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Stefano's POVOur first entire day in Verona went to waste simply because of the time that we landed and the jetlag that we went through, so to make up for that, I decided we'd stay an extra day. After landing at some time near four in the afternoon, Camiella fell asleep not too long after her head hit the pillow and now that it was time for dinner and we'd hardly eaten anything, I had to wake her up. While she caught up on some beauty sleep, I managed to do some digging and found a way to keep tabs on Scott. A reliable way, someone other than Mr. Rodriguez. I guess old rivals, now friends, can be useful after all. I couldn't do it all alone because I couldn't be in Italy and New York at once, so while I was here, someone else would do my dirty work for me. Patrick. A favor for a favor. Business went to shit where Mason, Quincy, Patrick, and I were concerned. We hardly traded bills and cheques, we traded favors. Not to mention, Patrick had easier access to everybody in this world,

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Camiella laughed and if I could have stopped the world if only for a minute to hear her laugh again, I would have. She sat on the edge of the bed and slipped her heels on but I was already on my knees, tying them up for her before she could protest. Resting her elbows on her knees, she watched me. "Why do you always do that?" she questioned softly. "Because you love it when I do it but never ask me to.""Who am I to ask you to do something like this?" "You're my wife," I said, lifting my eyes to meet hers. "Sometimes, you need to tell me what you want. I can't read you all the time even if most of the time, I do. When I ask you, you should tell me." "I'll keep that in mind," she smiled as I trailed my hand up her leg while rising to my feet before taking her hand in mine. "Shall we?" She stood up with a grin, "We shall." Once we made it off our street and towards the street of restaurants and cafés next door, Camiella started scanning each one, trying to decide where we should d

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Camiella's POV"I almost thought you were still mad at me for not inviting you to the wedding," I said, trying to get a reaction from Isabella about that. I hadn't spoken to her since she called me a few days after the wedding and told me how mad she was at me that I forgot to invite her. I swore we would meet soon and I would explain everything but Stefano had me a little... distracted with his tongue. "Oh, right!" She groaned, setting her glass of wine down harder than before. "I'm still supposed to be mad at you." Then she groaned again, this time in disgust, "But how can I? You're a newlywed on your honeymoon. Did I mention how sweet it is of you to ditch your poor husband and come sit with me?" "No, you didn't," I snickered, glancing over at Stefano. "He looks miserable without you, Camiella," Isabella replied and she genuinely sounded like she pitied Stefano. "You're rude for ditching him like that." She pointed an accusatory finger at me. "Only for you, Isabella," I shrugge

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Stefano's POV"Camiella," I laughed, holding onto her hands as she poked and prodded at my ribs. "What?" she giggled, looking up at me and blinking innocently. "We're supposed to fly back home right now," I reminded her. "No," she drawled out, "let's stay another day, hmm?" "We've stayed six days," I whispered. "So? Isn't this a honeymoon? We can stay as long as we want." "That's not how it is, my darling," I said softly. "Why?" She stared up at me from where we lay together and moments later, she sat up and faced me. "Why can't we just stay hidden a little longer since we love it so much?" "Do you want to run from this?" "I know when to put my ego aside and run for my life," she said pointedly. I stared at her for several moments silently. "And are you okay with that? Running away?" Hesitation flickered across her eyes. "You do realize that's why I'm here, right? So you don't have to run?" "Stefano, you're here for reasons other than that," she said sharply, "you're not j

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Camiella's POVThe next morning, we were forced to come back to reality, leaving our honeymoon behind when I realized I had to go to work and pick up where I left off. Stefano tried convincing me to stay home and spend the day with him, and no matter how much he denied it, it was his concern talking rather than him being needy, which was how he made it seem. "Do you think I'm going to stay home because you'll hold onto me like this?" I asked, stabbing a strawberry and eating it before taking another one and feeding it to him. "Maybe," he mumbled, keeping both arms locked with mine and my legs tangled with his under the countertop. I turned to him and stared at him for a while. "You're a child." He stared back at me wordlessly and then pulled away. I chuckled softly and linked my arm with his, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. "I'll be fine," I sang, "you're dropping me off and picking me up." Turning to face me, he grabbed my legs and spun my stool so I faced him as well and

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Stefano's POVThe moment Camiella whispered those two words, I felt my heart sink. "It's Scott," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I went completely numb and nearly lost control of the wheel for a moment. It was when the dial tone echoed, that I snapped out of it and stepped harder on the gas. "Camiella?" I called out, tapping the screen in a desperate attempt, hoping she was still on the phone with me. After that, I called her dozens of times but each time, nobody answered, and eventually, her phone was switched off. "Damn it," I muttered, running the red light and making a sharp turn onto the street of her gallery and missing someone else's vehicle by an inch until I swerved past the gates and rolled my window down at Tristin's booth, only to find it empty. "Fuck," I whispered, backing the car swiftly and hitting the road once again as I drove down the street, my heart pounding as it dropped with each passing moment. I had to find her. I have to find her, I have to. G

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Camiella's POVWhen my eyes met Stefano's for the first time since Scott got his hands on me, I felt like everything would be all right, like I wouldn't get hurt and I'd finally be in safe hands again. I had no idea who the guy with Stefano was but even though they were here now and I knew everything would be okay, the uneasiness within me refused to settle and continued raging like a storm. It was hard not to start crying when Scott took pleasure in running a blade across my arm three times at an agonizing pace, but even I had to say, he knew nothing about how to torture someone. I guess he'll learn now that Stefano's here. I saw the fury in Stefano's eyes and I feared that his anger would get the best of him and he would do something irrational and get hurt. My heart sank when without a second thought, Stefano began walking over. I heard and felt the guard behind me stiffen and step closer but Stefano's steps never faltered, not even as Scott reached for his gun and pointed it a

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Scott was still recovering from the blows Patrick delivered when Stefano swept up the rope I was bound by and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, forcefully taking Scott and tying him down to the chair. "You had a lot to say over the phone, Scott," Stefano said, glancing at the tray of knives and choosing one. I watched silently from where I stood. "Did you think you would get away with it by bringing Camiella to my warehouse and using my weapons on her?" This is Stefano's warehouse? This was the torture chamber... Oh, my God. "Let's see, where did you start? Here, was it?" Stefano lifted the knife to Scott's neck but the man wouldn't even flinch. Turning to the side, he spat out the blood coating his tongue and I kept my grimaces to myself. "No," Stefano shook his head, "Here, wasn't it?" Without any warning, Stefano delivered a big slash to Scott's arm. I was so sure that Scott's screams and all this blood would drive me out of there and I would end up asking Patrick to drop m

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Stefano's POVCamiella's eyes followed my movements as I dried off my hands by the kitchen sink and then picked up the first aid kit, going back to where she was sitting on the kitchen island. We got home barely five minutes ago and the priority was to tend to her wounds and take care of her immediately. She was still extremely shaken up and had fallen awfully quiet. I hated it. I hated seeing her in pain and knowing that it was because of me. It was all because of me. It's all my fault. I couldn't bring myself to look her in the eyes, knowing that I was the reason she was hurt so badly, but I could feel her gaze on me as I set the kit on the counter beside her and hitched up the sleeves of my shirt, blinking the tears back in my eyes as they blurred my vision. "Take your blazer off," I said, clearing my throat and hoping she didn't hear it break. "Stefano," she replied softly. "Here, I'll help." I stood up and assisted her, carefully lifting it off her arm as she winced and then

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The way our lips moved in sync and our bodies leaned into each other's, both of us feeling completely secure... There was nothing better in this world than the love we had and there would never be anything better. I could feel the ghost of Camiella's smile against my lips as we broke away and caught our breaths. All this and she was still smiling... "You've got me," she said gently, "I know you do." My eyes helplessly drifted back down to her arm. "Does it hurt?" Smiling, she shook her head. "Not even a little bit." I sighed and tugged her to the edge of the counter before scooping her up in my arms. "Liar," I muttered. Drawing me in with a hand on my other cheek, she kissed the cheek that faced her as I carried her upstairs and to my room, setting her on the bed cautiously. "Do you need help changing?" I asked. She glanced at her pants and then at her black camisole. "Maybe a bit with the top. You can change while I get these off," she said, standing up and patting her hips. "

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