The Offer: Love Me - Hate Me

Danielle - 7 years ago “I’m glad that you are feeling alright.” The man I call uncle is sitting at my hospital bed with worry still glazing over his eyes.My throat hurts as I move my dry lips to speak. “Thank you, zio.”“What were you thinking?” He whispers as he leans in, shaking his head. “Your father would have been absolutely destroyed by this.”My father.Like he cares for anything going on in my life. Marco Scamarcio isn’t a man someone like me would expect to find nearly crying at her hospital bed. But my father was one of his trusted soldiers, so I guess this gets me a bit of a special treatment.I don’t remember much of last night, but I remember that I took as many drugs as I could, breaking one of the rules Giovanni had imposed on me.I took them alone.Without even notifying him.I remember that I didn’t want to overdose. But of course, nobody believes me. Why should they?I simply wanted to drown the pain that I felt, cancel the feeling he left on my skin, and go out

DanielleGetting in my car, trying to seem as unbothered as possible, I wave at my friends with a smile before we all drive away in our respective directions. As I arrive home, I park my car on the side of a field adjoining our house. Seeing the disgrace that we are, we live rather comfortably in a one-story house with a little bit of privacy, due to the fields that surround the house. It surely isn’t Buckingham Palace, but I don’t think we would be able to live in so much luxurious space rather than in a rat hole if it wasn‘t for the Bosses grace. He is granting my family this as well as a little pocket money as long as my father keeps his mouth shut in prison. My father was one of the territory’s high-ranked soldiers and would clearly dispose of some information that would have the Boss bathing in cold sweat. My brother, on the other hand, is a good for nothing. A little delinquent mastered in robbing people's houses and even a bank or two. But he is not particularly on the b

Danielle I open and close my mouth repeatedly before finding the right words. “I’ve been having quite a few arguments with my mom. And Giulio got out of prison just a few weeks ago. It’s always a bit tense when he is around.” I take a deep breath before waving a hand in front of me dismissively. “But it’s nothing I can’t handle. Really!” Giovanni draws his brows together while listening to me and pushes out a deep sigh as I finish. “Your father was a good man! He was one of the few who taught me everything I know. I hate to see his wife treat his daughter like this. You were his jewel, you know that right?!” I scrunch my nose and shake my head. “Yeah… I also remember the big rose-red diamond I had to give back to the policemen who searched our house.” Giovanni laughs out loud, and I’m shocked. It’s been years that I’ve seen him smile, and I can’t even remember that I ever saw him laugh. I take in every note of it, not knowing when I’ll hear it again. We quiet down, and after a

Danielle As the doors slide open, I stare in awe at the big entry vested in white marble floors and grey brick walls, ending in a spacious living room with large windows opening to a stunning view of the sea. “Do you like it?” I’m met with Domenico’s grinning face as he lowers himself slightly to get between me and the view. God, it‘s so breathtaking that I automatically walked to the windows without even noticing it. “It’s stunning.” I smile, nodding, making him laugh. It’s a clear laugh, melodic and gorgeously deep, and yet I can't point out why it sounds awfully off to me. My eyes move to find Giovanni automatically, who is frowning at me from the other side of the room. I try to give him a look that probably just a girlfriend of mine could read, and damn it, he is still standing there useless, frowning. “Well, let me show you the rest of the rooms, beautiful.” Domenico holds his arm out to me and I take it not wanting to be impolite. Feeling absolutely uncomfortable at hi

Danielle My heartbeat skyrockets and I’m just about to face him as I get scared my living daylights out of me as my player gets jumped by some mutated creature. “No. No. No!” I screech while Giovanni laughs, telling me to shoot him. “I told you! Now look at this. Did you save it?” I moan, and he laughs, shaking his head. “I don’t think it got saved. We’ll have to start all over again,” he answers mockingly. I groan and reach to take a sip of my champagne. “This is the worst. Aren’t you scared of those things? I never saw you flinch once.” He laughs as he drinks from his glass emptying it and taking the bottle out of the ice. “Nah, it’s just a game. But there is something that scares me at the moment.” I look at him surprised as he hums and adds, “Maybe scared is the wrong word. More preoccupied.” “What is it?” I ask worriedly, turning to face him. Clicking his tongue, he takes a big swing directly from the bottle before he offers it to me. “That I’m about to go to prison.” I