[MADISON]Instead of letting me go, he pulled me closer, and I felt a rush of adrenaline hit me. I lost my cool, caught up in the intensity of Marco’s eyes. He kept staring at my lips, and without thinking, my mouth opened a little.Then, almost like a warning, he cursed under his breath and kissed me hard. I froze, eyes wide, overwhelmed by how sudden and intense it was. His tongue slid into my mouth, taking over completely.I let out a quiet whimper, clutching his shirt tightly, torn between wanting to fight it and just giving in to this wild urge.When he finally pulled away, both of us gasping for breath, I held onto his shirt like it was the only thing keeping me grounded.“It’s never enough,” he said, his voice low and full of need. He wanted more than just kisses, and somehow, I felt the same pull.Before I could stop him, he attacked me with another kiss, knocking down whatever resistance I had left. I gave in, matching his passion. Our lips moved together like a dance, his to
[MADISON]We all ended up sitting at the same table, but the vibe was kind of weird—quiet, almost too quiet. Celine seemed pretty caught up talking to Marco, and Renzo kept jumping into the convo. Watching how Renzo interacted with my sister had me curious, and I made a mental note to ask him about it later when we were alone.At the same time, something else was bothering me. Violet still didn’t know what was going on with me. I hadn’t reached out, and they probably had no clue about everything that had happened. The thought left a pit in my stomach, and suddenly, I wasn’t hungry anymore.Later, we all moved to the gazebo out back to hang out and have drinks. Marco and Renzo joined too, blending right in.“Want something to drink, Leilah?” Eloise asked kindly.I shook my head right away. Just the idea of drinking reminded me of that awful night at the bar with Hudson, and I wasn’t about to go down that road again.“Come on, just one drink?” Alison and the others tried to nudge me int
[MADISON]I couldn’t stop thinking about that weird conversation between Carson and Giuseppe. The idea that Giuseppe might actually be a traitor was eating away at me. I felt trapped in my own house, my mind spinning. Maybe it’s jealousy? Maybe Giuseppe wants something he was never given, and teaming up with someone like Carson is his way of getting it. Stuff like that happens in big families all the time—too much ambition, not enough room at the top.Come to think of it, Giuseppe hardly ever shows up to any of the Moretti family events. That alone raised a red flag. What if he’s been working behind everyone’s back this whole time? With connections like his, it’s not that crazy to think he might be making his own power plays. Maybe he’s sick of being in the background and wants a piece of what he feels he’s owed.I was so deep in thought, I didn’t even realize how much time had passed until I got hungry. I threw something together to eat, but the house felt heavy—like even stepping ou
[MADISON]The next morning, right at dawn, Carson’s men came to get me. They took me far from the town I was just starting to feel part of. I had packed carefully—only the essentials I might need if things went wrong.Now I was sitting in a formal dining room, nerves on edge, waiting for Carson to show up after someone announced his arrival.I pasted on a fake smile as he walked in, and Carson gave me that smug, approving grin. There were a lot of people around him—clearly bodyguards—acting like he was some kind of godfather figure. Everyone seemed scared of him.Over dinner, he leaned in and asked, “So, is Marco Moretti still being a pain?”“Yeah,” I said with just enough venom. “Just like you said—he’s persistent. I don’t trust him at all. He’s dangerous.”Carson chuckled and gave me a nod. “Hard to believe you tried to take him out. Maybe you’re the one we should be afraid of.”“Even if I’ve lost my memories, one thing hasn’t changed—I still have fight in me,” I said, my voice low,
[MADISON]Marco’s still around—always nearby, even if he’s not right in front of me. I catch glimpses of him every day, like he’s quietly keeping an eye on things from the background. Meanwhile, I’ve been trying to get in touch with Martina, but no luck. It’s starting to make me nervous. Should I be worried? It’s Martina, after all—she usually has everything under control.I thought about calling Emma or Stella for help, but then I remembered—Martina only gave me her number on this phone, and I haven’t heard from her in days. I have no clue where she is. Maybe she’s overseas again for work? She does that a lot. That’s probably it. She’ll show up eventually, and we’ll sort all of this out. For now, I just have to trust my gut and keep moving forward.It’s Friday. Tomorrow’s the day I meet Carson. I need to be ready for anything. If it gets dicey, I’ll make a run for it—I’m outnumbered, so fighting isn’t the smart choice. It’s risky, yeah, but I can’t pass up this chance to figure out w
[MADISON]I walked away quickly, fists clenched, trying to figure out how to protect Marco—even though, truthfully, he was never really in danger. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Carson was watching me, even if he wasn’t anywhere around.The kids were getting more excited about learning, especially with the new stuff Marco had brought. He had this effortless way of connecting with them, and I found myself genuinely impressed. I knew he’d been close to his nieces and nephews, but seeing him bond like this with a group of kids hit different. For a second, I wondered what he’d be like as a dad. But I pushed the thought away—this wasn’t the time.Then my phone buzzed. I had two—one for talking to Martina, the other linked to Carson’s people. This message came through Carson’s line.I glanced at it quickly and took a steadying breath. It was from one of his men, but Carson’s name showed up—probably to avoid leaving a trace.Text Message:Boss wants to see you at the house on Satur