MasukIf my life was a regular movie, this would be the part where the music goes completely quiet right before the jumpscare.Instead, I was standing in a puddle of chamomile tea, staring at a broken ceramic mug, while my boyfriend looked like he was about to single-handedly dismantle a house with his bare hands. The absolute destruction of his office was terrifying enough, but the look on Reece’s face when he mentioned the east gate made my chest tighten so hard I forgot how to breathe.The east gate, Marcus. The big, grumbling guard who had literally just told me twenty minutes ago that he was looking out for me."What do you mean it's transmitting from the east gate?" I asked, my voice cracking as I took a step forward, completely ignoring the way a tiny piece of broken ceramic bit into the sole of my shoe. "Reece, what is going on? Marcus is out there."Giovanni didn't look at me. His eyes were completely black, fixated on the phone vibrating in his white-knuckled grip. "Reece. Take t
Two fucking names.Marco spat them out right before he passed out on me. I’ve been staring at this legal pad since four in the morning like the letters are going to magically rearrange themselves into something useful.Priya Desai, Six years clean record.Desmond Cole, Wife, kid on the way.Neither one screams traitor, and that pisses me off more than if one of them did. The good ones never do. That's the whole problem with loyalty the cracks stay hidden until the entire thing shatters right in your hands."You didn't sleep." Reece drops a coffee on my desk. Black, too much sugar, exactly the way I like it even when he's annoyed with me."I never sleep," I grunt, dragging the mug toward me anyway. "Pull the shift logs from the week before the cabin. I want to know who swapped with who and who signed off on it."He stays planted right where he is, arms crossed like he's got something stuck in his throat.I looked up, narrowing my eyes. "What.""You should tell her. What we're finding
I woke up sprawling sideways across the bed like a starfish that lost a fight, one leg hanging off the edge, drooling very possibly on the pillow. Classy. Real damsel-in-distress energy.The shirt I was wearing smells like him. Cedar and cigarettes and something warm underneath that I refuse to name because naming it makes it real, and real feelings about Giovanni Antonio are exactly the kind of disaster I don’t have time for on a Tuesday.I pulled myself out of bed, wincing at the dull throb still living in my bandaged feet, and shuffle to the window. The sun’s already high, which means I slept like the dead.Rosa finds me twenty minutes later attempting badly to braid my own hair in the hallway mirror.“Bella, you look like you fought a bird and lost,” she says, taking the strands out of my hands before I do permanent damage.“I did fight a bird. The bird was my own hair.” I sigh, letting her work. “Where’s Giovanni?”“Basement, then his office, then a phone call he did not want me
The city blurs past the window in smears of gold and grey, but my grip on her hand hasn’t loosened even once.That’s the part that really pisses me off. It’s not Scarlet showing her face where she isn't wanted, or Leonardo strolling into my building like he still owns the air inside it. It’s the fact that somewhere between the forest, the spa, and the backseat of this car, I stopped being able to keep my hands to myself.Weak. That’s exactly what my father would call it if he saw how tight my fingers are locked around hers right now.I didn’t let go."You're thinking loud again," Mia mutters. Her head resting against the glass, her eyes half-shut."I don't think loud.""You do. It's like a fucking generator humming right next to me." She yawns, stretching her legs out in the cramped space, her elbow barely missing the door handle. "What's the plan, Capo?"Capo. Coming from her, it sounds more like a tease than a title, and my chest does that same stupid, tightening thing again."The
The second I answered the phone Theresa’s voice nearly blew out my eardrum.“BITCH WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? I texted you like seventeen times. I was about to file a missing persons report and then show up at that glass castle of yours with a baseball bat.”I laughed, the sound cracking a little. “I’m alive. Barely. Just had a very long morning with a walking corpse who happens to be Giovanni’s father.”There was a beat of silence, then she exploded. “His WHAT? Oh my god. Tell me everything. Right now, I’m free as hell anyway. Come over, I’m buying, No arguments.”I glanced at Giovanni. He was driving with that same tight jaw he’d had since the elevator. I covered the speaker. “I’m going to see Theresa for a bit. I need… normal.”He didn’t argue. Just gave a short nod and changed direction.Twenty minutes later I was sitting cross-legged on Theresa’s tiny couch, a half-empty bag of chips between us and two cheap bottles of wine already open. She looked tired in a way I hadn’t seen before.
“That doesn't still answer my question why you are trespassing in my property? Leonardo Antonio, My father, My Godfather. The man who taught me that love was a liability and mercy was a death sentence. He stood there in a charcoal suit that probably cost more than most people’s yearly salaries, hands clasped behind his back like he was inspecting a warehouse instead of the empire I’d built with blood and sleepless nights. His pale eyes flicked over Mia for half a second dismissive, cataloguing then settled on me with that familiar, icy amusement.“You shouldn’t be here,” I repeated, keeping my voice low enough that only he and the glass walls could hear the threat under it.He smiled, though the expression never reached his eyes, just like he always does. “I heard you had a little… adventure in the woods. Thought I’d check on my favourite disappointment in person.”Behind me, Mia went completely still. I didn’t look at her. Looking at her right now would give him something to use.
Her eyes falls droopily as she finally gives into sleep, the one that has been calling her since I lifted her up into my arms.I have never carried a girl in my arms before except her, my love, she was the only exception until Mia came into the picture.My head swam with thoughts as the events of t
What in the actual fuck name is this? My face scrunch up into a very thick scowl as I watch her vomit drip down my fifty thousand dollar suit.“Are you out of your god damned mind?” I grit, my jaw clenching hard as my left eye begins to twitch.This bitch always brings out the worst reaction in me.
I am in an extremely good mood, but then when I am not. Humming loudly to myself, dancing around the bathroom as I brush my mouth. Today is my interview. I have such a great feeling about this, hence the good mood. Eventually during the day I went back to where I dropped my bag in the events of t
“Come here you little weasel.” his deep voice roars in anger. Tears run down my eyes as I wrap my arms around my knees, rocking myself back and forth in the tiny closet. His foot step gets louder, the thud tells me he is climbing the stairs. I squeeze myself further into the closet, hoping to dis
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