So sorry for making you guys wait so long. I told you my whole room is upside down. The renovation worker has caused such a ruckus. I can't get a moment of peace. I'm beginning to suspect that the hammer's sole purpose is to tap dance on my last nerve. It's doing a stellar job, really. Tomorrow's update will be at the same time as today. I'll just have to pretend that the drumming of hammers is my version of background music. Thanks for your patience. XOXO
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the knot of my silk tie with meticulous care. The charcoal-gray suit clung perfectly to my frame, accentuating the sharp lines of my body. Every detail mattered to me. The clean lines of the suit, the glint of my cufflinks, and the shine of my dress shoes. I was never one to enjoy these social events, but it was crucial to maintain appearances in our world. Tonight was no different. My presence had to be felt, a reminder of the influence and strength of the Capone name.With a final adjustment of my tie, I turned and walked out of the room. I knocked on Sarah's door, and she emerged in a blue dress. The moment her eyes fell on my suit, her smile waned."You didn't inform me of the color of your suit. I could have coordinated my dress with your tie," she remarked."We're not children heading to the prom, Sarah," I retorted. Her disappointment was evident as she sighed and adjusted her dress. "I just thought it would be ni
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"Well then, I have a proposition for you," the devilish hint in his voice was not lost on me. He had pinned me against the wall just beside the racks and now he was standing just a step away from me, even if I wanted to get out, I couldn't move this brick wall of a man at all. I squinted my eyes at him, "What?" He gave me a sinister smile, "There are still five nights left here on this island, right?" I simply stared at him, waiting for him to continue. "You spend the next five nights with me..." My senses were thrown into disarray, and I blinked, unsure if he had just uttered what I thought I heard.A sardonic chuckle escaped my lips, my grip on the towel tightening over my chest as if it could shield me from him. "And why on earth would I do that?" I questioned, though there was an underlying uncertainty in my voice, a hint that his words had struck a chord within me.With a casual, self-assured demeanor, he ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back,
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅The moonlight made the beach look so beautiful, all silver and shiny. It was warm outside, and I was standing at the edge of the water with waves touching my toes. I wiggled my toes, looking at the vast water before me, listening to the sound of the waves. Taking off my coverall, I dropped it to the floor. I was wearing a red bikini. With each step, the water grew deeper, and the distant rumble of the waves filled my ears. It felt amazing like the ocean was hugging me. I walked further into the sea, and the water felt so good against my skin. It was a bit chilly, which was pretty cool when mixed with the warm night. When the water was up to my waist, I took a big breath and dived under. It was all cool and weightless down there. It felt like I was floating around in the big, dark sea, with just the night sky above. Everything underwater was lit up with this soft, dreamy glow. I kept on swimming. It was like being in a serene, otherworldly place. As I got farther
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Vincenzo Capone - Thirteen Year Old. In the basement of one of the Outfit's hideouts, Dad presented me with a polished silver Colt .45. The gun felt heavy, its metal surface cold in my hands. It was both terrifying and exhilarating because this was the first time he had handed me a real gun, I have always practiced with the fake one but there was no turning back from this moment.Dad watched my every move with a piercing gaze. He showed no signs of tenderness; this was not a father-son bonding moment. It was a lesson, a crucial part of my grooming to become the future Capo of our family.He gestured for me to step closer to the target he had set up at the far end of the basement. A beaten-up, terribly injured man was propped up on a wooden stand. His mouth was clamped shut, tears stained his bloodied cheeks and his eyes pleaded with me to put him out of his misery. I could feel the weight of the gun in my hand as I brought it to eye level, my fingers trembling
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I slowly opened my eyes, and the world was a hazy blur. A heavy fog seemed to hang over my consciousness, making it difficult to sense where I was. The room was dimly lit by the soft sunlight streaming in through the thickly drawn curtains and the soft, plush bedding beneath me felt incredibly comfortable. I shifted slightly, feeling the warmth of the blankets wrapping around me like a cocoon. My head throbbed with a dull ache, and my mouth held the bitter taste of confusion.As I turned my head to the side, I saw him, Vincenzo. He was sitting on the single couch, nursing a glass of whiskey as he watched me, a strange mix of concern and something else, something I couldn't quite put my finger on, reflected in his gaze. He was fully dressed, and the realization of our previous night together slowly started to return to me, piece by fragmented piece. My heart raced as I recalled my loss of control, and I felt a rush of embarrassment and vulnerability washing over m
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅The casino night was a hit for Ethan. I sat there with Amy and Allegra while Ethan was hanging out with the Capones. He had been with them the whole night after Adriano Capone invited him to join them. Amy sipped her martini and looked at me with a sly grin. "So, when are you two getting married?"I blinked, slightly taken aback. "Ethan and me?"She playfully nudged my arm and grinned, her tone teasing, "Yup, unless you're into someone else we haven't heard of.""Marriage...?" I laughed, sipping on my own drink. "I don't know if we're there yet."She rolled her eyes, "Come on, Cindy, we've all seen the sparks. Don't tell me there's no fire."I shrugged, "Well, we...uh, haven't really discussed it."Her eyes twinkled mischievously. "Oh, honey, you should. Who knows, maybe you'll be the next bride around here."I let out a nervous laugh, I never really saw myself getting married, always considered myself too damaged for it, "Well, we'll see what the future holds."A
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Claire Parker - Twenty-One-Years Old... As the countdown reached its climax, I snatched up the shot glass, ready to take the plunge. The entire room erupted in joyous screams."ONE!""TWO!""THREE!""HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"I raised the shot glass to my lips and, with a burst of excitement, downed it in one swift gulp. The cheers and applause from everyone filled the air. It was a moment to remember.Scott threw his arm around me, and we grinned together. Bianca aimed her camera at us, capturing us together as I wrapped both of my arms around his waist. "Everyone, this is Cindy's first legal shot," Scott announced, drawing laughs and cheers from the partygoers. The smile on my face couldn't have been bigger. You see, I had been sober for the past two years, and I was getting stronger each day. And it was all because of him. Scott Mancini was my first love. The party roared on, and the atmosphere became more electrifying as the night unfolded. Friends surrounded me, s
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Buzz...Buzz...Buzz... With a groan and a hazy mind, I reached for the buzzing phone on the nightstand. I managed to grasp it and, still half-asleep, I blindly answered the call."Hello?" I let out lazily, "Who is it?" I asked when no one replied, there was just silence on the other end. I shifted but a heavy weight had settled over me that restricted my movement. I felt so secure and protected being held like that. "Uh, who is this?" a manly voice asked. "Who are you?" I asked as I forced open my eyes. I was in such deep sleep that it felt like I was waking up from a coma. I looked down and saw a head full of thick black hair resting over my chest. Vincenzo... "It's, uh, Adriano, is Vincenzo with you right now?" he asked and I could hear a silent snicker as if he was trying hard to muffle his laughter. Why would Vincenzo's brother Adriano call me? How did he even know that his brother must be here? I pulled the phone away from my ear and saw that it wasn't