"He is a murderer!" A voice yelled inside my head as I paced back and forth in what is now my room, chewing nervously on my nails. He had shot those men without a second thought and had easily asked Marco to get rid of the bodies without hesitation.What am I still doing here? I can't keep living like this; one day, he might wake up and decide to kill me too. Marco had mentioned that his generosity doesn't last long, and I don't want to be here when it wears off.I have to get out of here. It's bad enough that I witnessed the murder in the alley, but now that I've seen this one, he might not let me walk out alive. I've seen too much. My heart rate increased, and my palms turned sweaty."Oh, Ally! What have you gotten yourself into?" I cried out. The image of Dante with a gun kept flashing before me. The fact that he could easily kill me and dispose of me like he had done with the others terrified me. I can't just wait around for him to decide my fate.Looking around, my eyes settled
I had been in my room for hours now. No one came in, and I couldn't go out even if the door was unlocked. The maids had not brought me anything to eat, so I was expecting them to show up very soon.A loud bang erupted from downstairs. It startled me, but I dismissed it as nothing. Then it came again, louder, closer, and more frequently. I stood up from my bed and hurried to the window. I pushed the curtains aside and was about to put my head out when the door opened, and Rosa rushed in. She spotted me at the window and protested vehemently."No, Ally, stay away from the windows," she pulled me away and quickly escorted me to the bed, "just stay put until I come back, do you understand?" I nodded."What's going on?" I asked."Nothing! It's just the usual, but don't leave this room, okay?""Okay," I replied, and she hurried back out, this time she turned the lock. I sat on my bed, waiting for any sound or anything that would signify what's going on, but nothing. Suddenly, I heard the
I paced around in the hallway nervously as I waited for Rosa to come out of her room; she had been in there for the past hour with the unconscious Alessia. Alessia didn't look like she was hurt when I brought her to Rosa, but she appeared so pale, and that scared the hell out of me.We had been in a meeting with the board members of the new company I had successfully merged mine with, when Marco rushed in with news that Antonio's men were attacking the house. Normally, I wouldn't have been bothered; I would have just asked them to get rid of them and stay somewhere else for the next couple of days. But this time, I jumped to my feet and rushed out."Where is Alessia?" I asked him immediately. Marco assured me that Rosa would ensure she remained in her room. We had barely made it to the car when Rosa called from the panic room that Antonio's men had made it past the gate, and our men couldn't hold them off much longer.I ordered the driver to step on it, and when we arrived and fou
Marco wouldn't stop nagging about how I had suddenly gone soft when it came to the girl. He claimed it would cost us dearly if we didn't get rid of her. I tried to calm him down while we waited in the living room for Rosa to assist Alessia downstairs. She had just woken up, and I had ordered Rosa to get her ready for the trip."Where are you going to take her?" Marco asked. I didn't respond, and that only aggravated him more."This is bad, Dante. Really bad. You're not even paying attention to what is important. The Bianca case has not been settled; the police are trying to pin it on you because your men were at the scene. Alexio is the only reason they haven't asked you to come to the station for questioning." I looked up sharply at him."Why has no one mentioned this to me before?" I asked, and he glared at me."Because you are not paying attention. When was the last time you checked your emails? If you had checked them recently, you would have seen Alexio's report on the matter."
"Mom?" I looked at him, surprised. He gave a sarcastic reply, but I wasn't even paying attention to him. Gabriella had totally caught my attention, just like I had caught hers.I wasn't expecting this, and I definitely wasn't expecting a bubbly woman with auburn hair, hazel eyes, and a bright smile. She looked so young, yet age had left some significant marks on her. She was so full of life, and when she wrapped her arms around me, I had never felt such warmth from a person except my uncle.The thought of him made me sad; Dante had not told me anything about where he could be and if he was in danger."Come on, let's go inside. I made cake," she announced with pride as she led me inside. Dante followed behind with our bags, his expression was tight and unapproachable.She led us into a cozy living room; the whole house looked so comfortable, modest yet beautiful. Dante sat down heavily on the sofa, and she led me to the dining area where she had arranged our dinner."I hope you like
It felt weird trying to adjust to the new house. I mean, I loved the environment; I spent most of my time in the garden, but I noticed Dante has been keeping an eye on me. I could feel his eyes on me anytime I was in the garden, but whenever I turned around and looked up at the balcony, no one was there.Had he gotten under my skin so bad that I was now imagining things?Gabriella, on the other hand, has been an awesome host. She cooks three square meals a day and would usually invite me over to help out in the kitchen. Most of the time, I don't end up doing anything; I just engage in some light conversations with her.Dante stuck to his study and room like glue. He never came downstairs, not even for dinner. Gabriella usually had to take his food upstairs, and even though our rooms were directly beside each other, I couldn't hear a single word from him. It was as if no one was next door."You'll take his lunch to him today," Gabriella said softly as she sliced up some onions for din
I walked into the library and I could not hold back the excitement bubbling towards the surface. I mean who could believe that a man like Dante would have a library talk more, reading a book. I was in awe, I won’t lie.He just smiled at my reaction and we both talked about books. And the ones we've read and I knew that our taste in books were quite similar. I love any environment that had books. He took out a book from the shelf and I checked for the title.It was wuthering heights.“Have you read this?” He asked me and I nodded excitedly.“Yes I have.” “Who’s your favorite character in the book?” He asked.“Heathcliff.” I answered almost immediately.“Why do you like him?” “He’s intelligent. And he’s wild. The combination of those two things made me like him. “Hmmm.” He only made a sound but didn't respond.“You? Who’s your favorite character in the book.” I asked him and he thought for a while before answering me.“Heathcliff.” He answered.“Why?”“Because he’s an idealist and a r
Alessia portrayed herself as someone that was quiet when we first met, but now she just keeps talking, a trait I am beginning to find interesting.She lights up easily too. It's the books, I can tell. The moment her eyes landed on them, her eyes lit up with such enthusiasm, a light I have never seen before and didn't think was possible.She wasn't even supposed to be this excited, I mean I kidnapped her and here we are talking about books and different things and I won’t lie, I think I enjoy her company.She has a way of captivating your mind when she talks, you would want to listen.“Why are you this loud today?” I asked her. I saw the heat move up from her cheeks to her neck and ears. “Excuse me? What do you mean?” She asked sounding so innocent.“I meant we are not supposed to be in this position, I’m your captor. You’re supposed to be afraid of me.” I told her and she just looked at me like I had said something funny.“I’m supposed to be afraid of you? Oh sorry, I didn't know th