EMILIOTHE NEXT DAYFuck. I blew it. I ruined it all yet again with my rage. I threw the umpteenth cigarette in my hands into the bin and fell back on the bed. What have I done to Sarah? How could I degrade her in such a manner? The regret and pain attacked me on all sides, the aftermath of my rage jabbing me.I wanted to fix us, fix the sour relationship we had for some reason unknown to even me, but I shattered all my efforts last night and wiped every bit of smile she had.I couldn't even face Sarah when I was done with her. I completely turned her into a mess, she had no say on her own body.I fucked her over and over like a slut until she was close to passing out. Her tears were soaked in my bed.Yes. She was always right. I am a beast and I will never come to know what real love and compassion feels like. I didn't have the braveness to soothe her. She quivered next to me, trembling like a leaf in a storm and her body had been curled to a ball on the bed.I had to leave the m
SARAH"Where are you taking me to Emilio?" I asked for the umpteenth time. It felt like we had been driving for over a century. Yeah I was being hyperbolic but it was an extremely long ride, and Emilio's insistence on not wanting to divulge our destination only seemed to make me more anxious.My eyes darted to the timer in the car and a loud sigh escaped my lips. We have been driving for over an hour."Emilio say something. Please" I urged him, my patience chipping away and my voice sounding more like that of a kid being denied sweets. "You worry too much. Why can't you just relax and let me drive in peace?" He smirked as his hands manoeuvred the steering wheel.I huffed and folded my hands across my chest, "Excuse me for being too anxious. We have been on the road for close to an hour. I have to know where our destination is" I replied to him."Why? Don't you trust me? Do you think I'd take you to a dangerous place and kill you?" He asked, his full gaze fixed on the road.I rolled
EMILIO Two days have passed since I introduced Sarah to Jack, and I'm relieved she's beginning to glimpse the hidden facets of my personality, the fragments I keep shielded from the world. Growing up was a turbulent journey for me. Despite being born into privilege and showered with every material comfort, my childhood was marred by the presence of this menacing mafia. It took my sister, my only sister, was shot in cold blood and my immediate younger brother whom I don't even know if he is dead or alive. At the tender age of three, my brother was abducted by one of my father's adversaries. Despite tireless efforts to locate him, he vanished without a trace. My mother cried herself to sleep every night. I watch my family suffer emotionally because of this freaking mafia. I never wanted to be the capo dei capi. I wanted it to be passed to my youngest brother Matteo, younger brother Diego or rather Luca. This mafia has taken too much from me and it has turned me into this cold
SARAHI must have been dreaming, my eyes were definitely playing tricks on me. Definitely!Because why would I walk in on Emilio with his lips plummeted on Grace's?I was frozen with shock, and suddenly the entire room felt claustrophobic for me to even breathe in. My chest tightened within me and my heart hammered against its bony barrier, threatening to jump out of my body.I was robbed of my speech that I couldn't even think of what to say other than voicing out Emilio's name which interrupted their 'moment'.Oh God. They darted their orbs to my widened gaze and unexpected intrusion.My eyes moved round how tightly pressed their bodies were against one another once more, unwilling to believe that this was real."Sarah..." Emilio made an attempt to call me, his words like an anxious whisper bearing the weight of his emotions but my legs moved faster than my brain.I ran. I sprinted out of the room without a single glance at the back. Tears blurred my vision and my head pounded at t
EMILIO THE NEXT DAY My steps were quick, one destination in mind as I hurriedly walked through the hallway. I needed to go talk to Sarah, to at least explain things to her.I wasn't given the liberty to do so yesterday because she had shut herself inside her bedroom, probably crying her eyes out and cursing me a million times for hurting her and playing with her emotions.This time it wasn't me. I didn't do anything. Grace was the one who forced herself on me and Sarah just came in at the exact moment.It was an extremely bad timing and my ill luck on love played on me. I really didn't do anything on purpose to hurt her and I wish she could just atleast hear me out then I'd explain my heart out to her.She hadn't eaten dinner last night and I was hell worried about her. I had maids lined up variety of her favourite dishes at her doorstep but Sarah refused to open the door. She rather starve than open up to me.She wasn't avoiding the food, nor any one else. She was avoiding to mee
EMILIO "We have important news Capo" Luca said in his usual stern tone whenever we were talking business.I strode towards my conference room, walking past guards who went rigid as statutes and bowing their heads. "You really haven't stopped this tradition of guards bowing at you huh?" Luca smirked as we kept on passing more and more guards.I frowned at the thong of underbosses and soldiers that pulled into the company today. Well we were expecting to sign a multi million dollar deal on some ammunitions to be shipped to the Middle East today.Marcello had informed me that we had to entertain some Arabs today in discussion of the contract.I smirked as we walked along the busy path leading to my conference, "it's an age long tradition. One of the best that I like" I pulled open the door and my most closest capos and underbosses stood up at my arrival. The air felt tense, I could tell whatever news they had to tell me was of serious concern. And I really hope it's a lead on The R
SARAHI used a serviette to wipe my lips before pushing my plate aside. I was already tired of eating and I hadn't even eaten much. I hadn't set my eyes on Emilio ever since I ordered him to leave my room and it's been two days since then.Grace, however, has been a thorn in my ass. I could tell she was already spoiling my name to some of the staffs whom I presume were her friends. I hear the snide comments, the hushed whispers and the saucy gazes they pass my way. But they dared not refuse any of my orders. If anything I've become more authoritative in Emilio's mansion, I never realised how much power Emilio bestowed on me when he ordered me from the beginning not to engage in any house chores with the rest of the house staffs. But I would always find it strange so whenever he wasn't around, I'd offer my assistance. But now I'm done with that. A sigh escaped my lips and I pushed my chairs back, standing up right."Clean this up" I ordered without sparing a glance at the maid. She
The room was cloaked in a chilly atmosphere, punctuated by wisps of cigarette smoke swirling from the lips of a middle-aged man seated at its center, his exhalations blending with the air around him.A fire place crackled by the side, its flame providing an angry red glow on the wall.He dragged the cigarette to his cold lips once again and puffed out balls of smoke. His eyes were fixed on the television before him, it carried news of a destruction in a warehouse, one of Emilio's warehouse.A snide smile broke on his thin lips and he rubbed his hands which had been concealed by thick gloves together, basking in the little warmth provided against the harsh weather. The biting cold rendered the room almost unbearable, each exhale visible in the frigid air. Dmitry Ivanov, a man in his early sixties, retained the same aura of power and brutality he had wielded two decades prior when he ruled over native crime syndicates with an iron fist.His hair had speckles of grey in them and a th