~*~ “Well," I smiled teasingly, “That was something.” “Megan is not for me.” He answered. “Oh, so you have a type? I mean, she's beautiful though.” James gave a soft, short laugh, “You can be the most beautiful woman in the world, but if you're heart' is full of shit, that's not for me.”I honestly hadn't expected him to say something like that. It wasn't a ‘Sinister Response'. His way of thinking was so different from what I assumed it was.“Kid,” Marc called me as he poked his head out the door, “You all can come on in here if you like, I would like if you meet Martha.”I hesitated a bit, but James indicated to me that I should go.James got kept back with a phone call, so I followed Marc through the room and up a flight of stairs where we came to a cozy living area with a few doors to the side and a small open concept kitchen at the corner.“Oh this is lovely,” I smiled. The atmosphere gave such a welcoming hug.“Oh, you must be Becky!” a hearty voice called from behind me. A t
~*~James had been downstairs for more than twenty minutes and Marc had left along with the kids as well. I told myself I'd have patience, but that was running out quickly.“Are you alright?” Martha asked calmly behind me as she sat with Caleb, who was falling asleep on the sofa.“No, I just feel a little nauseous. I'll step outside for a bit." I smiled politely back at her and exited the room.There was this gut feeling inside me that something was wrong. Rushing down the stairs, I looked around for James, but he was nowhere to be found. Something was definitely wrong. Abruptly, I heard a loud thud that came from behind the back door outside. Making my way towards it, I heard two voices in argument, one including James.“Stop this nonsense, Ana. It has been going on for too long."“I will never stop until I get justice for my sister. After what you did to her:” She hissed.“I never hurt Violet. You knew this."“Oh please.” She scoffed, “And what about my mother?”“You've been accusin
~*~ “Want to get a drink with me?”Taking a deep breath, I gave a small nod, “Sure,”“Okay,” I began as we sat at the table with our drinks, What was that all about?”“Which part?”“I’ll probably start with the most interesting part that doesn't involve me, but I'm curious as hell.” I smiled.“Ana-Maria?”“No, Violet.”There was a sudden look of anguish that washed across his face, but he hid it as he took a drink calmly and responded, “She meant everything to me, I'd never hurt her.”“Meant…?”“I need to start from the very beginning to help you understand Becky, starting with my parents,”For a second I wondered if I did the right thing by asking him about this, but James somehow had this willingness to relate his story to me.“I was born in Croatia,” he began, “My mother is Croatian and my father is Romanian. My father constantly left us to fulfill his work responsibilities elsewhere until one day I discovered my mother was becoming very ill and needed urgent treatment. We didn't
After bidding farewell to Martha, I left with James.“So these people,” I began as I looked out at the night sky on our way back to the house,“Are you sure they'd help me?”"I'm one hundred percent sure, Grey.”“Okay good, I trust you, James. Even though I only met you recently. I'll kick myself if this turns out to be a lie.”“You'll what?” he almost laughed.“For trusting people, I have no reason to trust.”“It seems like a valid point.”“James,” I took a deep breath, “This man, Gianmarco Vincelli, I've heard the name before.”“I assumed you may have heard it. Not knowing it, however, would always be wiser:"“What do you mean?”“Nothing good ever comes out from knowing that name, Becky.”“I have only heard about him James, from what I know, he's not on good terms with the Salvatores.,"“They're rivals. Their families are against each other.”“But why?”“Are you questioning me about mafia business, Becky?” he laughed. Finally.“Have you ever met them?” I asked curiously.“Who?”“Sin
~^~You know how to drive right?" he suddenly asked me waiting for an answer, but continued anyway, “Doesn't matter. Take the wheel.”“What?”Before he even answered he scrolled down his window, grabbed a handgun from his kit, lunging himself halfway outside to aim at the chasers. Without another moment to spear, I unbuckled my seatbelt and scooted over to the driver's seat taking full control over the vehicle.“Keep driving!” I heard him shout to me as he hit his hand on the top of the car as a signal to me, “And don't turn back for me.”Gunshots aimed at us as I continued to drive faster and faster. James climbed out of the car completely, and I could hear his footsteps on the roof of the car while the sound of gunshots obstructed my hearing. From the rearview mirror, I noted James, jump onto one of the cars and kick the driver out. I was honestly amused. He's such a badass. This random twat driver suddenly appeared in front of me, causing me to take a sharp turn while he aimed a gu
~*~“Get her there safely.” With that, he got out of the car and headed to a motel nearby.“He’ll be fine, don't worry about him. He dealt with things like this already. Currently, we should focus on you because I, for one, don't want to get my ass involved with the Salvatore's anymore," “James told me about your father, Hades.” I began on our way back.“Daddy,” he spat, “Never liked that old bat anyway.”“Well, that's-"“Interesting? Sad? Pathetic? Yeah, we never used to see eye to eye. My old man was a dictator, I was a free spirit.”“Why were you tied up by Vincelli's men?” He rolled his eyes, “Are you always this nagging?”“I'm a woman, it's what I do.” I retorted, “And you didn't answer my question.”“I'm not obligated to answer to your cupcake.” Placing my hand on the gun, I smiled sweetly, “Would be a pity seeing a bullet through your brain,”“Can't have no damn civil conversation here, now can I?” he answered mirroring my smile, yet in an annoyed manner.“What can I say? Th
“Miss?” he sweetly yet worriedly asked again. I noticed he held one of the pool sticks in his hand, yet there was no one else in the room.“You play alone?” I questioned perplexed.He seemed a bit taken aback by my response, yet he recollected himself to a smile, I'm glad you're okay. Can you walk properly?"“I’ll learn if I can’t," I assured him as I steadied myself and took a step away, yet I felt hell yank my right foot down.“Maybe you should sit.”“Uh, no it's fine. My brother must be waiting for me outside, besides my mom did tell me to be wary of strangers." I smiled sweetly recollecting that most beautiful men play the dirtiest games.“Oh, I understand.” He said almost hurt. For some reason, my heart couldn't leave like this. There was something about him, so genuinely sincere that I couldn't just walk away from it. I wanted to ask him why he was alone in this room or why was there a tremble in his voice when I was about to leave. In that instance, thought to myself, why not
“You alright miss?" the bartender asked bringing me back to reality.“Yes, yes," I smiled back politely.I felt tired and honestly really exhausted. Maybe I should have gone to the room and tried to get some rest for a while. Scanning the room for Moe, I neared him chatting with a tall blonde.“Piranha," he smiled, “Are you okay? Have you been drinking?"*No," I answered honestly, “I’m just tired, can I get the room key?""Sure," he instantaneously replied and grabbed the room key, "Becky," he called me again, "Are you sure you're alright?"“Yeah," I smiled, “All good."As I made my way across the room towards the exit I felt lightheaded yet somewhat heavy. Maybe I should have stayed here with Moe, it was safer. Somehow I felt like my thoughts fuzzed around my mind and I got this mild headache. I need to get back to Moe.“Becky," some cooed my name as they steadied me with them and caressed my hair gently, “Let's go.""Go?" I asked sleepily."Home, let's go home, Becky."At this poin