♕—Delilah "What now?" I asked as Jack ate his breakfast, my appetite had diminished completely, and I didn't feel like eating anything. "We'll figure something out soon." "How?" I asked, "We have no money..." Jack shoved a piece of toast in his mouth before wiping his hand with a napkin and finally giving me his undivided attention. "We'll figure something out!" "Maybe, I should get a job here somewhere," I suggested, knowing well that I knew nothing about anything and we still weren't safe. Nikolai Costello or his men could find us at any second...Jack laughed, "A job? You?" I lifted a shoulder, "Why not? I could work at a restaurant, don't you think?" That just made him laugh harder, "My, there sure is a difference between the kitchen of a royal palace and the kitchen of a restaurant, isn't there, Delilah? Just because your servants have been flattering you doesn't necessarily mean you cook well. All your servants do is try to get on your good side. Those servants of yours,
♕—Delilah I hung the dress in the bathroom as I turned on the shower. I discarded my undergarment but hastily washed my body. I know where he lives. I know what I want. Everything is as clear as day, I can't move on. I just can't. My hand trembled with excitement as I showered, scrubbing soap over my body and then using the cheap shampoo. I dried myself off with a towel, put on the dress, and stepped outside and into the room. I gave Jack a bright smile before shoving my dirty clothes into another bag. I jumped up and instinctively felt Jack's presence behind me. I felt a sudden chill as he grasped my waist and spun me around, pulling me near him."I apologize for my words, my princess, I have been dealing with immense stress from your father, King Alexander, and Nikolai Costello and his thugs. I understand if my words caused any hurt, and for that, I am truly sorry."I gave it a shot, I genuinely put in the effort to feel something. Whether it was those fluttery emotions or the spa
Lorenzo - Fifteen-Year-Old They confined him in an isolated prison cell away from all others. Lorenzo Vitelli had become the most feared name throughout all of Italy.He was named the “Sicilian Devil” by the news channels and the common people. He told them all about every single murder he committed, the four dead bodies rotting away in the basement of his home and the murder of Officer Dario Coppola, that his wife had witnessed.He brazenly admitted to all of his deeds on record. Proudly proclaiming that he would relish the chance to commit the same misdeeds if presented with the opportunity.The clever young heir to the Costello fortune, who was just seventeen, was intently listening to the news. His interest in the family business grew with each passing day, as he was being groomed to take the reins from his father, and for that, he had to build his own network of advisors; he did not have faith in the people near his father. He wanted his own inner circle. He had come to Sicily w
♞—Lorenzo I sighed regretfully as I entered Niko's mansion, my gun still clutched tightly in my hands. The sight that greeted me was one I loved to see, Niko cradling Massimo with Evangeline seated beside them. Niko's eyes fell on me and the smile vanished as it got replaced by a frowned look. "Lorenzo?" Evangeline's eyes beamed at me with so much warmth, and I adored her deeply. Seeing her made me believe in the impossible because she looked just like Aurora with that ethereal aura of hers. She radiated the same innocence as Aurora had, stealing my breath away. Everything about her reminded me of Aurora, that's why she was so special to me. She was never repulsed by my scars or the killing. After Aurora, she was the only one who really understood me and still held me so dearly. Niko handed Massimo over to Evangeline and stood up, approaching me. He looked deeply into my eyes as if he was deciphering their contents. He was the only one that had ever been able to truly understand
♕—Delilah I groaned and rolled over as a pounding headache filled my skull, my eyelids felt too heavy to open. But with a monumental effort, I forced them apart, cringing at the sudden influx of light. My mouth felt like sandpaper and I had to swallow hard to make the rock clogging my throat go away. I awoke, my eyes immediately recognizing the ceiling above me. dread settled in my stomach as memories flooded back and I came to my senses - it was the same ceiling I had spent countless days beneath. Sitting upright and surveying my surroundings, I realized I was in my own bedroom.How? How did I get here? Jack... I was with Jack and—Lorenzo, oh my god! The door creaked open and Rita walked in, "Rita?! Oh my GOD, Rita, what happened?! How am I HERE?! Where's Mama? Where's Anthony?! I was with Jack and--and he--!" Rita cautiously approached me and took a seat on the bed, her grip tightening around my hand as she gave me a nervous smile, "I'm here to make sure you're ready for King
♕—Delilah Heavy laughter echoed through the thick walls of this palace as walked to where I was supposed to go. I won't give up just like this, I can't! I won't give up without a fight.I knew the odds weren't in my favor but I need to try for him... I walked to the grand hall and the first person my eyes fell on was my own father. His laughter got replaced by a menacing smile when his eyes fell on me; he stood up and so did everyone else. So did Alexander. I know he was watching me but I didn't even glance at him as I walked straight to my papa. "Where's mama?" I asked. "Delilah, greet our guest first then we'll talk..." he answered, trying to grab my hand but I stepped back making him clench his jaw. "I don't care about your guest, I want to know about mama!" the second those words left my mouth, he landed a back-handed slap on my cheek making me stagger to my side with the force of it. My teeth cut into the inside of my cheek. "You ungrateful girl, after everything I did to
♞—Lorenzo I walked to Niko, wiping the blood that trickled down the side of my face. Niko seemed tensed, raging mad and it only made me more fucking restless. He hung up the phone and then glared at me once more. "What?" I asked. "Nothing... he was just making sure I hadn't changed my fucking decision!" As I took in his words, I couldn't help but feel a wave of relief pass through me. Knowing that she was in the arms of her lover, I knew she was safe and couldn't be happier. At the same time, there was a yearning deep in my heart, fucking wishing why I couldn't be the one to make her feel the way he did.Niko walked to the home bar and poured himself a drink, "Where the fuck is she?" he asked. "She is with someone who will keep her safe." I'd go to the ends of the earth and back for Delilah, to make sure that she is happy and safe. I'd tear down any walls and destroy any bridges blocking the way to giving her all she deserves. I'd give her the world, never take it away, and be b
♕—Delilah I winced as Rita put something on my back, something cold but it did nothing to ease the pain papa's whips had left on me. I wrapped my arms around my knees and gently rocked myself back and forth. "Do you know where they are keeping her?" I asked her for the millionth time. "No, I don't, probably in the dungeons in your father's wing," she replied coldly. "Is she being tortured?" "I don't know..." My heart drowned in my stomach as I asked the next question, "Is she even alive, Rita?" Rita sniffled, "No, I'm not talking to you about it. I told you everything and what did you do? You went to the grand hall and challenged your father in front of his subjects, and got whipped to death. So, no I'm not telling you anything anymore!" I swallowed, she had been crying since it had happened, trying her best to relieve the pain as papa had denied me medical attention. What she didn't know was that I didn't want the pain to be just gone... I needed the pain, I deserved the pa