Gabriella “ Have you seen Giovanni?” I asked as soon as I found my personal bodyguard resting on the couch watching. He looks shocked for a moment before he abruptly rose in his heels. Ace looks like he was caught doing something bad. My eyes glance over the television and found the reason why. A grown up man who owns a pistol plastered into his waist is watching a kid's movie. I stifle a chuckle watching how he tried to turn off the television if I haven’t snatched the remote control first on the coffee table. He looks flushed. “ Your husband is out to attend some business proposals, ma’am. Do you need something?” “Do you know his favorite dishes?” “Sorry?” I looked up. Bewilderment is dancing over Ace’s expression and I don’t know why. Only two hours before dinner, I wanted to do something for Giovanni. Well, technically, I wanted to ask him to take me out for dinner, but he spends most of his time dealing with people outside. So, I am thinking of preparing our dinner s
Gabriella “ You’re ready for me?” Giovanni whispered, making me slightly moan. The feeling of his warm breath touching the sensitive skin of my neck is too demanding. It made me want to pull him closer to my body and just let him claim me. Tease me. Own me. My hands grabbed the silky sheets of our bed. “ Van…” I feel so hot. Warm air fills the whole room as I stare at his naked form. His naked body was standing over the edge of the bed staring right into me like a predator seeing me as his feast. His lips quirk into a thin line. His hands touch the bareness of his chest then he walks closer and closer until I was cornered against the headrest. Giovanni’s hand was busy twirling the end of my hair as I breathe deep and audible feeling how much he makes my body succumbs into his power. I never felt so intimidated. So overpowered. “ You know why I married you, Santoro?” he huskily asked, sliding his tongue to the skin of my cheek making me squirm a little. I looked up. O
Giovanni “Any updates about her?” I asked Ace who simply stares at me for a moment while standing across the table. My schedule for today is very hectic that I needed to stay in my office to do things. Sometimes, I hold guns then there are times when I hold a pen to approve money transactions. Funny, isn’t it? Two different objects yet they somewhat resemble each other’s purpose. I held the gun to kill. Once the tip hit the head of my victim, it already served its purpose. Meanwhile, the pen felt the same. Once the tip hit the surface of the paper I am holding, it’s already served its purpose. Both of them only mean one thing, it’s signing a deal. A fate. Destiny, they say. Guns and pens are just an ironic symbol of sealing someone’s destiny. And what’s worse? I needed to hold both of them with my own hand. I needed to feel their warmth and grip it tightly in order to use it. Fuck this shit. Who cares about dealin
Gabriella I managed to stay focused as I tried to walk toward the couch. The intoxicating scent of drugs and pity illusions of sickness makes my stomach churns out of disgust. I hate hospitals. Despise it even. For its full of misery and imaginary hope.“You better go back to your bed my love.”I squeeze my eyes shut for almost an incredible minute before glaring at the shadows behind the bathroom door. Dela Vin is leaning over the wall clothed in his fresh shirt and pajamas. He insisted for us to stay here for my recovery, which is why I hated him right now, by the way.I’m still glaring at him. Hardly succumbing to his gaze.He steps forward. Clenching his jaw and throwing off curses at his gaze seeing me out of the bed.“ You’re so stubborn,” he whispered, holding both my shoulders. He tilts my head to make me face him. All I can see is a man. I cannot see the beasts in him. Not even a bit of it lingers in his gaze. “ Do you want me to tie you in the hospital bed? Is that what you
Gabriella He’s not kidding.When Dela Vin told me he’s keeping me by his side, I thought he meant sending more bodyguards for my protection. However, I underestimate him. How can I forget that he is a man of his words? That he meant keeping me by his sides means he’ll always drag me with him in every place.“ Are you fucking serious? How can you bring me to this place?” I whispered, holding his arm firmly on my side as I gawked at the event unfolding in front of my eyes. Guns and curious stares make my knees wobble as I stride faster. “You’re insane, Dela Vin.”He stopped walking.This bastard did not even attempt to bring more bodyguards than Ace. I am not dumb to know that this is a bar for his type. An underground bar were drugs and death are too common it became a norm.I press myself more into his body when out of nowhere, I heard a terrifying scream from the corner of the room. I’m not sure if it’s hurting, all I know is it’s disturbing.Dela Vin low-key chuckles beside me and
Giovanni “Have a sweet dream, love.” I kissed Santoro’s forehead and stare at her angelic face. Her deep breaths and slow-paced heartbeat make me conclude she’s already sleeping. She looked peaceful except that there’s a trace of dried tears below her eyes.Santoro has been crying. Her soft sobs earlier make me want to undo what I had done. It took me good second to get forget how she looked at me when she realized what I did. Am I stupid? To kill for her sake is never stupid.I have killed men. Thousands of them but none makes me regret my actions. Nothing makes me regret spilling their blood with my own bare hands. But earlier, I wish I didn’t spill someone’s blood. I wished I didn’t do it with her on my side.She looked at me with disgust. I remember how my mother share the same expression when I was young. That shit stings like fuck.The car stopped in the parking lot of our penthouse. Ace has been quiet the whole time I rushed Santoro out of the nightclub because she passed out.
Gabriella I grit my teeth, using all of my strength to escape Giovanni’s hold as he pinned me down to the table. It’s only a matter of seconds after I put the knife in his neck that he recovered. He was too strong to overpower and I am a fool believing I can beat him.“ You did so well,” he murmured. “ But it’s wrong to threaten me, my love.”I tried to kick him away. Giovanni had the audacity to laugh when I failed. Miserably failed from getting out of his touch. My bare cheeks felt the coldness of the wooden furniture and I felt his hard chest rubbing on my back as I struggle once again to go.“ I only did what you taught me to do.” My voice was strained as I remember him teaching me last night how to hold a knife. Because I couldn’t sleep at all, I asked him to teach me how to fight.“ To others,” he emphasized. “ I did not teach you how to kill me.”I frowned hearing the distrust in his voice. He sounded like being killed in my hands is the worst thing to happen in his life. It’
Giovanni “ You know how crucial she was for our plan! We vowed patience, Dela Vin,” Kenzo muttered, pointing his gun in my head just after arriving back in this country.Ace inhales some of his weeds. “ I doubt he knows that.”I kicked his legs to stop him from intervening. “ Marrying her changes nothing. The plan will proceed just how we agreed on it to. Everything is all set, Kenzo. You are right,” I gulped the last sip of vodka in my glass and throw the glass on the floor. “ I vowed patience and I never dishonor my vows. Marrying Gabriella Santoro is the only security I can give her from the chaos we are creating. She is my safe vault and I totally locked her with me.”“ You don’t need to marry her,” Kenzo shouted, his eyes showing no submission to lowering down his gun. We are in the basement of our headquarters and I was told he wants a meeting but this was far more than that. I do not care about our connections. “The plan is to fucking stir the Santoro and made them crawl in th