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I wake up slowly, my head feels fuzzy like a ball of cotton has been shoved into my brain, a bitter lasts lingers on my tongue, I moan at the banging in my head, did I get drunk last night? My head is slightly elevated, I feel fingers on my hair, petting my head.“Niko?” I whispered, my tongue is so dry the word comes out strained. I try to blink my eyes open.
"You are awake my love, no one will separate us ever again"
My slow brain snaps to attention at the voice, eyes popes wide open I quickly move away, my whole body recoils, sodisoriented, shivers break all over me.
That is not Niko, I shake my head, trying to drag air into my lungs and then like a tape,my last memory plays through my mind..
I was drugged.
Someone’s taken me.
I’ve been kidnapped.
Kidnapped.
"What have you done to me?" I ask sluggishly, where is this place? I sway as my stoma
*** Niko My eyes are glued to the screen while Danilo drives, Lola’s position hasn’t moved for a while. On the other side of the screen her vitals reads normal, heartbeat steady, it has only speed up once, an hour ago like she had a scare but other than that she seems fine. No drooping in vitals due to blood loss or spike in her heartbeat due to torture. I hold onto that like a lifeline or I’ll go mad. I need to be calm, Lola needs me right now. I repeat that like a mantra as I fire the first shot. The silencer stifling the sound, only four men come with me on this operation, I need this to go unnoticed for as long as possible. The men have their orders. My wife is priority. Plain and simple. I stab the next guard in the chest then pulled out the knife and slit his throat with a swing of my wrist, bastard was taking too long to die. I sheath my knife, palming my other gun as I duck beneath a wall. I nod at Danilo and we go in at once, with both hands up I aim and squeeze
*** When I wake up, I’m at home. In my room at the mansion. My mouth feels dry and taste bitter. I throw the blanket off and drag my body to the bathroom I move slowly but I don’t feel sick anymore. Godfather Alonzo and Greco are dead. As I shower, I try to wrap my head around all that crazy. Because that’s what it was crazy. But N
*** One year later… My little Micaela stares at me with dark blue eyes. A mop of jet black curls around her forehead and pink rosebud lips pout at me. I remember the day I birthed her. After five hours of labor the Salvatores welcomed their newest members. My perfect daughter. Born only five minutes after her brother. My Micaela likes being carried. The moment you put her down she opens her cute little mouth and screams like hell. Thankfully her father is always there to indulge her. Tommy still hasn’t forgiven me for naming my daughter after my faithful bodyguard. He thinks Thea would have been a perfect name for
Past… “I’ve got an excellent idea,” I say after taking a deep breath, a wide grin on my face, the phone on speaker beside me on the table as I bring a teacup to my lips, I am still smiling as I blow on liquid for a second before bringing it up for a sip, I smack my lips, frowning a little as I add another half spoon of sugar, looking at Maria out the corner of my eye to ensure she doesn’t see me exceeding the required daily sugar intake recommended, she’s nothing if not anal about these things. I wouldn’t say I was a sugar lover in particular. Sweet things? Yes, but sugar? I didn’t think so, these days, between my mother, Gianna my best friend, Dr. Andera, and Maria to watch my every move and every single morsel I put in my mouth? I feel like I'm under siege sometimes. Maria will first of all do a mental calculation, Is it nutritious enough? Healthy enough? Then contact Andrea for confirmation then we can know if it can be included in my diet. And did I mention my husband gave t
Throwing back the now lukewarm tea in one gulp, I empty my cup before standing from the chair, and walking past the kitchen island. Apparently, I’m not allowed to use the kitchen stools anymore for I might fall from the two and a half foot high stool and hurt myself all because the skirt of my dress got tangled with the legs of the stool I was sitting on last week, causing me to trip and bump my hip a little against the island. I didn’t even try to argue that I’m not that accident prone, I should just be glad it didn’t get me banned from the kitchen again. Just as I’m about to place the cup in the sink, Laura appears from somewhere and relieves me of it. “Let me help you Ms. Lola,” she says. I don’t try to tell her it is just a cup and I can rinse and put it away myself. It’ll just fall on deaf ears like every other complaint I've made in the past month. Also because Maria will give them a hard time when discovered, and she always finds out somehow, if I didn't know better I'd
The first thing I wanted to do when the idea came to me this morning during my walk in the garden was to find my phone and shoot a quick text to Niko. But I talked myself out of it, mostly because I hadn’t exactly figured out what I wanted to go into then, I also wanted to share my splendid idea with my friends, and now I’m glad I did because my conversation with them helped me gain perspective. Now that I have, I’m tempted to the so again. But the concerns raised by Eva and Gianna are quite sound and I wouldn’t want to rush into anything, thereby shooting myself in the foot. Because they’re not exactly wrong. He might very well say no. Niko can be difficult sometimes. Obviously, I have to approach this rationally. By buttering up my husband. I would try to be sly about it but Niko always sees me coming from a mile away, might as well be very straightforward, with some bribery of course to sweeten things up a little. I mean who doesn’t like a little bribery? ** Maybe I s
Niko is standing in front of the closed door. In a charcoal suit, matching shirt, and an equally black tie. He looks like the dark and dangerous I’d dubbed him when I snuck out of my boarding school and ran into him a year ago. Unaware that I was to marry him. He knew exactly who I was of course Then he’d been perfectly dark. He still is. And like the first time I saw him, my heart skipped a beat. “You’re here” Niko pushes away from the door, coming around the table until he is standing in front of me his gaze fixed on me. “You look beautiful, baby” I go up to him, as he leans down to press a swift kiss to my lips. “Thank you” Finally, his eyes take in the candles and flower arrangements then narrows on me with slight suspicion. “This is different” he repeats. My fingers smooth up the soft material of his suit jacket before coming to link together behind his neck “What do you mean by different?” I laughed playfully “Get that look off your face Niko, can’t a girl decide to
For the next three days, I pour myself into researchingeverything I can find on event planning and management. From papers, to journals and watching videos I find on the internet.The week after that, I’d get up in the mornings, after my walk and breakfast. I continue studying from where I left off the day before in my balcony where I’ve set up my computer, some stationary I ordered from Amazon and snacks. Taking notes and jotting things down, reading from ebooks. Its amazing how much you can learn online, everything you need is literally at your finger tips these days, it’s a wonder why people go t collages.I suppose to earn a formal degree, but the internet is really informative.Everyone imagined I would have moved on from the idea after a few days but I was determined to prove them wrong. On the third week I found and registered for an online course. I’d just round of with my studding for the day and on video call with my mama as I inform her on my doctors appointment earlier,