Everyone was already outside their own assigned cars waiting for Rain and Alexander to step down. After he was out of the car, he offered her a hand so she could come out through his own door. She hesitated for a few seconds before taking his hand because this was the first time he’d ever done something of the sort. “How nice of you both to join us,” Luigi said in a low voice without humor while Romeo avoided her gaze and then muttered a few words under his breath that Rain couldn’t hear, it earned him a glare from Alexander though because the words were in Italian and it was obviously directed at Alexander. We’re the friends having issues? Once she was balanced enough in her heels, she muttered a low thank you to Alexander and he let her hand go that very second. Well, that was sort of expected. Her palms felt like they were ringing, missing his warmth. Stop that shit! She berated herself. They were at a mansion, not as big as the one they lived it but just as magnificent. Th

Few Years Ago… Yaakov Guerriero stared at the destroyed pages of his research note book in front of him, his expression grim and his hands clasped behind his back. “You’re the person planting these thoughts in your sister’s head!” His last small but thick research book that had not been destroyed was then flung at his face and hit him square in the jaw. He inhaled deeply, his fists clenched at his sides as he tried to quell his anger, his anger wouldn’t do him any good when it came to their father, he had to stay silent just so he wouldn’t be given a much more severe punishment that might separate him from his sister, again. “Father please! Yaakov didn’t do anything wrong, I was the one who asked him to read and learn all about it!” Voila said with a shaky voice, her fear evident in her tone. Their father, Davide Guerriero’s hair was just as long as his son’s, some stray grey locks were on his face because of the strength he used to destroy every book he saw, he was breathing heav

It was a few days after the funeral. Rain had grown accustomed to waking up to the scent of freshly plucked roses at her bedside. Elisa came by every once in a while to help her with some things she might need and they sometimes had long talks before Rain had to leave for work. In the past few days, Alexander has been cold to her…not in a rude way but it somehow seemed like he was trying to create some sort of distance between them or raise a barrier and by the heavens…it was fucking working because Rain was already getting sick and tired of his hot and cold attitude. One second he was nice and then the next he was acting like a mafia boss… Rain hated the fact that she’d forgotten who he was just because of those fleeting smiles and exchanged breaths. A man like Alexander wasn’t soft, he didn’t make friends with people he planned to benefit from. She was nothing but a rule being followed to him, he was using her to set an example to everyone just so they would know that if they t

Not all dreams come true. Some dreams can just be what they are, which is just dreams. Never to change from that state of nothingness… Just something you witness in your slumber and then the harsh realities of the real world pulls you out from that dream world, the beauty—or the fear—of that reality is gone and is replaced with something much darker. The rising of the sun, the singing of birds and, your body leaving the bed.Nicholas Coleman stared blankly at the dilapidated ceiling over his head, wetness touched the side of his face and he silently wondered if it was the dripping ceiling or if it was just the tears from the dream he’d just had.It wasn’t real though, because in that dream, he was more happy than he’d been in a long time. Sure enough the dream had it’s bad moments where he was chased by a killer, an unending circle that made him feel like he would be caught.Then, she was there, the brightest thing in the entire dream, she pulled him out of his dark hiding place

Alexander wiped the blood from his hands with a gruff sigh. Enzo pit a cigarette in his mouth and proceeded to light it for him. Alexander wasn’t a smoker, but at times like these, the urges became too intense to ignore and he had to feel that tobacco at the back of his throat, something to remind him why he was standing in the pool of another man’s blood… I’m the Don of the Guerriero family. Shit. Sometimes, it got so tiring that even the sound of that title and the responsibility that comes with it becomes a reason to feel frustrated and angry. He was born into this life, he didn’t chose it and Alexander would never admit to anyone or himself that…he’d sometimes wished things were different. He took a large step away from the bloody corpse, his face scrunching up in distaste and his eyes casting a cold glance at the now dead man beneath his feet. “Was he the only one you saw meeting with the council members?” This was a spy. Someone sent into his own empire just to watch it c