Emiliana
Everything I knew was a lie. Giovanni, Luciano, possibly my father. I felt sick as Giovanni finally shared what he was so intent on keeping from me. I should have felt relief, but instead, I only felt the bitterness of betrayal.
I saw the hurt that contorted his features, but I didn’t care. He needed to know how it felt. It was a continuous cycle with us. Fight, make up, fight, make up. I was exhausted with the constant pattern, never ending and doomed to repeat forever.
“Principessa, please don’t cry.”
I hated him seeing me upset. My face tightened with anger as I fought my own emotions alone. I resisted all my urges not to fall into his arms, it took everything within me to remain standing strong, despite the tears that began to
Emiliana “The Castellano’s?” I gulped audibly. “But you said you left the Verdi’s.” “The Castellano’s were my family, the Verdi’s were a job.” His eyes met mine with a dark sparkle. “The Verdi’s were my ticket to finding my father, to eventually leave that life.” “Wait,” I shook my head, clearing my thoughts for a moment. Everything was jumbling up into a contorted puzzle. “So you left the Castellano’s to join the Verdi’s, to then leave?” “In short, yes.” “So your father worked for the Verdi’s?” I was beginning to piece the puzzle together, albeit slowly. “And Luciano?” “I don’t know,” he sighed. I could hear the hesitation in his voice
Emiliana In between the lustful glances and secret touches, I had spent the last couple of days basking in the sunshine on the deck or literally tied up by my underwear in Giovanni’s bed. Every moment I shared with him brought me a step closer to the man inside. He wasn’t just a bodyguard to me, he was so much more and it scared me knowing that. For the first time ever, my heart wasn’t mine anymore, it was Giovanni’s, and he could crush it with one simple squeeze. I always felt alive around Giovanni, as if there was more of life to live than I could ever anticipate or conquer. Although we had never uttered the words, I knew that what I had been feeling over the last few days, possibly even weeks, was more than just falling for him. I was ir
Giovanni I must have laid for hours, twisting the silver keychain between my fingers. The pads of them traced the tiny detailed indentations, committing each engraving to memory. Every now and then I would turn to watch the peaceful angel beside me, her gentle breaths darted across my skin almost tickling me. Emiliana was unbelievable, intoxicating in every meaning of the word. She might not have known it but the connection between us was no longer based on our urges but something more. Every glance my way, her eyes would sparkle with longing. She had a way of making everything seem so much simpler, easier. I had succumbed to the feeling that I now knew to be more than just lust. I had never uttered the words to another
Emiliana The moment we stepped into the room, Giovanni’s hand swung behind him, pulling me against his back. The breath escaped my lungs and my chest constricted as I caught a glimpse of metal pointed directly at his head. It felt like an entire minute went by where we all stood still. I couldn’t see much past Giovanni’s shoulder and he wouldn’t let me. Whatever he was protecting me from, it was just from getting hurt. He didn’t want me to see what was about to happen next. “Farsi da parte, Cruz.” (Step aside) A deep voice ordered. “No.” Giovanni stood firmly with his arm protectively around me. Every part of me was frozen to the spot. A mixture of adrenaline and fear made me tremble and I had to grip onto Giovanni’s suit jacket to steady m
Giovanni Pain. It was something I was used to. I had felt it so many times before in various forms, but it never got easier to endure. What was more overwhelming was the pain I felt when Emiliana was pulled away from me. I could do nothing, I was helpless. Even when I heard her screams, I couldn’t get up. Everything was telling me to move, but the foot on my neck and the gun to my head were telling me it was a bad move. I had managed a clear shot, right between the eyes just before I dropped to the floor myself. Panic mixed with adrenaline that fuelled the sinking realisation that this could be the end for both of us. I could hear her faintly in the distance, but I couldn’t reach her. She was too far away. I tried to call back to her, to reassure her that I would find her but all
GiovanniI stepped out into the courtyard, meeting my father's eye from where his car was parked. The sun blazed down, seeping into his all black outfit. This was it. This was the moment that would seal my fate. I shuffled nervously, playing with the cuffs of my sleeves.“Hijo.” (Son) My father held his arms out, wrapping me in an awkward hug.“Padre.” (Father) I sighed back.“¿Estás preparado?” (Are you ready?) My father rubbed his hands together, as if he had the master of all plans. I followed behind him, keeping close to his side.“¿Crees que esto funcionará?” (Do you th
Emiliana I had lost all ability to breathe as I stared at Giovanni and his swollen eyes and cut lips. There wasn’t one bit of him that hadn’t been assaulted. Yet his whole demeanour was calm and poured with confidence. I felt guilty that I couldn’t believe his words. I wanted to hold on to them like gospel but I knew he was only feeding me his own strength. Convincing me that he would get me out; he was willing to die if it meant I lived. I couldn’t absorb his words like I had wanted to though, because the reality was that he was broken and I was broken. And we were both going to die here. I watched as the man I had fallen in love with dissolved into nothing. No longer the strong willed, enigmatic man that had captivated me all those months ago. Whatever they wanted with him, I was their token to b
**Warning: Due to sensitive content, readers discretion is advised.** Emiliana The cold metal pressed against my throat, the searing sharpness of death was calling to me. All I could think about was the life I hadn’t experienced yet. My life never flashed before my eyes like so many people tell you. It fluttered by me in stagnant images one after the other. Stills of hopes and dreams I was yet to accomplish and live through. Me tied up on the floor wasn’t on it. “I promised I would kill you last.” Luciano whispered in my ear, enjoying seeing the fear that swam in my irises. “Your Grandfather thought he could get away without paying what is owed.” The blade pressed harder against my skin and I could feel the cold air seep into the tiny cut on my throat.