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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
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GINEVRA “I feel it too, Ricardo, that heaviness in my heart. Just as intense as you do.” A declaration, one that had been made in the moment when souls danced together, one that signified the agreement that had been silently made by our hearts. One that sealed us. One that had Ricardo’s lips tipping up into a smile. An adorable smile, one which I had always longed for—a real smile. I laid there, naked and open to him, watching him with hooded eyes as he slowly. . .cautiously and eagerly mounted my body. All that kept us apart was our soft skin. I stared at him. I saw him. He stared at me. He saw me. Our heads had bobbed in unison as if to somehow grant one another permission to explore our souls. My thighs were slowly shifting apart, and although indignant, I had felt my pelvis weakening as Ricardo kissed my skin, slowly caressing me. The heat of his skin against mine, his gentle touches, everything he was willingly offering, I had been so stimulated by it all—this pleas
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GINEVRA Joy comes in the morning. But my morning came with confusion, with the inability to make choices that could help serve my purpose. My life had always been a constant struggle with the continuous need to make choices—choices that brought success, choices that built self-esteem, choices that brought destruction, choices that brought about a fully fulfilling life. I had always had to make the right choices. But what even was the right choice? I, Ginevra Rodriguez, was born with a purpose. My life as a Rodriguez was endured for years for that purpose, and something as foolish as the pleasures of love couldn’t be allowed to take away my purpose. I had to choose. So, when my eyes opened to an empty bed, when I quickly indulged in my morning routine, when I walked down the stairs almost limping, I had made the decision to bring to an end whatever it was that existed between Ricardo Sanchez and I. Physical pleasure, emotional fulfillment, it all had to stop. Approaching th
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RICARDO To stay or to go. To agree or to disagree. To live or to die. To love or to hate. Why weren't life’s decisions made that easy? Who in their right mind thought it wise to make things too complicated than they needed to be? Now, I had to suffer those complications. To achieve one’s purpose, difficult choices were to be made—difficult choices which served your actual purpose, and some which served the selfish desires of the heart. Ginevra made that choice this morning—the choice which served her purpose. Deep within my heart’s space, I had always known what I was to Ginevra. A danger, a hindrance to her purpose, an unneeded distraction. So, I had expected her to call off whatever it was we shared, but nothing had prepared me for the pain that came with hearing her call it off. And nothing had prepared me for the stubborness in my heart. I had never cried before anyone. The first person to witness my tears was my mother, and the last to witness them too, was my mothe
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GINEVRA When my meeting with the Pakhan came to an end, I had walked robotically into my car, Cyrus’s voice echoing distinctly as he ordered the convoy to head for the Rodriguez headquarters. It had only begun dawning on me, the realization that I was about to stir up the fury of men who had always been desperate to spill my blood—men who didn’t think I was deserving of my position. It had dawned on me that I was about to consciously start a war with the man whom I couldn’t stand to see hurt. Ricardo Sanchez. My Ghost. Emotionally, I was drained. Physically, my confliction was evident. When Ricardo knelt before me, confessing his feelings, had he meant any of the words which came out of his mouth? When he confessed to loving me, was it real or was it his way of exploiting my weakness? If Ricardo truly loved me, was it right that I was plotting his downfall? Questions after questions after questions tugged at the strings of my heart. There were lots of choices to be made, and y
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GINEVRA I had slid on a black, spaghetti strapped dress which hugged my body, outlining all my curves, my nipples poking through the excuse of a dress since I was completely bare underneath. As we drove to one of my clubs, I and Abyss had conversed more deeply, with me giving them more detailed information on everything that had happened long before their arrival, and details of things which were programmed to occur in the nearest future. “We heard your underboss informing you of the gifts which were sent by a particular somebody,” Dominico wriggled his brows. “Who’s the lover boy?” “Ricardo Sanchez.” I blurted. Eyes widened. Raul leaned forward. “Ricardo Sanchez? The Ghost?” My response was a hum. “How is it even possible that you’re in a relationship with an enemy of yours? We all partook of the negative effects the war you both stirred up had caused, and now—”“Now, nothing.” I gritted. “We fucked a few times, that’s it. His gifts are just his way of showing gratitude for a
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GINEVRA The door clicked open, I stepped out. “Next time, if you have a message to pass across, Ricardo, do so without spilling blood on my grounds. I don’t need my people questioning my authority because I let the man I fuck kill at will in my territory.” The door slammed shut. The door clicked open, quick footsteps approaching from behind. “Ginevra, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” “Walking away from you, Ricardo.” “Ginevra!” "Go home, Ricardo, you shouldn't be here." I hissed. Ricardo’s firm hand grasped my wrist, twisting painfully. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Ginevra?" Struggling to free myself from his clutch, I gritted through clenched teeth. “I used my safeword, didn’t I? Do you not know what that means?” “Stop this madness,” he snarled, the look in his eyes transforming into a new one. One that I hadn’t seen before, a glimpse I saw the day he revealed himself to me as Ricardo. “I don’t want to be with you anymore!” “Enough!” He ululated. “Why the f
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GINEVRA I sat there in the thick night, observing the mess I and Ricardo made and watching the candles burn out, all the while pouring myself one shot after another of tequila—getting wasted and pondering on what my decision would be. I had two things I wanted so badly. First, I wanted to have Ricardo killed in the most gruesome way possible. Second, I wanted to have Ricardo over at my house every other night, fucking me just the way he did a few minutes ago. One thing was certain, my choice had to be one or the other. There wasn’t anything in the world that could let me have both. So, I had to make a pick. Still, questions remained—what was my choice going to be? What choice was safer than the other? What would a head of a family do? Footsteps had begun approaching from behind me, a few voices muttering words over and over again, and some, cackling loudly. I hadn’t cared to move or be alarmed by the sudden intrusion, because I had an inclination who those people were. The on
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GINEVRA Twenty four hours had passed and I had been so busy I could pass out. I put in a lot of effort for the development of this drugs and I made certain I oversaw distributions and productions since it hit the market. Seeing that The Pakhan of Bratva had been the first to endorse the product, a lot of high ranking men in the underworld followed suit. But, that was not to say I hadn't gained myself more enemies. However, my safety was assured. For a few more weeks at least. Enemies hadn’t made a move to hurt me physically, but one notable enemy had caused me emotional pain in the hours which had passed. Ricardo Sanchez. That bastard had announced his engagement, less than twenty four hours of professing his feelings for me. Never once had I imagined myself possessive of Ricardo, but the moment when the details of Ricardo’s engagement had reached my ears, something demonic had stirred awake in my heart. My blood had rushed through my veins with the need to cause harm. Ricar
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