[LIZZY]“Don’t move!” Vector says, and finally steps away, leaving me in the same posture as I was when he leaned into me and hugged the hell out of me a while ago.I don’t know what got into him.Hell, I don’t know what got into me, that instead of screaming my head off and pushing him away, I let him hold me for God knows how long. But it surely must have been more than five minutes because I can’t fucking feel my back. Or my legs. Or my head.Although I can’t ignore the way my heart is beating so fast, or how the temperature of my body had raised and now there are pinpricks of heat exploding all over my body, like aftereffects of an impressive firework.I shake my head, and try to drag my head out of whatever fantasyland I had fallen into in the past five minutes. Why else would I be suddenly so cold? Or feel like this isn’t real, not the way it was a while ago. It surely had nothing to do with him, or the fact that he wasn’t holding me by those thick and heavy arms, or that his na
[VECTOR]“Good,” I say over the phone as I exit my room, the suit blazer still wrapped around my arm. I make a beeline for the stairs. “Send someone to inspect the goods at the dock. I don’t want another disaster like the last one. I hate it when our men are being arrogant instead of focused on the job.”“Well, it’s not really their fault,” Marcus says from the other end of the phone, his voice a little softer and drowsier than usual. A piece of soft music plays in his background, and I can bet a billion dollars that he just put his younger son to sleep. He’s only a year old. “Power is like crack to a foot soldier; they often abuse it.”I roll my eyes and steal a quick glimpse towards Lizzy’s room. It’s closed. I’m willing to bet another billion dollars that she’s expecting me to burst through that door any moment now. What she doesn’t realize is that I could have had her the moment I laid eyes on her, the moment I found her four years ago, the moment she crossed the road in front of
Something wasn’t right.After exploring the entire mansion—well, almost—Lizzy realized, albeit a bit belatedly, that not only was Joey missing, but the entire crew of maids and servants had vanished into thin air. Just like that. Which was not a very comforting realization to have, given the panic that slowly started building up in her chest.Lizzy dashed back to the front of the mansion, panting and sweating for all the wild reasons. She had no idea what was going on. Could Vector be behind this? Was he out for vengeance now? Just because she was playing hard to get? Because she wasn’t keeping her end of the bargain—Wait, speaking of the bargain, another thought exploded in her head, breaking down whatever semblance of sanity she still possessed. Previously, if she was losing her mind because she couldn’t find Joey, she was now on the brink of going nuts because what if Vector had had enough of her retaliations? What if this
[LIZZIE]Guided by the two brawny mafia men, I stumbled into an unknown chamber, or at least that’s what I assumed it to be. My eyes were still adjusting to the sudden darkness caused by the hood they had thrust over my head. I mentally prepared myself for the worst-case scenario when a sudden, ear-splitting shriek tore through the stillness, making me jolt in terror. Out of nowhere, a chorus of voices boomed.“SURPRISE!”The room burst into a dazzling light as the hood was peeled off from my face.I was greeted with an explosion of colors and sounds that sent my senses into overdrive. The room was filled with balloons of all shapes and sizes, popping one after another, sending confetti raining down on me, fluttering and swirling through the air in a whirlwind of colors. The shimmering glitters adorned every corner of the room, creating a sparkling effect that made it seem like I was standing in a sea of stars.Amidst the chaos, I could hear laughter and cheers, and I realized that th
[VECTOR]As I walk through the front door, the overpowering stench of disarray hits me like a brick wall.My eyes dart around the living room, taking in the chaos before me. Toys litter the floor like a miniature warzone, slippers and clothes thrown haphazardly in every direction. It’s like a tornado touched down right in the middle of my home.And to top it all off, some girl’s voice is screeching from down the hall about “best of both worlds.” Is that even music? It sounds like a cat being strangled.I groan in frustration as I realize that there isn’t a single staff member in sight to clean up this disaster zone. I mean, what am I even paying them for if not to keep my home impeccably clean? Mess and untidiness surely don’t help in soothing my already grumpy mood. It’s like nothing is happening according to the plan--what plan, you ask? Don’t even get me started.And that’s probably the reason why I clench my fist so tight that my knuckles turn white, toss the laptop bag away with
[UNKNOWN]As I fumble with the lock and step into my apartment, my heart sinks as I'm met with an unsettling scene. The air is thick with the scent of Italian spices, and a hauntingly beautiful English song plays softly in the background.As I stand there, taking in the surreal scene, memories flood my mind. Memories of my dad, the man who was always so particular about the restaurants we went to, the food we ate, the gifts we gave each other. My mom was always content to go along with his choices, never asserting her own desires. They were like two halves of a whole, so different yet so inseparable. And then, with my dad's sudden death, my mom's grip on reality slipped away. She was never the same again.It's a painful reminder that even the strongest bonds can be broken by the merciless hand of fate.Or the wrong people.I’m not sure why I’m hit with those memories right now. This is hardly the time to get emotional over what I lost in the past, but to focus on what I stand to lose
[VECTOR] “Enough is enough!” Roberto Sandri, the septuagenarian leader of the Sandri empire, slams his cane against the pristine marble floor, demanding the rapt attention of those gathered around the expansive circular table. His eyebrows furrow in frustration and his voice booms through the room, commanding respect and authority. It’s clear that he’s reached the end of his patience, and his sharp words leave no room for argument or negotiation. My eyes roll for what feels like the hundredth time since this meeting began. I’m struggling to keep my boredom under control, but Roberto is quick to notice my lack of interest. If I were anyone else, he probably would have thrown me out or worse. But he’s aware of who I am and who I represent - the Perazzos. So, it’s no surprise when he scrunches up his face, purses his lips, and avoids making eye contact with me as if I wasn’t even there. I scoff. I like this man. “Gentlemen,” he continues, his aged voice still holding the command that
[LIZZY] It’s been two days since Vector returned home and I’m not sure if I’m more bothered by it or relieved. With the way he swept me back to Venice and struck a deal for an heir in exchange for allowing me to keep Joey, I half-expected him to loom over my head like a menacing storm cloud, waiting to pounce on our agreement at the first opportunity. But nothing like that had happened so far. In fact, he’s been so consumed by his work that he hasn’t had a single meal at home in almost a week. I shouldn’t be worried about him, considering the circumstances of our arrangement, but my mind keeps wandering back to him no matter how hard I try to focus on other things. It’s like his absence only fuels my obsession with him, and I find myself constantly wondering what he’s up to, what he’s thinking, and if he’s plotting something sinister. I know it’s ridiculous, and I hate myself for it, but I can’t help the way I feel. The whole situation is maddening, and I can’t wait for it to be ove