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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
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GINEVRA "Fucking coward." His eyes, sharp, were on mine. “What did you just say to me?” “You heard me, Ghost, you are a coward. You get off on running away from your problems instead of facing them like the man you pretend to be.” A chuckle, filled with darkness, resonated. “I run not because I am fainthearted, but your tears. . .to watch you cry, Ginevra, right in front of me, because of me, that I cannot stand.” “Quit with the pretense, Mr. Sanchez. Nothing you say or do could ever change the way I feel about you. I hate you.” Ricardo’s brows shot up, “You hate me?” “I do.” I answered. He said, “No you don’t.” “I do hate you, Ricardo Sanchez. With every breath and every tears, and every pain which you have caused me–I hate you.” Liar! My subconscious sang furiously, forcing a staggered breath from my parted lips. I love you, Ricardo. The words hung heavy on the tip of my tongue, weighing heavy in my heart. Those words, I hated so much, and yet, there were meant for the m
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GINEVRA Time stilled, the palpitations of my heart going ballistic against my throat–so ballistic that my head spun with overwhelm. He was playing my game, Ricardo Sanchez was playing my game and he was clearly perfect at it. I had fluttered my eyes at him, intending to sway his mind with my demure seduction, but the man’s sanity had snapped irrecoverably. His sanity had snapped so much that the fiery gaze in his orbs had me burning up on the inside. With a roll of his eyes as though tired of my stalling, the barrel of the gun which he had in hand met my temple. “Get on your knees, Ginevra. He repeated, this time with a more chilling tone. Disturbing. Overly confident, I asked. "You are not going to shoot me, are you?" The gun’s handle met my temple with a hard slam that clouded my line of vision with black dots. I could’ve sworn I was passed out for a quick minute. I stumbled. Once. Twice. Thrice. A firm hand grasped my forearm, forcing me to steady my stance. And then, I
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GINEVRA Continuous humming of a song relentlessly echoed through the walls of the shower, firm fingers massaging my scalp, nearly lulling me to slumber. Ricardo had been tending to my body, his hands against my skin, delicate, soft, gentle as though he feared he would hurt me if he handled me with a little roughness. My smile grew so big my cheeks were physically hurting. Ricardo was excessively playful–it surprised me, how relaxed he seemed to have been with me. How he laughed carelessly while he teased me, how his eyes held glistening excitement. Perhaps, he truly was happy. Perhaps it had pleased him to know that we could still share intimacy even after his lies were discovered. Perhaps for a moment, we had forgotten the status of our relationship. We had forgotten the enmity which existed between us, and opened up to each other–giving ourselves to one another as we were. Void of any meaningful association–in our purest form. The shower wasn’t a quick one, but it was one I
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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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