_Micini’s POV_I try to steady my shaky hands as I reached for the first aid kit, my thoughts running at a million miles per hour.He got shot. Nico got shot this night. How did he get shot? Where did he go?Natalie's words earlier come to mind and I realize I truly don't know Saint. Grabbing the first aid kit, I walk back to him, ignoring his dark gaze on me.“Take off your shirt.” I mumble, my eyes on the blood patch on his shoulder."Baby, if you wanted to see me naked all you had to do was to ask.” He chuckles and my cheeks turn red in embarrassment."I didn't mean it that way. I need to clean the wound.” I say just to clarify and he chuckles once more. Saint tries to raise his wounded hands but groans instead, his face filled with pain.“Don't take it off. I would do it my self." I say stopping him, tears threatening to fall from my eyes as I stared at him sadly.He was in so much pain but was trying to hide it. “Why are you crying? Silly girl." Saint scolds me and I sniffle.
_MICINI’S POV_Slowly, I opened my eyes, the sun rays coming in from the window lighting the room up.White walls stare back at me and I blink in confusion, trying to remember where I was.Memories from last night floods my head in waves making me smile foolishly.I slept in Saint's room last room, he didn't want me to leave and I didn't have any complaints.Speaking of Saint, where is he?I turn to the other side of the bed to find it empty.He left already?The bathroom door opens and Saint walks out with his hair wet and a towel tied around his waist.“Good morning." I greet with a light smile and he grunts in response, reaching for the hair dryer.“Let me dry your hair.” I suggest, pulling myself up from his bed, his eyes goes to my thigh and I blush, remembering I was just wearing his shirt that stopped mid thigh.I expect him to refuse or ignore me but he doesn't, instead he plugs in the dryer and sits in front of me, handing it to me.Slowly I reach for his hair, running my han
I held unto Natalie's sweater hem as we walked to class, keeping my head down to avoid the stares from people. “Keep your head up. Putting your head down would make them think they can prey on you. Walk with confidence even though you don't feel confident." Natalie tells me and I look up to find her smiling ar me.“Besides, ignore what anyone says. Saint made such a huge scene yesterday so people would talk and look for a while." She pauses in front of a class room and she waits for me to collect myself.Taking a deep breath, I nod at her to tell her I was ready.She pushes the door open and the initially loud classroom turns quiet, everyone staring at the both of us.No. They were specifically staring at me.Natalie grabs my sweaty palms and pulls me with her, walking inside the classroom.Feeling anxious, I keep my eyes on my feet not wanting to look at anyone.The murmurs starts around us and I can feel their eyes on me.“Keep your head up." Natalie whispers immediately.Doing exa
_Micini’s POV_The professor was ripped away from me, his arms around me were replaced by familiar ones, Natalie holding me closer to her.“You're okay now. You're okay." She tries to soothe me as she whispers reassuring words into my ears.I looked at the person that pulled the professor away from me, finding a completely unfamiliar face staring at me.His brown eyes held sympathy and pity as he held down the professor, clearly feeling sorry for me.How was I so stupid? Trusting someone I just met. My stomach churned and before I knew it I had doubled over, emptying my entire stomach contents at my feet. “Are you okay?" The brown eyed guy asked concerned, reaching for me.I instantly backed away to avoid his touch, staring at him with distrust and unhidden disgust.“Don't touch me." I spat, still staring at his outstretched hands.“Micini are you okay?" Natalia asks, her voice laced with concern as she wipes my mouth with her cloth."I'm fine. I'm fine.” I gasped for breath as I tr
_Saint’s POV_“What happened to her?" I ask Natalie the moment the door is slammed shut, clenching and unclenching my fist to control my anger."She-we-I" Natalie stuttered, clearly unable to form a coherent sentence. Her eyes darts around in fear as she looked for something to focus on.She knew how I can be when I'm angry.“What happened was that-" She starts saying then goes ahead to narrate all that had happened earlier today. My anger level increasing with each passing minute.“So you tell me that you took her to your school and you were once again unable to take care of her?" I exploded, my fist slamming against the wall behind her head.Natalie flinched and closed her eyes, trembling in fear.“Who was it?” I growled angrily, doing everything in my power not to let my anger explode.I didn't forget that Micini was in her room, and she shouldn't see me this way.“Maxwell." Natalie answered, her lips quivering.“Maxwell? DaVinci’s errand boy?” I cocked my head asking her and she n
I stood in front of the mirror staring at my reflection, a different person staring back at me.Is this really me?I stared back at the vibrant green eyes feeling both happy and nervous.The dress was a red number — the seductive shade of wine — with a high thigh slits. The back rides low having a crisscross. The sleeveless exquisite dress dips low, forming a V that gorgeously leaves enough cleavage — the whisper of feminity of the woman adorning the dress. It accentuated the curves I didn't know I had, not in a crude way but still looking hot.Matching heels and jewelries adorned me completing my look.I couldn't deny that I thought I look good. And the joy it brought to my heart that after years I could finally look at my reflection and feel pretty. But I was worried about what others would say. Would Saint call me a whore just like Daniel does? Would he think I'm pretty or would he give look at me with the kind of eyes Daniel did. Filled with disgust and lust at the same time. Sh
Professor Maxwell stood in front of me with a sickly smile on his face, his brown eyes glinting in excitement as he licks his lips, raking my body with his eyes. I stood still as my body shook in fear, praying for Saint to come find me.What is he doing here? I thought this party was for people in the mafia? Does that mean he is part of a mafia too?Different question raced through my head at that moment, eyes darting around to find Saint. I find him a few distance away, talking to people with his back to me. “Excuse me." I muster up courage to speak, about to walk towards Saint.I am surprised when my wrist is held, someone pulling me back to my original position. “Now where do you think you are going? I just got here and you want to leave already?” He asks playfully but I hear the threat in his tone. Looking at Saint one more time, I make an attempt to call him but I'm stopped by Maxwell.“Go ahead and call him. Do you think he would care? In the midst of all these important pe
"You are mine.”For a moment everything else didn't matter and it was only the both of us standing here.He just said I was his. Saint took my side in front of all these people and called me his.The happiness I felt in me threatened to burst out as a smile spread from one cheek to another. “What are you smiling for? Silly girl.” Saint chuckles as he asks me, pulling my cheek with his fingers."Stop. Stop.You'd get his blood on me." I exclaimed slapping his hands away from my face.I touch my face and truly I had Maxwell’s blood on my face.“Let this be a warning to you all." Saint's voice booms out, getting the attention of everyone which was followed with murmurs.“She belongs to me and anyone who touches her next time would be losing more than his hands.” He threatens and I see them all shudder in fear, their eyes on me.Something moves in my peripheral vision and I turn my attention to it.Slowly I lose the smile on my face, the happiness being replaced with terror, and I desper