All Chapters of Over my dead body...or yours.: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

We both turned to see Ace standing there with a look on his face that could kill. His bruised body was tense and bandaged up, his hands in fists. “Shouldn’t you be with my ex-girlfriend?” Blake asked. He was unusually brazen tonight, his innocent personality nowhere to be seen as he continued to trap me between his arms. “You have 3 seconds to back away from her before I put a bullet through your head.” Ace growled angrily as his hands started to shake. “3.” Ace began to count down. Blake remained unmoved as he scoffed. “2.” Ace continued. “Don’t you think you’ve done enough?” Blake exclaimed as he pushed off the wall beside my head and walked towards Ace. “Look at her! She’s injured and obviously doesn’t want you here!” Blake yelled as he got in Ace's face. “I actually don’t want either of you here.” I said in annoyance, the pain medication starting to kick in and numb my body and mind. “Awfully brave tonight, aren’t you?” Ace growled, clenching his teeth as he got in Blake’

“Play me something.” She said softly as she looked at the piano in the corner of the room. She batted her glossy eyes at me, making me weak in the knees. I nodded and smiled slightly, knowing I can never say no to my Amore. I sat on the piano bench. My hands were slightly shaking in nervousness at the song I was about to play for her. I took a deep breath, and my fingers glided across the keys, filling my soundproof room with the soft and gentle melody. I closed my eyes, losing myself within the song as I played.When the song was ending, I felt a petite hand gently grab my shoulder. I looked over to see Allegra standing next to me, with tears in her eyes. “I’ve never heard a piece so beautiful before.” She said as she sat down next to me on the bench. “What’s it called?” She asked quietly. “Amour.” I said softly as my thumb wiped the tear away from her eye. “I wrote it for you, baby.” I said as I leaned my forehead against hers. “I’ve never composed music before, let alone for

***ALLEGRA’s GREY POV*** I spent the night tossing and turning in my room. I locked the doors and windows, and even ignored Ace when he tried to break the glass of my window. What the fuck was I thinking? What the fuck was I doing? He’s engaged. He has no fucking right to be displaying those kinds of exuberant and grandiose gestures of love, and I shouldn’t be flattering the thought that he actually means them. I was about to give in to him last night until his darling little fiancé cock blocked us. I almost stayed too, until she reminded me of the fact that they’re engaged, promised to each other for all of eternity, and in the Mafia, the only way out of an engagement is death. The thought of killing her crossed my mind more than once. In fact, I’ve plotted at least 205 different ways to kill the annoying little bitch, but killing your own blood does not go over smoothly in the Mafia. The families run on the foundation of trust and loyalty, and killing a family member would be c

We were laughing so hard that we didn’t notice that Shrinka had been fidgeting on the couch this entire time. “Fuck!” I yelled as I quickly sat up and ran towards Shrinka. He backed up against the wall, and looked at the emergency exit behind him before looking at me with a deadly smirk. “You’ll never find Moskov, bitch.” He smiled, before he grabbed the wall tightly. My eyes widened, knowing what his next move was. “Hang onto something!” I yelled before he pulled the emergency latch, causing me to fly out of the jet. I grabbed Shrinka’s ankle as I was hurled out of the plane. If I was going to die, I’m taking this motherfucker down with me. I watched as the jet started to get smaller and smaller as I rapidly plummeted towards the Earth below me without a parachute. I turned, taking my attention away from the jet as I looked at my surroundings. The sun was setting, the sky was adorned with hues of orange and red. The clouds below me were tinted, and it looked like something ou

…So this is what death feels like. Filled with words left unsaid. Places left unseen. And wet. So fucking wet. … Wait what the fuck? My eyes shot open as a splash of warm water hit my face. I jolted to my side and coughed hysterically, trying to get the saltwater out of my lungs. I was laying on the shore, half of my body still being hit by the soft waves of the ocean. The moonlight shining down on us was the only form of light on the dark and barren shore. I tried to stand up, only to have my arm pulled back down onto the damp sand. I looked over to see Ace clutching my hand in a firm and secure hold, our fingers interlocked as he laid on the beach unconscious. I rolled over so I was facing him, his grip on my hand never wavering. “Ace!” I yelled as I slapped his face. I kept slapping his pale cheeks with my free hand as my heart started racing. No no no no no no no no no I wiggled my hand out of his death grip, and started to perform CPR, using my entire body weight to pump his