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Quinn . I don’t know what it is, but the moment his hand touched the side of my body, an electrifying feeling from the pit of my stomach came surging inside. My heart palpitated uncontrollably, almost giving me a hiccup. I swallowed hard, trying to control what my gut told me now. I couldn’t see what he looked like because of his mask. Our breaths mingled as our faces came close. My cheeks burned as we stared. I can only see his eyes, and it’s telling me something. His hooded storm-grey eyes surveyed me like a contemptuous bird of prey. It’s intimidating yet longing. He clenches his jaw while our bodies sway in the rhythm of the music in our background. Our eyes locked, and I couldn’t take my eyes away from him. It feels like I am being swept away with a beautiful feeling I didn’t feel before. His hearty-shaped lips were familiar, and it seemed like I had tasted them. His chiseled face, perfect long nose, and neck were talking to me. Have I met him before? Have we met before?
Quinn . "Just bear with everything, Matilde. We have a plan in hand, okay, baby? We will dominate the whole clan. And right now, I don't want you standing in my way." Dominique's voice was deep, and I could feel Matilde's moaning. "Oh...shit," Dominique swore, and the only noise I could hear now in the background was the two of them feasting fucking each other. "A-And what do I get in return?" in Matilde's moaning voice. "I-I am pregnant, Dominique, and I have the right to have you. Can't you see that?" I blinked my eyes and gritted my teeth while looking at the phone screen. A light of hope was born inside me when I heard what Matilde just said to Dominique. . . Is she pregnant? "Just hide for now. I will get Cooky to protect you. You must hide, Matilde, or my father will kill you and your whole clan." Dominique ravishes Matilde's lips, and his kisses crawl down her neck. Matilde moaned again as Dominique thrust deeper inside her. I covered my mouth and tried to control my bre
Quinn . How many parties are my father and Dominique's father planning to host? It seems like they're seeking attention and trying to impress the lower-rank mafia by inviting them to invest, only to deceive them and expand their connections. The mafia clan was informed that they would soon reach the highest level, and even Double X's name was mentioned alongside theirs. Ugh, I don't like this. But I need help to do something. I want to make my move to stop my wedding to Dominique. I don't want to be tied up with him. "Matilde." She looked at me, and her forehead creased. "What are you doing here?" I looked around first, checking my bodyguards. One of them was looking at me, and I smiled. He nodded and stood a few meters away. "How did you get out?" She smirked and sat down. I did the same and sat down beside her. "I asked my father for today. I told him I needed to buy things for the wedding." "Huh, lucky you. At least your father hasn't tied you much compared to Dominique's
Xavion . “Are you sure about this, Xav?” Bryce’s eyes looked worried, and I weakly nodded. “Dammit. Of all the mafia clans, Xavion. Why the hell does it have to be the Langley and Montadamme.” Bryce continued. He stood up and walked back and forth. I am confident in my plan and committed to seeing it through. I have spent a decade preparing for this moment and am eager to see it unfold. “Who will drive the chopper?” “Me.” “Damn, man. This is a hell of a mission impossible.” He chuckled. “It won’t be if you help me, Bryce.” We seriously stared, and he smirked. “Alright, let’s do this for real. Bang!” He jokingly pointed his fingers in the shape of a gun towards me, and we both shared a laugh. We can be pretty silly sometimes. “I love this, though. It’s been a while since I haven’t been into this action. Do you need the boys? What about Reeve? Do you need him?” I paused and sighed. I’ve been meaning to ask Reeve’s help, but I’m hesitant. I couldn’t ask Linus because he is now
Xavion . Dammit. What the hell did this woman eat? Why the fuck she's too heavy? I swore again in silence. I don't bloody care anymore about how I was holding her. It's like I'm carrying two sacks of rice on my shoulder. "Where the hell are you?" I pushed the small button on my right ear, trying to get a good signal from Bryce. He is my lookout. The place was covered in high-tech digital code, and hacking the system took me a while. There were cameras everywhere, and the security was tight. Luckily, I managed to manipulate the ones where Quinn was located. "On your left, Xav, two doors ahead. That's safe, man. I already opened the door for you." "Got it." I wrenched the knob, and it opened. I shut it back, and Bryce locked it from his system. "You have seven minutes to get out, Xav. I will dis-alarm the security cameras for you once you are ready. I'm waiting here on top." I grunt and carefully lay her body on the soft mattress. She's heavy as shit. What the hell is wrong wit
Quinn . "Quinn, don't worry about me. I am too old and soon will meet the judgment of the heavens." "Don't say that, Nanna. You have a long life, and you will spend a lot of time with me in the future. We will travel the world together, remember? Eat delicious foods, and live life to the fullest." My tears fell as I held my Grandmother's cold hands. At this moment, I want to call her Nanna—an Italian slang for Grandmother. Every time I call her Nanna, it reminds me that somehow she's not just my Grandmother but also my mother. I have no one. She raised me with love and took care of me. She's my life. "Quinn," in her rustic voice. She tried to smile amidst all the pain she felt. I wiped my tears and put my ear closer to her mouth. The dose might have weakened her senses even more. The nurse called me earlier because Grandma was hysterical and was looking for me. Luckily, my father wasn't home when I asked the driver to drive me there. "R-Run," in her heavy breathing. "Y-You have
Xavion . "What was happening on the other side of the globe, Xav? I've heard something from Bryce. Although it wasn't detailed, it looks like you need a hand. How can I help you?" My jaw tightened as I looked at the sunset ahead. I could see Enzo's eyes were glued to mine. His gaze was no longer a stranger to me. Somehow, he already knows what it feels like to be onto something, and at the same time, your parents are holding you by the neck. He sighed and faced me. He crossed his arms and studied me. I whirled around to face him with a forced smile. "It's all done. I just have to keep her on the Island for a few weeks until the other mafia will lay low upon looking for her." He grimaced an expression that I saw coming from him. He finally caught me off guard. "And you finally crossed the line. Damn, Xavion Xavier." He sighed, "What else is there for me to do? At least there is something, right?" He slightly chuckled. "I might need your help if she will be in danger. She's fine
Quinn's POV . 'You can tell the time by standing under the sun. When the sun is directly above your head where your shadow stands, that means it's noon time. If the sun is about forty-five degrees above the horizon in the west and your shadow appears on the other side, it's three o'clock in the afternoon. Just remember that shadow is long in the morning as the sun appears east and shortest around noon. It gets longer again once the sun sets in the west.' I smile, looking at my shadow. It's three o'clock now. I don't know if this is the right time, but what he taught me was probably right. How can I forget that? There was this one person who taught me about the complexity of Math, Chemistry, Physics and the evolution of love. . . it was Xavion. Every time I think of him, it brings many beautiful memories. It's a bitter feeling as I regret it a lot. But what else could I do? I was afraid of that time. I don't want Dominique and my father to kill him. There's no other way for us. So