ELLIEThe silence that followed Slias's entrance felt like it stretched on forever. I could hear my own heartbeat thundering in my ears, could feel the heat still radiating from where Lorenzo had just been pressed against me. My lips felt swollen, tender, and I resisted the urge to touch them.What the fuck did I just do? Why did I...kiss him? Shit. Shit. And Silas just saw everything. Slias stood in the doorway, his hand still gripping the door handle. His dark eyes moved slowly between Lorenzo and me, taking in every detail - my flushed cheeks, Lorenzo's disheveled hair, the way we were both breathing like we'd just run a marathon.Then his expression changed.It was subtle at first, just a slight tightening around his eyes. But then his jaw clenched, and something cold and hard settled over his features. His gaze lingered on me for a moment longer, and I felt like he was seeing something I couldn't understand, judging me for something I didn't even know I'd done or perhaps I k
ELLIEMy heart was hammering against my ribs like it was trying to break free, and I clutched Lorenzo's laptop tighter, my knuckles probably white by now.His study. Just the two of us.I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. This was what I wanted, wasn't it? To be involved, to know his plans? So why did my stomach feel like it was doing backflips?"Ellie?" Lorenzo's voice cut through my internal panic. His tone was patient, but there was something underneath it that made my skin tingle. "Are you coming?"I nodded, not trusting my voice yet. My legs felt shaky as I followed him out of the kitchen, leaving behind Fiore's murderous glare and the mess on the floor.The walk to his study felt like it took forever and no time at all. My bare feet made soft padding sounds on the hardwood floors, and I became hyper-aware of every little thing - the way Lorenzo's shoulders moved under his black shirt, the faint scent of his cologne mixing with coffee, the way my cotton tank top suddenly fe
ELLIEI couldn't sleep that night. I tossed and turned as the night's events replayed in my head over and over again. My teeth gritted, fists clenched as I went over different, alternate scenarios. What could I have done differently? My brother's killer was right in front of me, the man who caused my pain and yet...I couldn't do anything. And what did they say? They were practically saying he was too powerful to be killed...then what's the fucking point? A knock on my door pulled me out from my thoughts, startling my mind back into reality. It was bright. I blinked in confusion as I realized the sun was already up, shining rather brightly through the curtains. Huh. Time had passed by so quickly. I heard the knock again, this time I was fully alert. I came off the bed as I made my way to the door. "Who is it?" I asked. My voice heavy with exhaustion. "Lorenzo," came his stiff reply. "Come down for breakfast." He ordered, then I heard his retreati
NOIR\NERO She was different. I knew it from the first moment I laid eyes on her. She stood underneath that street lamp, her blue eyes terrified—yet—curious at the sight of me. Something shifted in me...something I never knew was there before. Ellie is different. Her scent, her skin, her lips, her eyes...everything about her did all but repulse me. I felt different around her, more sane. Less broken. Less of the man I was. Did I hate it? Did it make me want to kill her like every other woman I've met? Strangely enough, it didn't. Instead it left me wanting. Yes. Wanting. It was a strange feeling, one I'd never experienced. I've never been with a woman, not in the twenty-eight years I've been in this world...I've never had an interest in sex. The thought of it repulsed me, the women all did. And I wasn't gay like Silas always asked. Lorenzo had given up trying to get me to fuck a woman and not just strangle them on sight years ago. He'd achieved the latter at l
ELLIE They let him go. They fucking let him go. Silas dragged me out of the club, his large fingers wrapped tightly around my wrist as he pulled me through the string of gyrating, sweaty bodies. I could hear his heavy breathing through the bass that pounded across the club's floors. I could feel the anger in his grip, the heat that radiated off him was one that kept me still and quiet, following him without question. He shoved me into a car, one I hadn't been in before. It was a bright red sports car that looked like it cost millions of dollars. He came into the back seat with me and before I could figure out what was going on, Noir came in through the other side and Lorenzo in the front seat. The car's engine roared to life like a beast, racing through the streets like it was its only purpose and all that remained was that sound. There was a silence so heavy it almost suffocated me with the tension that stemmed from it. None of the men were saying anything and Silas, wel
ELLIE He kept staring, making it obvious that I was the one he had his eyes set on. I guess word hadn't spread as the men wanted it to. Everyone else looked at me like I was off limits, a blade with barbs on the handle. All but him. He suddenly began walking towards me, eyes trained on my figure as he approached. I sucked in a deep breath, suddenly nervous under his unfamiliar gaze. I couldn't tell what the man was thinking; I didn't understand why he was coming over. I didn't have much time to think before he reached the counter and signaled the bartender to his side as he took the stool right next to me. He was tall, almost as tall as Noir, with a lean figure that seemed both athletic and relaxed. His expression gave nothing away, and his eyes remained on me. I noted the golden Rolex on his wrist as he called the bartender over. She looked at him with a rather confused but polite gaze. He was unfamiliar to her as well. Who was he? "Whiskey for me and another round of what she'