The whole mansion has been tense, I've been here alone for more than a week and I badly needed out, none of the Garcia family has been seen since I woke up and I've healed quite alright, the pain is now just a slight ache.
Not that I want to see Rino or anything but he mentioned something about Grace the other day and I've been curious to ask what that was about. If there was someone I know Rino loved it would be Grace. Grace was also like a mother to me. She was both a housekeeper and a mother to us all and I quickly became close to her daughter Anna, who was also like a sister to Rino. But I haven't seen either of them since I arrived, I really wanted to see Anna.
Someone cleared their behind me and it's Anna. I scream out in joy as I run to hug her.
“Anna, I was just thinking about you.” I say happily with tears running down my face, I grab her hands tightly.
“Anna how have you been, I really missed you.” I hug again but she doesn't move or react, she stands so stiffly with red rimmed eyes.
“Anna, are you okay?” I searched her body.
“You look unhealthy and pale.” She really looks weird. “Anna, is everything okay? I know you must be upset with me but I felt like you of all people would really understand.” I say rubbing her hands softly while still crying. “I really did miss you so much.”
My face whips to the side in shock, my hand moves up to cradle my cheek.
“A-Anna?”
“Why?” She finally says “Why would you do that to my mother?” I press my forehead in confusion.
“Why do you guys keep saying that, I don't understand, what did I do to Grace?” I ask frustrated.
“You left her for dead and did not turn back not even once, the rest of the Garcia family may forgive you but I never will, you broke my trust.” She wails.
“What- what are you going on about, what happened to Grace?”
“You still have the guts to act clueless about it and deny it now to my face, you wrote it in your letter.” She sneers at me.
“Wait I'm so confused, what letter? I didn't write you any letter.” My head begins pounding at this point.
“Just say it to my face, you choose to be a coward now, you really have no shame do you?” She continues to scream.
“Anna look, whatever is going on, you have to believe me, I didn't do anything to Grace and I didn't write any letter to you on the day I left.” I grab her hands desperate for her to believe me.
“Stop fucking lying to me, how could you?” She snatches her hands from mine and my heart aches, I pull at my hair in frustration.
“Okay then, what did I do to Grace?”
“You pushed her down the fucking stairs like an animal you pretentious bitch, and then you left her there bleeding and you disappeared.” I take a few steps away from her in shock, my chest constricting.
“W-what- what are you saying?”
“Take Anna upstairs Mrs.Willow.” I jump at the commanding voice of Rino. My shock filled eyes get locked with his calm, dark ones that spits fire this time. A dark skinned woman pulls a shaking and reluctant Anna who is still glaring at me but obeys Rino's command.
When we are alone, Rino moves closer to me, it's like he can never speak to me without invading my personal space. My breathing is still hard from the painful confrontation.
“Just so you know, you owe me two lives now, two lives Freya, and you are not allowed to die until you pay for them in full, do you understand me?”
“You don't believe that do you, that I would do something like that to Grace, you don't right?” I ask him shakily. He stares at me darkly trying to decipher something.
“I don't know you, why would I know if you are capable of it or not.” he replies with no emotions.
“I didn't push her down the stairs, why would I do that?” I cry out.
“I don't know, you tell me.”
“She was like a mother to me, why-”
“Don't!!!” Rino's loud shout makes me jump.
“Don't you ever call her that.” Anger radiates off him, he hasn't lost his cool since I got back and I do not want him to till I leave so I quietly try to assure.
“Rino I really did not do it.” I needed someone to at least believe me.
“Then why did you run away?” He's back to being calm.
“I told you, I was suffocating and I was hopeless.”
“Lies, you pushed an innocent old woman down the stairs out of spite and then you ran away with my child.” He grits out the end part.
“Those that even make any sense to you?” When he doesn't say anything else, I nod my head defeated as I run up the stairs.
Something is going on here, and I need to badly find out what it is, I wouldn't care if anyone else accused me but it involves Anna and Grace, those two were my rock when I was lonely and solace, they made this house and marriage a bit more bearable for me and on some days when I couldn't breath, Grace's warm smile always lifted my spirits.
I am going to find out what happened to her no matter what.
I hesitated for only a moment before nodding at her. An excited let out a low squeal under her breathe before dragging me after her. Against my better judgement, my eyes flickered behind me one more time to find Rino's cold gaze already staring. He didn't stop us though. As we moved across the room, Lyrah told me all about her wedding theme. Apparently she wanted something fancy and cheerful to the eye so her brother and husband made it happen. Must be nice. She introduced me to the meals and drinks and I tasted each of them in pure awe. I had thought she'd been exaggerating at first. Now Rino was no longer by my side, I felt naked. My skin lit up in bumps as eyes stared at me like they were trying to picture me naked. The men and women in the room were no longer discreet in their staring. I shifted uncomfortably. “What's wrong?" Lyrah seemed immature and nonchalant but she was extremely quick to catch up with body languages. “What?" I breathed. “You're quiet but you've b
That slow trail and darkened tint in the eyes of Antonio Falcone as he stared directly at me. I stood rigid, almost painful. For the first time tonight, Valor sent a flitting look my way. Cold and empty. I let a nervous smile spread upon my lips even though my insides trembled. He stared right at me so it wasn't a matter of denial. It was too soon. Too fast. He shouldn't have recognized me. “What?" I breathed softly, feigning deep pretense of just catching up to his words. He doesn't speak for a while, just stares. “Who's Shantel?" His wife's confused eyes trailed between us, settling on her husband. He cocked his head, as if in deep thought then he turned his body towards Rino. I couldn't stop my fingers from shaking now. Antonio gave a lazy shrug. “A girl I once met back at the shadows club, helped her once.” His eyes turned to me now. “Never expected to see her again." He added. Rino stood as steel as a rock. He did not turn to me. Did not tighten his grip on my hip like
I held my breathe as the figure surfaced more out of the shadows and closer to us. He sauntered towards us with a kind of swagger that looked like he invented it. He had a full devilish smirk displayed on his face. I nearly stumbled back into Rino in relief at the realization that he wasn't him. What was it with this men and their identical features? “The one and only." He drawled out lazily. He was only a few feet away from us now. Slowly he eyes dragged down to me. He cocked his head to the side, his smirk widening. “She doesn't look like a woman who has enough balls to dare try to escape the cluthes of the devil himself but I do see now why we didn't get an invite to your wedding." He spoke to Rino but his eyes stayed on me. I could feel Rino stiffen behind me, his hands around my waist tighten. “It's never branded on the forehead now, is it Nicolo?" At the sound of the edge in his voice, Nicolo’s eyes turned back up to Rino's. Whatever he saw there had him grinning now, a si
It was past seven pm and I was fashionably late. I was aware Rino and the rest of the family were lined up waiting downstairs. I was clad in my regal red dress, my hair elegantly done on top of my head. I nodded in appreciation to the three ladies hired to help me get ready for tonight. They filed out of the room after gathering their equipments. With one last heavy sigh staring at my figure in the mirror, I headed for the door. I went for a simple makeup look. The jewelry glistening on my neck and hands made my skin glow. I looked gorgeous and I was so certain of it, it unnerved me and made me feel good at the same time. My beauty have always been more of a curse than a blessing ever since I was old enough to know they were two genders in existence. My heels clicked behind me and so did the trail of my dress. I drew in a sharp breath at the very devil standing before me. Rino. His dark eyes, darkened even further at the sight of me. His eyes roamed over my form and I watche
I swallowed hard. My fingers felt clammy as it held onto the edge of the table tightly. I don't know why I did that. I shouldn't have gotten involved. The slam of her words hit me deeper than she must have intended. She came running back downstairs finally looking her age in a cute yellow dress, her tote bag still hung over her shoulder. Her brother calmly waited for her to get down standing by his mother's side, whispering into her ears in Italian. I've been around Italians for almost a decade and I still never understood anything more than the basics of that language. He pressed a kiss against her head, his eyes looking straight into her eyes before his arms left her. Andrea looked like the only thing separating her from a breakdown was her son's presence and words. Her eyes met her daughter's. “You be back by five." She tried to sound firmly but faltered. Selene gave a single stiff nod to her mother before walking in front of her brother out the door. “I'll go with them.
A maid welcomed us wholeheartedly and led us into the large Villa home. “Hello girls." Mrs. Martinez had an award winning smile plastered on her face, it made me hesitate. Nevertheless, I returned her smile with a calm one of my own. Micah beside me was acting like she was being introduced to her mother in law. She launched Andrea Martinez into such big hug, my brows basically almost lifted through the roof. I schooled my features, gravely aware of her whole family following behind her. She turned to me. Her eyes searched my form and in slow, calculative steps, she pulled me into a tight embrace. She didn't let go of me until I cleared my throat as subtly as I could. She let out a nervous laugh, her smile still displayed on her face. “I'm sorry, I got a little carried away." My brows pinched. I took a small step back. “Honey." Her husband came in from behind her, carrying a small polite smile of his own. “It's been a while Mrs. Garcia." He stated, his hand protectively on hi