six months later
It's been six months Lorenzo, each day without you feels like a century. how long do you intend to punish me more? I miss you so much, I miss your smile, your laughter, and the way you love me.
Do you still love me, Lorenzo?
Our kids are growing up super fast, they are crawling and making attempts to stand on their two feet. I wish you were here to see how adorable they are, and they look every inch like you.
Your mum has been very supportive, she comes in regularly to check how we are doing. your mum is a strong woman, if I ever become half the woman that she is then I will be truly blessed.
I don't know what more to do or say to make you understand how deeply I mirror to see you, you have to fight Lorenzo, if not for me but your kids and mother.
I long to see you play with children, I w
Lorenzo's POV “Can you hear me, if you can, I want you to squeeze my hand a little" I heard a friendly male voice say to me? I was feeling a bit weak like I had just woken up from deep sleep, I didn't know where I was or who I was with, many questions flooded through my mind as I squeeze on the hand that was placed on mine. “Good, very good, now I want to follow the ray of light that I will flash while your eyes are still closed,” he said as I felt a sharp light moving across my eyes, I unconsciously tighten my eyelids. “Relax, just relax, now I want you to open your eyes slowly, I have turned off the torchlight, but the room is fully Illuminated, I want you to do it slowly” I tried opening my eyes, at first it felt like they were glued together as my eyelids seem heavy, but when I finally had them opened, my eyes fell on the elderly-looking doctor who smiled at me as soon as he saw m
Ten years before Nadia's POV “Come on darling, make a wish,” Daddy said, with a big smile on his face. The light from the candle that was carefully placed on the cake sparkled through his eyes. He was so excited to have made it home in time before I slept, even though he came late from the factory where he earned his minimum wage. “Can we just wrap this up, she needs her beauty sleep,” Mum said, yawning tiredly. My little brother who was five months old at that time was stressing her out, he feeds every thirty minutes interval. But dad wanted to
Nadia's POV “So what? are you going to kill me? send my soul to the hottest part of hell?” he asked, teasing me with his breath. There was something about the way I felt around him, I couldn't just place my head around it. I felt different, a good different if I must admit. “I could give you all the pleasure you have ever imagined, and perhaps it's bad luck to kill a man on your birthday bell... Beautiful” he said softly to my ears, I could feel the warm moisture between my increase, as I felt my hand loosen its hold on him. Despite the calm aura he wants to storm up, there was something else about him. That felt dangerous, and I could almost taste the danger that radiant from him on my tongue. But, if he is that dangerous, why am I not scared of him? Why do I feel shy around him? Nadia get it together He probably is just playing a
Lorenzo's POV I came back home and went straight to my room. I was angry and out of place. I can't believe she passed out after eating the chocolate I gave her. why would a stripper want to drug her? Well, technically that would have made my initial job of wanting to kill her very easy but I couldn't fucking bring myself to do it. She is so young. She is a fucking Russian, I can't be all soft around her, I'm so sure she would kill me at the slightest chance she gets. What the fuck is wrong with me I was about to take off my clothes when I heard a knock on the door, my gaze immediately shifted to the door as I listened to the pattern of the sound again. The sound came again, and I immediately knew who the person wants to speak with. "Come in," I said. The door opened Vicenzo came in
Nadia's POV He walked out of the room, closely followed by his guards. The door was closed and the whole place was thrown into a deafening silence. The bright light came back on, with no voices. my foot was seriously wriggling from the bloody heels I had on. The whole place was stinky from blood and corpses, I have been desperately trying to avoid looking at the dead people and the mere sight of them freaks me out. I may be a badass and all, but I am still a girl. I turned to look at the other survival, she looked frightened and stunned at the same time. “What is your name,” I asked. I wasn't sure if it was the right move but seriously I needed to just have a conversation with someone. The day has been hectic. I thought about the stripper who was murdered on his way to my place and the one that got me drugge
Nadia's POV I groaned loudly when I heard the stupid alarm go off. With my eyes still shut tight, I googled my brain for some sort of reason why an alarm clock is pissing me off early in the morning, I can't seem to remember owning an alarm clock. You are not home Nadia Oh, snap! I slowly opened my eyes, thankful for the fact that I wasn't killed in my sleep, as scenes from the previous day flooded through my mind. My feet were still partially bruised and aching badly from the stupid heels I wore yesterday. I waited for loud noises of hungry men, or hasty movements of maids, but I heard nothing. Instead, there was this serene calmness everywhere. This was a big relief, in my ten years of staying and training with the Russian mafias, I can't seem to remember waking up to a noiseless house. I blinked my eyes repeatedly and took in br
Lorenzo's POV I walked towards my office trying to control the rage that was flooding through my veins. I was in the middle of something when Viz told me that Nadia was not in her room. I had told him to go find her, but later changed my mind and went in search of her myself. I almost lost it when I saw one of my men flirting with her, touching her, and inhaling her scent as I walked in. It was hard not being able to fist my hand into a tight bow as I moved closer to them. I had to restrain myself from actually punching him, till he has all his teeth shattered in his blood-dripping mouth right there. I can't believe a bloody Russian bitch is making me want to beat up one of my men. She drives me nuts without having to do anything. And I fucking hate that. As I got closer to my office room, which happens to be a standard plain room
Vicenzo's POV I pulled her hand across the house while also ensuring that my grip on her isn't too tight, so she doesn't get hurt. I could feel her reluctance in following me but she dares not take her hand away from mine. I will never forgive myself should anything happen to her, as she is the only piece of sanity I have left in my fucking black wretched soul. She is too trusting and thinks everyone has a kind and open heart like hers. Only if she knows what her new best friend was capable of. “Where are we going to,” she asked after I took her out of the main building and we were headed for the woods. Her voice was laced with lots of heavy breathing as she had to take faster steps to measure up my long strands. I stopped after some time so she can catch her breath. I can't believe he is asking scarlet to become a spy to a well-trained mafia widow. “Let's go,” I said, after some seconds walking way ahead of