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Chapter Seventeen
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I sit on the bathroom floor, speechless and paralyzed.“Nana,” is all I can whisper.Why was all this happening to me?I rack my head, trying to remember what the 17th was supposed to be. My hand, trembling, rests against my lips.I hold my breath, clinging to my last sliver of hope. “Nana, did you come alone?” My voice is barely above a whisper. I shut my eyes tight, praying she truly came alone.“No, stupid, of course I’m not alone. Lucas was supposed to come back home to Vivian, but we haven’t heard from either of you. We’ve both been very worried, so we came along with the children. I thought it’d be fun to return to the big city for a while,” Nana giggles into the phone like she just shared some kind of secret—while I feel like I’m falling apart.She has no idea what she just did. I should’ve called to cancel her treatment.Nana is a mother figure to both Lucas and me, and a grandmother to the children. She was diagnosed with ischemic cardiomyopathy—a heart disease—and she’s in de
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I gasp harshly as I throw myself to the side, my quick reflexes saving me. My head whips around to the figure behind me.My eyes squint anxiously at the stranger clad in all black, a mask covering her face. Before I can process anything, she barrels into me, knocking me hard to the floor.The breath is knocked out of me, but I barely have time to gather myself before she pulls out another knife.I latch onto her wrist, gripping the knife tightly as I stare into the only visible part of her—piercing green eyes."I've been waiting for this moment for a long while, Shantel," the woman says, grinning madly through her eyes."Get off me, you bitch," I grit out, bracing myself and using all my strength to flip us over, straddling her now."Who the hell are you?" I pant out, my fingers reaching to yank off her mask."The Crowlers," she squeaks mockingly, and my heart begins to thunder in my chest.She uses my moment of distraction to swipe the knife at me.With my heart hammering wildly, I s
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I wake up to the feeling of drowning, like something hard is pressing against my chest. I can't breathe.The Crowlers.My eyes fly open at the reminder of how I ended up in this situation, my breathing labored and heavy as I pant, my eyes scanning my surroundings to find it pitch black. But the feel of the beddings tells me I’m in Rino's room—our room.The heaving of my chest calms, knowing I didn't get taken by the scum of a woman who attacked me. I'm as safe as I can be under Rino's roof and breathing.My body tenses, goosebumps flare up my arms, and I know he's somewhere in the dark room—watching me."Rino?" I whisper, my tongue pulling out to wet my parched and sensitive lips.He doesn't respond, and I hear no movement. I sigh, pushing myself up to lean on the headboard, but my lower side flares up in pain and I groan out.My eyes snap to my belly to find that I'm only wearing a tiny shirt that fully exposes my stomach, which has a bandage wrapped around the side.How?"You got cu
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I took in a long breath, my eyes on the man in front of me, my shaking fingers gripping the bed tightly as I mutter, “Get out.” I force my eyes to slither daggers at the man in question.Rino raises an amused brow at me but otherwise remains quiet as he saunters out of the room like the predator he was and still is.I collapse onto my bed the second I'm alone, the back of my eyes burning with unshed tears and my heart racing at his words.His coldness should mean nothing to me, but I'm unable to ignore the ache in my heart, and the helpless way he makes me feel makes me hate him even more.~*~*~*~*I wake up the next morning with as much a heavy heart as the night before, and I decide that the only way I can save myself is to start looking for answers as soon as possible.I sit in front of the window, looking out at the most peaceful view as my head spins around, trying to make any of this make sense.I think back to all that has happened since I got here—the accusation of me motherin
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“What do you mean?” Mario asks.“A week after I returned here, someone called me to tell me that they knew about Alfredo,” I mumble out anxiously, my eyes going to him.“You also only knew about just Alfredo, didn't you?” I ask, and Mario nods distractedly at me.“When I was attacked, someone left me a handwritten message. It said my grandson was still alive. I wasn't certain—thought it was just some joke—but your reaction at the hospital confirmed it.” I let out a strangled breath at his words.“W-what if they sent something to Rino too?” I ask, holding my breath as I place my palm against my belly anxiously.Mario's eyes meet mine. “If my son even as much as suspected that his kids were alive, he would have combed through the earth to find them, Freya,” Mario tells me, his features twisting into one of discomfort.“It would be foolish of you to underestimate my son's ability to read people and pick a lie. He definitely knows you're hiding something—he just might not know what. And k
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Rino’s lips remain only a breath away from mine. He lifts his darkened eyes to mine like he’s searching through my soul.My body jerks at the hot, warm feel of his lips against mine. I inhale sharply when he suckles on my lips, my brain working overtime.His tongue darts out to swipe against the sensitive injury on my lip. My eyes widen even further at the act.Before I can process anything, Rino steps away from me, and I find myself breathing hard. My fingers lift to touch my lips.“W-what did you just do?” I breathe out.“Don’t do that to your lips.” Rino’s eyes continue to flicker from my lips to my eyes like he’s trying to rein himself in.He just suckled at the injury on my lips.He watches me like prey for a moment longer before dashing out of the kitchen.If I still couldn’t feel his hot lips on mine, I’d have thought I just imagined this moment.Rosa clearing her throat from the front door causes me to jump.“Help me out with setting the table, will you?” she says with a sly s
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I see it in his eyes, and I feel the fury he tries to bottle in flow out of his body in waves. Then something else flashes in his eyes—fear and protectiveness—as he runs his gaze over my body quickly to make sure I'm unhurt. Then they return to his usual cold demeanor before his head snaps in Anna's direction.She's glued herself to the wall, looking from him to me, flustered and afraid. Louis’s rage simmers a little at her expression before he speaks through gritted teeth.“Do you have any idea what could have happened if I didn't arrive when I did?” Louis asks, and Anna shrinks deeper into herself.“I-I d-didn’t do that on purpose,” Anna squeaks out, and my eyes narrow at her.I'm still too shocked to speak. The look in her eyes when she pushed me was sick, and I didn't do much just now to provoke an out-of-the-spur moment.It feels intentional, but I don’t want to think too deeply into it. She's hurting, and she thinks it's all because of me.I sigh shakily. “It’s alright. I'm alrig
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I see it in his eyes, and I feel the fury he tries to bottle in flow out of his body in waves. Then something else flashes in his eyes—fear and protectiveness—as he runs his gaze over my body quickly to make sure I'm unhurt. Then they return to his usual cold demeanor before his head snaps in Anna's direction.She's glued herself to the wall, looking from him to me, flustered and afraid. Louis’s rage simmers a little at her expression before he speaks through gritted teeth.“Do you have any idea what could have happened if I didn't arrive when I did?” Louis asks, and Anna shrinks deeper into herself.“I-I d-didn’t do that on purpose,” Anna squeaks out, and my eyes narrow at her.I'm still too shocked to speak. The look in her eyes when she pushed me was sick, and I didn't do much just now to provoke an out-of-the-spur moment.It feels intentional, but I don’t want to think too deeply into it. She's hurting, and she thinks it's all because of me.I sigh shakily. “It’s alright. I'm alrig
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I took in a long breath, my eyes on the man in front of me, my shaking fingers gripping the bed tightly as I mutter, “Get out.” I force my eyes to slither daggers at the man in question.Rino raises an amused brow at me but otherwise remains quiet as he saunters out of the room like the predator he was and still is.I collapse onto my bed the second I'm alone, the back of my eyes burning with unshed tears and my heart racing at his words.His coldness should mean nothing to me, but I'm unable to ignore the ache in my heart, and the helpless way he makes me feel makes me hate him even more.~*~*~*~*I wake up the next morning with as much a heavy heart as the night before, and I decide that the only way I can save myself is to start looking for answers as soon as possible.I sit in front of the window, looking out at the most peaceful view as my head spins around, trying to make any of this make sense.I think back to all that has happened since I got here—the accusation of me motherin
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I watch as Angelo recoils further into himself for a second before he tries to shake off the uncertainty of the man in front of him—but I already caught a glimpse of his weakness.And in that moment, I discovered that Angelo was scared of Rino, even with all his bluff on the phone.“K-King,” Angelo mutters, calling Rino by his title.I straighten my spine against Rino, realizing I’ve been holding my breath since he got here.They know each other?“I didn’t think you’d be attending.” The statement sits between a question and a declaration, his voice cold, empty, and detached.“Fabiano sends his apologies for not being present. He sends his congratulations and a gift to both you and your wife.” Angelo’s voice sounds stuffy, like it’s filled with sand.Rino waves off his words without lifting a hand. With my back still against my husband, I can feel the tension bristling within him—but I’m too wrapped in my own anxious breathing to fully process it.I feel Rino’s eyes dip toward me, scann
