All Chapters of Flames of love and war: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Laura's POV I walked out of the boutique, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over me. I had stood up for myself, and I had come out on top. As I stepped into the mall's corridor, I noticed one of the attendants from the boutique hurrying after me. "Miss, wait!" she called, her voice urgent. I turned, curious, and she caught up to me, her eyes wide with worry. "Please, be careful," she whispered, glancing around nervously. I raised an eyebrow, confused. "What do you mean?" The attendant's voice dropped to a whisper. "You just offended one of the Roccis. They're... not people to be trifled with." I felt a shiver run down my spine as I remembered Stacy's words. "Victor Rocci's daughter," I murmured. The attendant nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "Yes. You don't understand what you've just done. The Roccis... they have power. They can ruin people's lives with just one phone call." I felt a surge of unease, but I stood my ground. "I'm not afraid of them," I said, trying to so

LauraI carefully set down the bandages and the forceps, buying time to think over my response. “Of course I don't but if something happens to you here, I might as well be dead.”“I don't believe you.” He was still staring at me.“Too bad.” I shrugged, dipping a piece of cotton wool in iodine and then swabbing it over the infected area and the surroundings.Not expecting that, Kelvin hissed as I cleaned the wound, still watching him.Every part of me was aware of several things.For one, he was partially shirtless.Two, we were the only ones here.Three, we might still be in danger.“What now?” I breathe into a sigh, pulling away.“We stay here.” He tells me, examining my handiwork. Once he was satisfied with what he saw, he pulled a shirt down and tried to move only the is from the freshly covered wound.“Don't move.” I jumped to help him, placing his hands on my shoulder so I took the brunt of his weight. Together, we shuffled towards the bedroom on the other side of the house.Then

Laura“Widen your legs.” Kelvin ordered from behind me and it took everything I had to concentrate on the faux target he constructed and placed 20 yards away.I did as instructed, rolling my shoulders to relive the tension. “Okay, what else?”“When shooting a gun, it helps to think of it as an extension of you not some foreign object.” Kelvin lectures, pacing around me like a predator circling his prey. “That way, the alignment flows seamlessly. Now, raise your elbows.”I raised them, feeling silly as I formed my fingers into a gun.I'd argued with Kelvin a hundred times to hand over an real gun for me to do target practice with but he claimed that they were too dangerous.I had to first get my target practice perfected before he could hand over a real gun for me to use.“You do know that this is stupid, right? I need a gun.” I huffed impatiently. “We're just wasting time with you teaching me how to position my arms and legs.”Kelvin stopped pacing and looked at me. “Fine if you think

LauraThe light chipper of the birds woke me up first.Or was it Kelvin?I can't remember.Speaking of Kelvin, he's a beast in bed.Just when I thought he was satisfied, he would wake me up in a crazy way and then pound the living daylight outta me.I can't lie…those were the best, earth shattering orgasms I’d ever had.I think I even lost count of how many times I came to his touch.But that was last night.For a couple of hours, I'd managed to shove aside the residual feelings we had for each other but in the harsh light of day, I can't deny it anymore.My lashes fluttered open but I reminded still, trying my hardest not to wake him up.I shouldn't have bothered though because when I turned around, his side of the bed was empty.And cold, like he'd been gone a while.Flinging the sheets back, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, picking up a shirt and pants from the floor.The warm hardwood floor welcomed my feet but as soon as I moved, every muscle screamed in protest.I arche

Kelvin“About time.” My father breathed out, his face impassive.For most people, he might seem indifferent about my return but I knew him well enough to detect a sign of relief.My father doesn't show love like typical parents, having been raised to show little to no emotions, but in his own twisted way, he does care about me.“What took you guys so long?” he barked out.“I had to disable communications to ensure that they couldn't find us.”“Shit.” He cursed under his breath, tapping long fingers on the desk. “Those fucking Rocci's. What's your plan now?”He threw the question into the air quite casually but I knew it was anything but.It was a test.Everything was with this man.According to my father, it takes a certain type of leader to run the mafia, and for him to entrust his empire to me, he needs to be certain that I'm that type of man, and how he does that is by passing out these tests.Which was why I pretended to critically think over my answer.In truth, I knew what I was