Alle Kapitel von Craving Sabrina: Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 25

SABRINA'S P.O.V.NAGISING ako dahil sa ingay ng biik na nasa tabi ko na inaamoy-amoy ang aking mukha. Malinis ang mga biik dahil mula no'ng nanganak si Porky ilang linggo na ang nakakaraan, lagi ko silang pinapakain, nililinisan ang bahay nila at pinapaliguan."Magandang araw, Peachy!" Niyakap ko ito. Siya ang pinaka-clingy sa lahat ng biik ni Porky. Bumaba ako ng kama habang bitbit siya at dumeretso sa kusina para maghanda ng umagahan.Ewan ko ba, parang nawiwili ako sa pag-aalaga ng hayop tsaka, tumutulong rin ako sa gawain sa bukid para naman may exercise ako kahit papaano. Nagbabalak nga pala akong maghanap ng trabaho dito sa probinsya para may pandagdag pangastos."Good morning, mahal na Reyna!" Pagkatapos na pagkatapos ng pagsusulit sa paaralan, umuwi agad dito sa La Piedrosa si Zero at madalas akong binibisita."Good morning!" Binati ko ang bata habang nag-aayos ng suman at gatas na agahan. Itinigil ko ang pag-inom ng kape dahil mas-healthy kapag laging gatas ang iniinom ko, la

8 months later...Santino's P.O.V.SABRINA is my wife and always will be. She is my golden sun in a sky that never stopped storming. She was the only breath my lungs recognized and take. The calm in my madness. The last piece of peace I had left.However, Elijah Irving, that old bastard who doesn't even have the Moschelli's blood in his veins, ripped her from this world. Stole her life. Stole my only reason to play the nice Saint in the land of the living.He didn't just terminate her, he declared war on the only part of me that was still tamed and human."He left me with nothing. Now, I'll return a more painful favour," I mumbled to myself, setting up my long, gleaming black Barrett sniper rifle on the rooftop of an abandoned high-rise building. I took aim at their house, exactly 250 yards away.They were having a wedding anniversary party, a celebration that I will never experience. All of them were there: Elijah, his wife, his grown-ass children, and his mistress, who had been his

Santino's P.O.V. A Few Years Ago... They say love finds you when you least expect it. I was at the Scrovegni Chapel in Padua, Italy—not to find love, only to collect a debt. The priest owed more than what he prayed for. I came to negotiate with my shining blade, and when he tried to escape our deal, I stabbed him in the waist until he bled—unbothered by the tourists visiting the holy chapel. In front of God, His angels, and saints, I killed a priest. Then she appeared. A magnetic wave of innocence. A girl with a baby pink scarf wrapped around her throat like a whisper. It fluttered to the ground, and I caught it. "Ti è caduto questo," I called out. She glanced at me, seemingly bewildered by what I said, but managed to smile when she saw me holding her scarf. "Oh, thank you!" It was the kind of smile that could gut a man from the inside. And it gutted me. My heart went berserk. I watched her roam the chapel with her boyfriend, who later disappeared with her cousin behind a co