LISAThe words were out of my mouth before I could help them and while I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact of what I just did, he already pulled me into his hands to hug me protectively and soothingly.I couldn't remember the last time someone did that for me when someone hugged me this protectively and made me feel seen, consoled, and understood.It brought fresh tears into my eyes which made the whole thing hella embarrassing. I just confessed my biggest weakness to my biggest enemy and as if that wasn't enough, I was here crying on his shoulders. I raised my hands to push him away but he kept his hand wrapped around tightly around my body, making it impossible for me to move away. More tears started flowing from my eyes and the situation that I was in wasn't even helping matters. My body was barely wrapped in a towel and he was dressed in a pant that did nothing to conceal his hard ruggedness. And I was here sobbing into his shoulders. I tried my hardest to cry si

AXELIt was a couple of days after Lisa confided in me about her intense hatred for killing people, something that she does best and does most of the time. And during those days when we were apart, I've spent half of that time feeling incredibly sad on her behalf that she was being forced into doing something that she didn't want to do. And I've had the other half angry at whoever was making her into what she didn't want to be. Most female mafia daughters that I knew were mafia princesses and they were always doted upon by maids and soldiers waiting on their beck and calls, they lived a princess and soft lives, they were completely unlike Lisa. I’ve always thought that she was just different, that she enjoyed the thrill of killing, that it makes her adrenaline surge faster as it does for most made men. I didn't know that she was doing something she didn't want to do, that she was doing something that gives her nightmares on end. I didn't understand the dynamics of her family to kno

LISAI turned it into ice.My whole body turned into ice at that familiar voice and the tray of edibles nearly fell out of my hands when I turned back and I confirmed my greatest fear at that moment. Angel Volkov, my sister-in-law was really standing across me, talking to a man. But thankfully, her back was to us but any minute from now, she was going to turn back and...God forbid! I whirled around immediately."That's my sister-in-law," I told Axel even though I was already sure that he knows who she is. I half-expected him to abandon me because it wasn't his problem, Angel wasn't his family and he wasn't going to get into any trouble because of her. But we couldn't say the same thing for me because I was going to get into a shitload of trouble if Angel should see me and that looks like it was going to happen any minute from now on. "Yeah, I know," he replied as he took the tray from my hands and he dropped it on the nearest table and without voicing it out, we already both sta

AXELWe drove back to school in silence. The Question and Answer session was already over when we returned to the venue so we just slipped into the car and drove away. Nobody said anything during the drive and just like I was thinking, I was sure Lisa was thinking about the same thing, about the vulnerabilities that we both shared with each other back on the field. We both knew we crossed a line we shouldn't cross, a line that'll blur the dynamics of our relationship but I just wanted to strike a balance, she had blurted her vulnerability out in a moment of weakness, and knowing Lisa and what she thinks of me, I was she'd always have a nagging thought at the time back of her mind that I was going to use that piece of information against her.I wasn't an unfeeling monster so there was no way I’d use that against her but she wasn't going to believe me so I had to make it a truce.I had to tell her something about me that I'd never told anyone. I've never shared a relationship with an

LISAI was home for our monthly family dinner even though I didn't want to go. I mean, I've always wanted to steer clear of going home to avoid having a conversation or confrontation with Angel. Because that always happened any time I was in the same space with Angel. We were currently sitting at the dining table with Tricia and I sitting across Angel and Steff with dad sitting at the head of course. Tricia’s excited chatter filled the room and I was doing my best to keep up with her talks while Angel kept scowling at intervals. It was obvious that she didn't like the idea of Tricia going on and on about her designs and the new things she had learned during the past week. “That reminds me,” Angel started in an unusually loud voice that immediately drowned Tricia’s own as she turned to dad halfway through the meal, “I have something important to discuss with the family.”I snickered under my breath at the same time Tricia leaned to whisper into my ears, “maybe she's pregnant because