Mrs Cruz [BOOK 2]

Emiliana Tears fell from my eyes as I read the letter word for word. I read it over and over until I had memorised it. I sniffed back the tears that rolled down my cheeks, wiping them with the back of my arm.All my feelings came flooding back to me, just when I thought I was moving on, moving forward with my life, I was knocked backwards.A shadow suddenly cast over me, blocking the sun that beamed overhead. I knew from the shape and the way the figure held himself that it was the last person I wanted to see.I looked up, choking on my tears as the green eyes gazed down at me deeply. He held a hand in front of me, just like he had done so many times before.“Principessa.” 

Emiliana   I stared up at the oversized house. The house that one could only dream of living in. Solid white rendered walls lined the outside, with beautiful Mediterranean pillars framing the raised platform leading to the doorway. “This is yours?” I asked, astounded by the view in front of me. “Ours,” Giovanni answered effortlessly, lacing my fingers into his. It didn’t matter what I was accustomed to, I still found the beauty in everything. Even the delicate flowers that scattered scantily in small pots at the base of the steps were stunning. Floating gently in the soft breeze that wandered past gracefully. Vinnie opened my door. I could feel his eyes observing me as I took in my surroundings. My feet crunched across the thick gravel like the sound of thick toast crackling.“Things have changed Chiquita,” Vinnie reminded me as he escorted me up the steps. “No kidding.” I let my eyes traverse the simple gold filigree that decorated the se

Emiliana It wasn’t until the gates came into view that I felt the seeping wave of nausea wash through me. I hadn’t spoken to my father in months and this would be the first time I would be initiating the conversation. I had a plan though. Get through the majority of my mother’s party, making niceties if I have to, then I would speak to my father.I wrung my hands in my lap, my eyes taking in each perfectly trimmed hedges and blades of grass. “Principessa,” Giovanni’s sweetness broke my worried thoughts, offering me his strength and support with a squeeze of his hand.I cupped his cheek with my palm running over the sharpness of his jaw. 

Emiliana   I heard the mumbles of words through the walls. The slur of Spanish floated around me, making my head dizzy. Making a mental note to learn the language when I returned to Barcelona, I rolled over in my bed, facing more of the darkness. There was no denying I was having second thoughts about everything, about moving halfway across the world, stepping so far away from my family. My father. Tears rolled down my cheeks, dampening the pillow beneath my head. I stifled the sob that wracked through my chest, muffling my cries with the covers.  Whether my father spoke through anger or sadness, his words still hurt.  The door creaked open, the tiniest sliver of light glowed through the room befor

Emiliana   I threw my body back against the wall as I watched another fist pummeled into the side of the man’s face. He collapsed to the floor in a crumpled heap, his laughs still evident as he tried to pick himself up from the floor. Giovanni stood over the stranger, fists poised and ready to make contact once more. His chest was heaving and the anger in his eyes was palpable. His ferocity didn’t seem to deter the man he had just assaulted so as soon as he was on two shaky legs, Giovanni sank his fists into his gut. I clutched my mouth to muffle the sounds of shock that escaped me as I watched the onslaught. Another fist laid into the man’s face, splitting his lip before Giovanni gripped him by the throat and shoved him with unrelenting force against the wall.  “Keep your hands away from her.”