Gabriella He’s not kidding.When Dela Vin told me he’s keeping me by his side, I thought he meant sending more bodyguards for my protection. However, I underestimate him. How can I forget that he is a man of his words? That he meant keeping me by his sides means he’ll always drag me with him in every place.“ Are you fucking serious? How can you bring me to this place?” I whispered, holding his arm firmly on my side as I gawked at the event unfolding in front of my eyes. Guns and curious stares make my knees wobble as I stride faster. “You’re insane, Dela Vin.”He stopped walking.This bastard did not even attempt to bring more bodyguards than Ace. I am not dumb to know that this is a bar for his type. An underground bar were drugs and death are too common it became a norm.I press myself more into his body when out of nowhere, I heard a terrifying scream from the corner of the room. I’m not sure if it’s hurting, all I know is it’s disturbing.Dela Vin low-key chuckles beside me and

Gabriella I grit my teeth, using all of my strength to escape Giovanni’s hold as he pinned me down to the table. It’s only a matter of seconds after I put the knife in his neck that he recovered. He was too strong to overpower and I am a fool believing I can beat him.“ You did so well,” he murmured. “ But it’s wrong to threaten me, my love.”I tried to kick him away. Giovanni had the audacity to laugh when I failed. Miserably failed from getting out of his touch. My bare cheeks felt the coldness of the wooden furniture and I felt his hard chest rubbing on my back as I struggle once again to go.“ I only did what you taught me to do.” My voice was strained as I remember him teaching me last night how to hold a knife. Because I couldn’t sleep at all, I asked him to teach me how to fight.“ To others,” he emphasized. “ I did not teach you how to kill me.”I frowned hearing the distrust in his voice. He sounded like being killed in my hands is the worst thing to happen in his life. It’

Gabriella I took my time drinking the wine my mother has offered me. She looks agitated seating on the other couch while I was busy looking around. This is the first time I have stepped foot inside of Santoro’s mansion after I was sold to Giovanni.My mother made sure I was properly dispatched after they get what they want. With Giovanni’s power and influence, they can live in peace. But people with sins don’t live in peace. They like to pretend that everything is going well. Live each day plastering fake tranquility. Walking each street with a pretentious glare of denial of what they had done. No one is truly pure in nature. Everyone is hiding. From the world. Sometimes, from themselves.“ Does your husband know you are spending the night here?” My mother, Felicia, asked me.Maybe it was the cold that made her voice tremble but it didn’t make sense to me. She was never a loving mother who would ask me anything. I lived a life where I was given everything. Except the attention of my

Giovanni Kenzo didn’t move when I punctured his left thigh. A sharp scream echoes along the thick walls of the basement when I withdrew the long knife out of his flesh. Waterfall, it was told, fresh blood comes out rushing in the ground.“ Fucking hell, Dela Vin!” His voice was strained with pain. “ Motherfucker!”The door to the basement open and Ace stepped in, a deadpan look in his expression. I was disappointment because for once, I thought he will stop me from hurting Kenzo. But, he didn’t. Instead, Ace stayed in the doorway, mirroring my expression.Kenzo grunts. “ You told me I can do whatever I want with the Santoro’s!” He tried to struggle out of the cuff in his hands but I made sure he was genuinely bondage in the old metal chair. “ Fucking piece of shit,” he cursed once again.“ I told you to not kill him yet,” I said, clucking my tongue. “ Touch the mother, I instructed. But, you fool, killed the goddamn dad!”Ace started to head towards my direction. I gave him the knife

GIOVANNI She cries out, the sound coming out of her restrained throat makes everything euphoric for my ears. Breathless, I stare at Gabriella’s intoxicated face as my fingers continue to graze against her skin. She is breath-taking. Her lips parted and eyes drunk with an invitation for my touch makes me just want to take her. But, I won’t. I know she is inexperienced and I’m no brutal to give it hard for her first. Not when she is now lying on our bed, almost naked and my hand wrapped on her neck.“ Such a responsive body,” I commented, feeling her skin shiver at every touch of my fingers. Using my fingers, I’m drawing circles on her skin, trying to reach the peak of her stimulation. I wanted her turned on, wanting and eager for my touch. Damn. I wanted her to want me as much as I wanted her the very first time, I laid my eyes on her. I want her craving as much as I am salivating. “ Like this?” I asked, chuckling as she gasped again when I slides my fingers in her inner thighs.She h