We landed at our New York home at 11:50 p.m. and we alighted from the helicopter, heading into the house. I went straight into my room, looked around for a while, landed on the bed with my back, and closed my eyes to reminisce about the events of the past few hours. My rest was cut short midway by a knock on my door. I opened the door, and it was one of Mace's men who brought my luggage. I took it from his hand and dragged it in. I placed it on the bed and was unpacking when I heard the door of Mace's room bang. I dropped the clothes I was holding and ran out of my room. I looked down the stairs to see Mace all dressed in a black outfit. He was giving orders to his men. I went down the stairs to meet him. He came to where I was standing, placed his hands on my hips, pulled me close to him, and my face was pressing on his chest. He patted my hair for a while, raising my face, and pressed his lips on mine."I will be back before you know it; don't miss me too much," he whispered with a

I have been bugging Mace since he told me we were going on a date to tell me where we were going, but I got nothing. It was our first date here in New York, and I just couldn't hold in the excitement. He was already dressed up and was pressing his phone when I came down; he was just putting on a pair of trousers and a top. He looked dashing, and I couldn't resist taking a picture of him. He turned to me immediately when he heard the clicking sound of the camera. He took a good look at my clothes and nodded."That looks comfortable and warm," he said.I was wearing jeans, a top, a cardigan, and a jacket with my signature boots.I poked him "Are you not going to tell me where we are going".He nodded and stole a kiss. I slapped his arm and turned my back on him, sulking, and he began to laugh."Did you tell Stella what I said?"Stella was our chef, and he asked me to tell her not to bother making any more food for us today. I asked if we were spending the night outside, but Mace didn't

I could remember his words from last night when he said I was his. It was ringing in my head without ceasing. I felt happy he marked me his. I turned on the shower and began to sing Bang Bang by Jessie J, Nicki Minaj, and Ariana Grande.I closed my eyes as I hummed to the song. I felt someone's arm around me. Scared as I didn't know who it was, I tried hitting the person, but a firm hand gripped my arm and whispered, "It's me".I would recognize that voice anywhere; the sound of his voice made me blush and brought colors to my face. I leaned into Mace's neck. The morning is finally turning into an exciting one."I thought you left"."No, I went to arrange for a change of clothes," he whispered to my ears."Come, let's get into the bathtub." He nudged me towards the bathe I instantly followed him without any argument.I sat down in the tub and began to lather myself. He peered the sponge out of my hand and began to wash me. It was finally beginning to feel like a good morning as I sat

I lay at his side, my mind filled with thoughts of the events of this night. I couldn't believe we would have ended everything tonight if I hadn't insisted."Tilda My enemies will keep attacking us and won't rest until I'm dead. Are you sure about this?" he said to me while still holding me."Stop already; besides, I'm ready for whatever comes," I said to him. He planted a kiss on my forehead and hugged me even tighter, while gently running his finger on my back. I had no trouble dozing off even after the traumatizing evening; it was as though he were my sleeping pills.I woke up the next morning to find him nowhere in the room. I had many thoughts running through my head. I jumped off the bed, covering my nakedness with the sheets. I had my hands on the door handle when I heard him speaking to someone on the balcony. I went over, only to find out that he was on the phone, speaking to someone and explaining our ordeal to the person on the other side. He was putting on a clean, dark bl

I braced myself and opened the door. I nearly jumped out of my skin, looking into the bathroom with eyes wide open and in utter surprise. The urn fell off my hand, crashing to the floor in many pieces. His blue eyes were staring right at me. I was more confused than ever, not knowing what to do. I didn't know what scared me more, the gun pointed at me or the bloody bathroom and staring right back at me. My heart was racing so fast, and I stood transfixed."Amorino, it's you," he faintly said as he lowered the gun. I heard him turn on the safety switch and drop it beside him. His groan brought me back, and I ran into the bathroom, not minding the broken pieces of the urn scattered on the floor or the gun beside him. I was a bit confused about what happened and how the deep cut came about. The floor was littered with bloody paper towels and spills of blood. Mace was sitting down, backing the mirror, to get a good look at the wound. With his shirts off, he was baring his muscled body for