The Water's Edge At Giovanni's Novels & Stories

He is walking towards me and I gulp due to tension in my body. I am walking backward and my back found the swimming pool wall. “What the fuck are y-you trying to do, Giovanni?” I forced myself to speak despite of my knees getting weak beneath the water. My throat became to try and my breathing became difficult. “Nothing, babe,” he innocently said and he cornered me up. He put his hands on my sides and he leans forward to meet my eyes. “Nothing can make my temperature go down aside from you,” he said and I scoff.

“She's my wife, Mrs. Reviello.” The woman blushes and bows. “I apologize for my insolence, I…” “No problem. Could you please bring me a glass of water?” Eleonor replies with a kind smile. “And an earplug, please.” The stewardess quickly retreats to comply with the request. Giovanni looks at her with a cunning smile, “Are you thirsty, love?” “Shut up.” She huffs, finally turning away and facing the horizon through the small window.

"You don't need either. You've got me." She wanted to roll her eyes, but the truth was, she did trust him. Even when he pulled her further than she would've dared alone, not once did she feel unsafe. He moved like he belonged to the ocean—graceful, mesmerizing, completely in control. When hunger finally gnawed at her stomach, she suggested they surface. She reached the shore first, wringing out her hair as droplets caught the sunlight like scattered gems. Glancing back, she watched Giovanni emerge from the water like a figure carved from light and brine. Water streamed down his sculpted chest and arms, his dark hair clinging in wet tendrils that framed the sharp line of his jaw. Everything a

he said. “You see how that water goes from the shore?” Luca asked me. I nodded my head in response. “It’s one of the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. So free and not mindful of any harm. That’s why I’ve always appreciated the beach,” he murmured. Bringing my hands to his hands, he kissed it and rubbed it slowly. I knew I needed to confirm Giovanni’s mate death. But, I decided to live in the moment. After we had evaluated some things, we swam in the water and played with it. I remember splashing the water on him and him laughing adorably.

The moon painted silver paths across the dark water, and the sound of waves crashing against the rocks below created a rhythm that felt almost hypnotic. "This is…" I moved to the edge of the terrace, unable to help myself. "This is exactly like a scene from one of my favorite telenovelas. The one where Jacintha finally escapes her awful husband and runs away to the coast, and Julia finds her on a night just like this, and-" I stopped, realizing I was rambling. When I turned back, Giovanni was watching me with an expression I couldn't quite read. "You watch telenovelas?" he asked, amusement coloring his tone.

Since I wasn't a professional swimmer, I didn't know how to swim out and just stayed there, struggling in the water until I was tired and slowly sank to the bottom of the pool, regretting not taking swimming class seriously during high school. Then Giovanni jumps into the pool, his biceps bulging and his six-pack hard rock. His shoulder-length brown hair was swept back by the water, and it stayed in place, further profounding his rugged facial features. He looks like a Greek god with his shorts hanging low from his hip bone. He carried me to one of the lounge chairs, muttering some curse words. “Cazzo! Stai cercando di morire, cazzo? (Fuck! Are you trying to fucking die?)

“Brother!" Giovanna was anxious when she saw this. Since any water activity used to be Lorenzo’s favorite sport,Dante had avoided water since Lorenzo died. Though he used to be good at swimming, he would be stiff and unable to move when he came in contact with water at present. Jumping into the water like that, he would be a dead man. Giovanna called the professional diving team right away, and they rushed into the water to save Dante and Renee.

{EDMONDO'S POV} * * I stand outside my room, fists clenched so hard my knuckles ache. Every goddamn bone in my body screams that something’s wrong. Giovanni’s not here yet. Cara’s not answering. And Donnie’s standing behind me, looking as useless as ever, fiddling with his gun like this is a goddamn picnic. “Where the fuck is Giovanni?” I snap, not bothering to turn around. Donnie, my Consigliere who had gone with me to see Giordano, clears his throat, shifting his weight like a nervous kid caught skipping class. “Uh, Giovanni’s with your father, boss. Tracking him toward the east edge. He’s taken some men.”

Giovanni’s footsteps echoed as he moved toward the door, his silhouette framed by the dim light of the hallway. "Remember," he said, his voice carrying a warning edge. "You’re mine. And I always get what’s mine." I stood there for a long moment, my chest rising and falling with my uneven breaths. My legs trembled, each step a fresh wave of agony. Giovanni watched me, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. He was topless, his chest still damp, a stark contrast to the chill that was settling deep in my bones.

Eloise’ POV I know he was playing with fire. He knew what he was doing when he invited that man. He knew that he almost killed me that night and I couldn’t be here had he succeeded. He knew what kind of person he was… he is adding fuel to the goddamn fire. “Hey!” Master Giovanni went straight to Cedrick and tapped his shoulders. “I am so grateful that you invited me over. It is nice to know that this woman is still alive and well… looking at you now, I cannot even recognize you.”