LOGIN"You're gonna let me eat the pusy that's mine, Valentina..." "No," I say flatly. "No, Nicholas. I will not." "I wasn't asking for your permission, dear wife. I'm telling you what I will do." ------------ When her beloved father is arrested on the eve of her wedding day, poor Valentina Russo's perfect world falls apart. Her savior? The man who walked away ten years ago without even saying goodbye. — The Russos and the Ricci family weren't always enemies. For as long as Valentina could remember, they lived next to each other, in peace and harmony. Valentina had always had a crush on dark, brooding, Nicholas Ricci. But when Nicholas is cast away for being a spoilt brat as well as a bastard son, Valentina is distraught that he didn't even think it worthy enough to tell her goodbye. Now, it's ten years past, and Nicholas is no longer the young, mischievous boy he once was. Back to exact revenge on both the Russo and Ricci family, especially his violent, cunning half-brother Cielo, he's shocked to discover that Valentina is engaged. And to none other than Cielo, his half-brother. He's always saved Valentina from Cielo when they were little. And he wouldn't mind doing it again. Only this time? He'll make her his. Permanently.
View MoreNicholasThree days have passed since that night. Since Valentina threw herself into the pool and took that bullet for me. Three days since she almost died to save me.I squeeze her hand, careful not to touch the bruise that's formed where the IV is attached at the back of it.She was lucky, they say. I'm not so sure. The bullet was barely a centimeter from her heart. It almost killed her. It would have killed me. She saved me.I wipe yet another tear sliding down over her temple. She doesn't move, doesn't respond, but she does cry. Surgery to remove the bullet and repair the damage lasted eight hours. She could open her eyes any minute now. Any minute. I haven't left her side because when she does, I need her to see me. To know I'm here for her.Horatio brought me a change of clothes. I showered here, in the bathroom in her hospital room, exactly once. I've smelled better. I won't leave her side, though.I brush her hair away from her face then slip my hand around hers."I'm thinking
ValentinaThe last face I see is Nicholas's. The last sound I hear is his. Even the cold doesn't bother me more than a few moments, not after the tearing, searing pain. But that physical agony, it's nothing to what I feel when I see Nicholas's face. When I hear him say my name over and over again. Because I know what it means.He's always rescuing me.He rescued me in this very pool once a long time ago. The night I fell in love with him.He would die for me.I would die for him, too.Did he know that before? Does he know it now?I wish I could say it. I wish I could look into his eyes just one more time. Feel his arms around me. Feel the safety of his embrace. That is the agony, that I cannot. That all I can do is watch from above, removed, my body lying still on those blood-stained stones, him trying to make me breathe. Him screaming for me to breathe. His tears falling on my face too late to warm me. Too late.-------------------------------NicholasIt takes four sets of arms to d
NicholasI'm closer now—still too far to disarm him and get to her if he shoves her into the pool, but closer."Oh, I'm not unhappy but honestly, I stopped caring about Sullivan Ricci a while ago.""That so? Change of heart?"I look at V who is looking up at me, eyes wide. I nod. "Yeah. Let her go, Cielo. She has nothing to do with this. This is between you and me. It's always been between you and me.""Yeah, but here's the thing. I kill you and," he shrugs a shoulder, "it's done. Over. Boring. But hey, I'm going to give you one more opportunity to rescue her. In about one second, Tina here is going to go for a swim. And I'm going to start shooting when she does. If you're already in the pool, you have a chance to save her. I'll even give you a head start getting her out before I shoot. If not, well, I guess you'll have her blood on your hands. Now get in the motherfucking pool." He sets his dirty shoe on Valentina's back readying to push her in.I hold up my hands. "Tell me something
NicholasCan she swim yet, bro? We'll finish this where it started.I read the texts over and over again and I know he's not here. He's not at the brownstone. Not anymore. This started in Sinistral. He's taking her back there. Back to the place I hate.I reverse out of the street, tires screeching as I swerve to merge into traffic. I shouldn't have left her alone. But how did he know where she was? And how did he get past Hamish?Those questions don't matter, not now.I blow through so many red and yellow lights, I can't count them. The road is slick with what has become a mix of freezing rain and wet, heavy snow, and it's worse in Sinistral. It's always worse in Sinistral.I pass the hotel on my way to the darker, lonelier streets of the wealthier neighborhood, the larger homes, some gated, spaced farther apart, offering too much privacy. If I call the police, tell them Cielo kidnapped Valentina, would they go to the Ricci house? Cielo is still a Ricci, and I am Nicholas Hendrick, th
NicholasSometime in the presentValentina Russo, as I have always known has always been a tease.And tonight...she is taking it a step too far.The moonlight shines through her window, giving me a perfect view of her. Not that I need one. The image of her is branded into my brain, just like everyt
ValentinaPresentI unlock the front door of my childhood home. I haven't lived here for over three years, but it's always been home. Now, though, since Dad's arrest and very public trial, since the federal agents trampled through every room, pried into every corner, and dissected every aspect of o
Valentina"What are you doing here anyway? How did you get in?" I ask."Sly's security system leaves something to be desired." He releases my hand, steps away, and I feel the loss of him like I felt the cold coming in through the open door just moments ago. It's like he takes the warmth with him, t
ValentinaA light goes on in the cottage and I jump, remembering how he'd caught me watching them that first day when they all moved in. What he'd said to me, his cryptic message to a twelve-year-old girl:Some things are better left unknown.Thinking back on it now, it's like he was reading my fut












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