"Is it really necessary for a wheelchair?" Phoebe moans as I wheel her out of the hospital. "Are you not supposed to be grateful for going home?" I retort. "No, it was fun in the hospital." She looks back up at me, pulling a face. "And there was a hot male nurse who gave me foot massages." "Wow, they really gave you the royal treatment." "All thanks to your boyfriend." She chuckles. "Have you given up the goods yet? I was thinking you shouldn't keep him on his toes and on edge. We might get a luxury vacation next." I don't know if she's being serious or mocking me, but I don't ask because Enzo is already waiting out front. Alessandro and I have reached some sort of impasse. I haven't brought the fact back up that he has eyes on me at all times, but I'm still not satisfied with it. He did promise to give me some space when Phoebe gets discharged. Then there's still the little fact that I haven't told him about the football game yet, I can already see his face when he hears

"Is he the only one?" The question hangs in the air amongst the three of us and Phoebe looks nervously at me through tear-filled eyes. "I do not, nor will I ever regret killing John Campbell." I tell Alessandro. "He preyed on innocent children and when he got the chance, he raped my sister, so I did society a favor." "What did you do with the body?" Alessandro wants to know. "Why do you want to know? So you can use it against me in the court of law?" Alessandro gets up swiftly from the couch. "You're meeting my family tonight, I'll pick you up at seven." With those words he leaves, with me and Phoebe sitting there and wondering if this encounter truly happened. Neither of us has ever told anyone what happened with John Campbell. I had to hold a crying Phoebe for almost a year after the incident. In my opinion, justice was served. Had we gone to the police, they would have done a rape kit, made her sit through court hearings, possibly testify, and relive the horrendous mom

I must be in the twilight zone, or a fucking horror movie. So Raquel Whittle is now Dario's fiance? Did they do a Switcheroo or something? To my knowledge, Alessandro planned on marrying the spoilt, rich princess for a business deal, but now she's marrying Dario instead. Gabby fawns over Raquel as well, who is eating up the attention and talking about wedding venues and dresses. Is this the same bitch who was highly upset that I "stole" Alessandro from her? Because she sounds extremely happy to marry Dario now, one would say they've been in love for ages the way she's pretending. Yeah, maybe this rich and famous life is not for me, not with all this fake shit going around. "Your fangs are showing." A male voice chuckles in my ear and I turn around to look in the mischievous eyes of Dario Moretti. He looks so much like Alessandro up close, yet so different. Where Alessandro is always serious or dominating, Dario seems fun and playful with a naughty twinkle in his eye. He's dre

The mood is different between us than at other times. Usually, we're fighting or arguing about something, we get all hot and bothered and some sexual act happens. Acts I really enjoyed, if I might add. This time there's no arguing. We're not fighting about me talking to another guy or him being too invasive. I don't object when he drives to his place, I send a text to Phoebe and Sammy telling them I won't be coming home tonight. I know exactly what will happen tonight. The black car follows us into Alessandro's private garage, I notice that there's another guy sitting next to Enzo. When they get out, I also notice that he's not remotely as built as Enzo, but there's an evil gleam in his eyes and I wonder who the hell he is. And again, why would Alessandro need extra security? Is his life in danger? What else is he not telling me? I don't ask him, though. Because that will most certainly spoil the peace we're enjoying right now. "My mom likes you." He takes my hand as we walk

"I know something is bothering you, so just spit it out." Sammy sighs and puts the textbook she was holding down on the kitchen counter. "I'm worried about you, okay?" She says softly. I can't exactly blame her for feeling the way she does. I'm worried about myself. If whoever can run Dario off the road, gets into the apartment to get a message across, what else are they not capable of doing? What if someone hurts Phoebe or Sammy? All for some stupid business deal? I don't know if I should be mad or impressed with Alessandro right now. He knows what he wants and goes after it. "I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself." Yeah, I don't know how much I believe those words after my freak-out last night. It had nothing to do with the guy either, but everything about me not having control over the situation. I've been asking myself if all of this is worth it just to be with Alessandro. And the answer is yes. Damn him! I would rather feel alive and in danger than go back t