing this? Even if I couldn’t understand why, somehow, I was moved by his efforts. Is this how serious the situation really is? Would a diplomatic conversation not be enough to settle this one? “We know that the rules… rules,” Capo Luca spoke again. This man stands out from the crowd of men as his hairs are almo
WITH THE WORDS muttered by the boss—Callan’s father, the men that were aiming their guns at me retreated, putting their guns down. I exhaled a sigh of relief but Callan didn’t face me after the tension was resolved. Everybody looked at me then towards’ Callan’s father… “Let’s see where we’re heading after that announcement, Don Ravij,” a man who I didn’t notice earlier before he was hidden at the back spoke. I could look at his face so well, but I saw him holding a cane. “A beauforte and a ravij… sounds about right,” said the man referred to by everybody as the Consigliere. I gulped but I didn’t move. I waited until everybody started and only me and Callan were left in this massive hallway which is just one part of their massive mansion. Footsteps echoed in the surroundings, and soon I heard Callan cursing. “Holy shit,” he muttered, but his voice was low for anybody to hear it. Except me. I felt guilty… even if I admit that I proposed an offer to him thinking about my situation,