AlexanderA year have passed since the end of the war between my family and the Saconne family. Everyone was at peace. The Romano family was prospering with the added territory of the Saconnes we had divided amongst the other three great families.We were in good times now. Aryana had given birth to our son and he was adorable. He had my gray eyes, which I had also gotten from my father and Aryana’s golden-brown hair. I can still remember the day she went into labor. I had been so afraid and uncertain of what to do. Give me a gun or a knife, and I could kill anyone you wanted to, but give me a pregnant Aryana who was in labor? I was lost.I could still remember the emotions that threatened to overflow when an exhausted but overjoyed Aryana placed our son in my arms for the first time. Despite how wrinkly skin, he was beautiful.After recuperating, Aryana completed her master’s degree in Psychology. It had been a little bit difficult to see her stress over completing projects before de
FelixI swear, if you ever want shit to be handled the right way, do it yourself.They only had one job. Find Bianchi’s underground poker ring and rob that fucker blind; after all, he did steal my patrons.They were not supposed to let things get out of control and kill three of his men.Needless to say, after the lengthy, grueling interrogation with my mafiosos, I need to get the fuck away from them to calm my nerves.One simple job, and they fuck it up.So here I am at a spot I rarely visit - the most dangerous place to be - The White Rabbit, Chicago’s best-kept secret. An underground bar catering to the most notorious gangsters in the windy city.Disguised from the public eye, I enter the rickety, tattered wooden door and reach the concealed keypad.I enter the secret pin for the night and watch as the shelves separate, leading me to a stairway that will take me to the debauchery I crave.When I enter the White Rabbit, my eyes adjust to the dimmed lighting. The room, as always, sme
Felix I walk back into the bar and find her cleaning again as if nothing happened. She hears me and turns to face me.I notice the red marks from his hand on her face and inch closer, gently reaching to touch her face.“Quel Bastardo,” I mutter under my breath. That bastard.She looks away, sighing, as though something plagued her. “Are you alright?” I ask.“I’ve survived all my life, things much worse. Don’t you worry about me,” she says.I wonder, where is she from?A woman like her, beautiful and precious, in a place like this - ugly and dark.She attempts to walk away from me, but I grab her hand, pulling her back. I’m losing all control.She stumbles into me, her body lurching back, her against me. I am lost in her aura as she looks deep into my eyes.The next thing I know, our faces are inching closer, and our lips are locked in a ferocious kiss.I feel her body tense up, but then she relaxes, melting into my embrace. Our tongues move in sync, exploring each other’s mouths like
RosalieI’m still reeling from my encounter. What the fuck did I just do?Here I am, trying to lay low, and I just end up making love to a stranger in a very dangerous bar, making him a very dangerous liaison.Who was he?I’ve been working here at the White Rabbit for over two months.I’d never noticed him before, and with the hit out on me, I made a note of every single person in my surroundings.After all, anyone could be my assassin.But I’ve never seen him before so I assume, hopefully, that I’ll never see him again.But damn, he was good.I look at the clock. It’s almost 3:00 am. I need to get some sleep.Thankfully, my bedroom is right above, which was one reason I took this job.I never had to leave the underground. I missed the sunlight ... occasionally.But it was safer indoors.As I finish locking up the last of the alcohol, the door swings open.I feel my heart turn to stone. Who is it now? They had the passcode, so I hoped it was a drunk regular hoping for a nightcap.I tu
FelixNo matter how hard I try, I can't get her out of my mind.Now, I rush through the day, finish my business earlier, and wander into The White Rabbit almost daily.The first few times I returned, she ignored me. Not in the I - didn't - notice- you manner, but more of I know you're here, but I'm playing hard to get.I let her carry on this charade for however long she wanted, but now, I'm losing my patience.Today, I'm just about done. I watch as a group of low-rung soldiers try to flirt with her. I smile when I notice she ignores them too.But then I see it. A signal. She twirls her hair around her fingers and looks at me out the corner of her eye.It's like a floodgate opened. I can't believe I don't even know this girl's name, and now here I am, walking up to her with a smile, ready to make my move."Why'd you ignore me?" I ask her out of curiosity.She arches her perfectly shaped eyebrow at me, seeming amused."Maybe I wasn't interested," she says, leaning back onto the counter
RosalieI never really went off to sleep. I simply did what sleeping people do, taking deep, consistent breaths, moving to get comfortable, and sighing.I’ve observed enough sleeping people to know how to copy them.So, when Felix falls asleep, I wake up and gingerly step out of bed, my heart beating like a grinder on full power. My one fear? He shouldn’t hear how nervous I am.I reach his bedside table and grab his phone, holding it against his sleeping face to unlock it. I risk waking him up — but he stays still, and with a sigh of relief, I start scanning the apps.My fingertips fly across the keys as random letters light up the screen.I’m looking through Felix’s phone for hidden cameras or other surveillance systems he might have set up around the house.I have to shut them down so I can’t be identified once I get what I need and run the fuck away from here.After a few minutes of deep rummaging — thankfully without incident — I turn off all the cameras and let myself relax a lit
RosalieEven now, while I think of him, I find a little quiver down the bridge of my nose, remembering how sweetly he’d kissed me last night.I don’t need to make enemies of those who have been nothing but a friend.With that in mind, I sigh and leave the USD stick and memory card on the table. As an unspoken apology for what I was about to do.Now, I need to get the fuck out of here and away from Illinois before George starts looking for me or Felix discovers who I am.I get up from the chair, grab my phone and turn around only to find myself staring at the most handsome and, by far, angriest man I’ve ever seen.“Felix,” I whisper. My voice trails off. Say something, I tell myself, but I can’t form thoughts or words.He remains quiet. His dark, almost black eyes are a bottomless pit of mysterious rage.“Please, let me explain,” I begin, but I don’t know what to say.He doesn’t say anything but steps closer to me, his body language exuding anger and frustration.I can feel his breath
Felix She's walking away from me in that black leather skirt, and all I can do is yell out to her, and beg her to come back because I need to feel her flesh against mine.She turns around at last, but her face is distorted...ugly.I wake up in cold sweat. It's the same dream again that wakes me with a gasp.The fear that had slowly built up inside me while I slept suddenly erupts, and I find myself shaking uncontrollably, my heart pounding faster than ever.I try desperately to understand what happened and focus on the facts.It wasn't Emily who tried to take something from me - it was someone else entirely. Someone wanted revenge on me for some unknown reason.But it doesn't comfort me. Even the facts, at this point, could be conjecture.My thoughts quickly return to her betrayal as I step out of bed and paces around like a caged animal.I wish for the time to move faster so she thinks she's safe enough to return. So I can grab her and hold her hostage and finally ask the questions