"What's another name of danger?! Yes! You thought it right! Messing with us!" "...The Nostras..." **** ~ ~ ~ "Harder!" Her body rubbed against the cemented walls of the warehouse. Her mouth parted in silence as her eyes closed tight. A bit of drool on the corner of her mouth. "Daddy! D-daddy!" Miranda panted. "I got you...." Silvio grunted in her neck as he increased his pace. Miranda gasped as her toes tingled and her legs started shaking. "Come for me, Mia..." His speed increased as she helplessly latched onto his shoulders for support as she felt her entire body weaken. His eyes scanned her sweaty face as he once again looked over her beautiful features. Coal black eyes complimented her pale skin as her brown hair flowed in every direction. She was beautiful. She was blessed with long legs that could go for miles and a perfect round backside every man dreamed of squeezing. But she was not his type. He preferred blondes with bright eyes, with little less flesh on their bone

"Are you sure this is the place?" she asked him worry glazing her panicked mind. She knew not involving legal authorities in her sister's kidnapping would be regarded as an act of her idiocy but she didn't have a choice. Sam had filled her anxious mind with all the wrong possibilities which could result in her sister's safety. They parked their car outside the vacant and rusty old warehouse. This was a place where she would never think of wandering alone in dark or even in...day. But life wasn't always about what you liked or not, it had its flavours. She looked around breathing deeply to only find silence and creepiness engulfing the whole area. Outskirts of the city were always referred to as the best places to murder someone without anyone knowing for days or months or even...years. And exactly this thought was giving her unwanted chills. "Yeah... they said they'll be here in... Ten minutes," Sam said looking at his watch. Sadie was still mad at him for lying but now she couldn't

It felt like something was snatched away from me, like my heart was slashed with her heartless words. Olivia's words were still stinging my wounded heart. Injuries outside my body didn't pained me as much as her words did. He's not even you real father! Was it that obvious? Did Olivia really thought of me as step sister? My heart broke once again when I remembered my conversation with my father. "I love you Sadie, but keep one thing in mind, Olivia will always be my only daughter and I can't ignore the fact that your mother cheated on me. I'm only keeping you with me because I don't want you to suffer due to your mother. So, I suggest you to stop begging for my attention." I remembered everything, every single word, every single emotion I felt when my father said those harsh words. My father. He wasn't even my real father. But I loved him more than that. Attention. 

The surge of anger and vexation cut through the waves of my fear, and I inhaled deeply, taking long and steady breaths to even my racing heart. Eric gave me a worried look and I assured him with a warm smile. I could still sense his intense gaze on me. "I'll be back in a minute," I muttered nervously, slightly pushing the chair back. I couldn't take this anymore. With a deep breath, I stood up and took a steady step away from him and then another before I found myself walking towards the back of the restaurant on my shockingly steady legs. An anxious sigh escaped my trembling lips as I turned around the corner blocking away his tangerine gaze. I was about to open the door of the restroom when a hand clasped over mine before I looked tensely where the hand was holding mine. "Running?" His deep voice wrapped around me, his soft accent hiding behind his fluent English. It should sound ugly because he was a stalker but like everything on him, it felt deceptively captivating, appealing.

I didn't knew how I made it home, but somehow I had managed to found myself in shower, naked and shivering under hot water. I only had vague recollection of events that happened today-Silvio's warning, meeting in cafe, his threat.Silvio Salvatore, a multibillionaire, who killed innocent boy working at Saint. John's, the hospital I worked for.My knees folded under me, and I sink to the floor panting.Paranoid thought seeped through me-was I involved in this in any way.Silvio Salvatore, a killer was sitting at the cafe with me. I swallowed hard. The water rushed down on me, the spray almost painfully hot, but I couldn't stop shivering.Would he come for me?Would he kill me?My panic intensified, and I lied down, curling up in a fetal position on the tile floor. My hairs were all over my face, wet and thick, and my throat constricted as memories