บททั้งหมดของ Sinfully Yours: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

I'm dead. I have tequila sweating out of every pore in my body and Thomas still demanded we train this morning. Do I regret taking all those shots? Absolutely not. I kneed Alessandro Moretti in the balls, and I'm still high from that. It was fucking epic. The way he held his poor balls in his hands, the redness in his face. He never expected that move, and that is the only reason why I got up this morning when Thomas knocked on my door. Because he taught me how to bring Alessandro Moretti to his knees. I've never felt more powerful. Only now I'm lying on my back, covered in sweat and out of breath, with Thomas standing over me. "You know, you could make a lot of money as a hired killer." He drawls lazily. "I have some connections if you're ever interested." I inhale sharply. "I can't even overpower you, I would suck at that job, don't you think?" He smiles. "But you managed to overpower Moretti. Not a lot of men can say that." Yeah, fucking epic! I don't even feel

"What are you saying?" Alessandro wants to know. I sigh. Did I not make myself clear? "I'm saying we're all in or we're out." I rub my eyes, frustrated at this situation. "It's never going to work." He shakes his head. "My parents have been together for years, my mother is kept safe, and that setup works." "No offense, but your parents are living a lie." How can he not see that? "A lie that is keeping everyone alive." He looks at me like I'm the dumb blonde that showed up with him at the club last night. "Listen, if you want to live like that, go ahead and do it. But I'm not going to be a part of it." "So you'd rather be dead?" He asks in disbelief. "Or do you just really don't want to be with me?" I throw my hands in the air. "That is what you took from this? That I don't want to be with you? After everything?" He turns around and starts to get dressed. "What, you're leaving now?" I laugh. "Again?" "Well, we're not exactly solving anything, are we?" He throws his T

Me: You're still stalking me? The Devil: I never stopped. Phoebe and I are sitting at the kitchen table, hoping to hear something from the conversation going on in the living room, but it's futile. Sammy and Evan are talking in hushed tones, I just hope she tells him the truth of what's going on. I never thought he was a bad guy, I'm sure he'll step up and take responsibility in whatever form Sammy wants that to be. Gosh, I can't imagine being pregnant at twenty-one, you haven't even really lived your life yet. "I think you're next." Phoebe says. I frown. "Next with what?" "Getting pregnant." She says as if it's just a walk to the supermarket. "First I got pregnant, now Sammy, they say news always comes in threes." "You know, sometimes you come up with really stupid shit." I shake my head and get up from the table, opening the fridge to have something to do with my hands. All this baby talk is making me nervous. I'm not stupid, I know no birth control is one-hundred per

I'm knocked on my back by a hard body and momentarily lose my breath, but then my hands feel the familiar planes of Alessandro's body as he lies on top of me to protect me from the gunshots around us. People are screaming, and I hear the words 911, but I'm in that place where all I feel is calm whenever I'm in danger. I feel rather than see Alessandro take out a gun from a holster on his hip. I know for a fact that he's not always carrying, so the fact that he is right now, indicates that something is going on that I don't know about. And maybe that was why he was so upset when I didn't agree to his terms of not being his girlfriend in public. The gunshots subside and Alessandro gets up from me. "Is everyone okay?" "What the fuck was that?" I hear Kevin say, and I'm just glad the poor guy is alive because I would've felt really guilty if he was shot when we invited him into the danger. Especially with a promising career like his. I open my eyes as someone takes my hand and lift

The guy at border control looks from my passport up to me and I gulp. I really hope I don't look as nervous as I'm feeling. The 'cab driver' who picked me up back at home, handed me a package with a passport in the name of Olivia Petersen, along with a few thousand dollars of cash and even more yen. I boarded a plane to Japan without any problems, but now the Japanese official is very thorough in checking the passport and Visa which looks extremely legit. "Is this your first time visiting Japan?" He asks with a slight accent. I plaster a smile on my face. "It is, I'm very excited to be visiting your country." He smiles back slightly and stamps my password and I exhale quietly in relief. I trusted Alessandro to get me documentation that would pan out. I don't intend to be talking to anyone here or make friends, so hopefully I won't be having to use the alias. Apparently, the Russians won't be looking for me in Japan, so I will be safe here for now. Alessandro promised me h