IRIS’ P.O.V The room Les brought me to was a storage room but it had been rearranged to accommodate a small table and two chairs. On this table was a small platter of food that seemed to be from the main course that was spread hours ago at dinner. I looked at Les, and then the food on the table. “What's going on?” I whispered, barely able to contain my feelings. “Are you trying to date me or something?” A corner of his lips tilted up in a smile. “I'm not that romantic,” he said, causing me to smile too. “Please, if you’ll allow me.” He said, motioning to the table. He placed a hand gently on my left arm and I had to bite my bottom lip, so I don’t remember how he touched me that night. I followed his guidance as he led me to the table and pulled out a chair for me to sit. "Why did you need to go to your Uncle's private wine collection?" I asked. Les smiled to himself. "Because I needed an excuse to be alone with you." Our gazes collide. "That and because my uncle promised to sh
IRIS’ P.O.V My body began to tremble of its own accord the closer Massimo got. “Relax.” Les said and my body instantly obeyed.Massimo eyed me with a strange expression before turning to Les. “I hope she got you the wine, nephew?” My breath hitched once again, and panic ran through me like a wildfire. “Yes, Uncle.” Les replied, making me turn to him in disbelief. “It's in your office already.” My mouth dropped open some more as I wondered how and when. At that point in time, Massimo received a call, so he dismissed me with a hand and motioned to his nephew to follow him into his office but Les doesn't follow immediately, which made me approach him with wide eyes. “How were you able to do that?!” I whisper-shouted. “Is the wine really in there?!”Les beamed down at me. “Yes. It is.” “But, how?” Les explained how he had gone down to the cellar while I was eating and had put the bottle in his Uncle's office. “I wanted you to have enough time to get some food in and not rush when t
IRIS’ P.O.V My eyes didn't leave the gun as Massimo waddled towards me. A bead of sweat hurriedly traveled down my back as I stood, rigid and paralyzed, in the anticipation of my death. Massimo must have found out about the key and considering what he did to that Mexican boy, there was no point in giving excuses anymore. Every fiber of my being trembled and when Massimo got close, I held my breath, squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the bang that would end it all. The first thing I felt was the essence of Massimo's body passing by me. ‘Okay, was he planning on shooting me from the back?’ I wondered. My heart pounded once, then again, and when nothing happened, I squint one eye open to find my fiancé wandering aimlessly about the room. His eyes seemed half-lidded, his head hung low and his mouth slack open and then it dawned on me.Massimo was sleepwalking. I almost laughed in disbelief until I remembered the gun in his hand. A sleepwalker and a loaded gun was a very bad combo
LES’ P.O.V I heard her swallow on the other end of the line. “Please hold on,” she said, and from my point of view, I watched her ease out of bed and head for the bathroom. I wished there was a camera there too. Maybe I should have one installed just so I can watch her. Some part of me, the decent part that I had created to overshadow my past self screamed at me that I would be invading her privacy. Then the other part of me, the one that made up majority of who I am and is also the one I try to keep buried doesn't even give a fuck about her privacy. She gave that up the moment she had that gun to her head. When I found the balcony doors open and my uncle about to sleepwalk to his death, it had felt like watching a bad TV soap opera and deep inside, I was rooting for the fall. When I saw the same wish on Iris’ face, I knew she was planning his death and I suddenly wasn't all for it anymore. If my uncle had died at that moment, a lot of things would have happened and it would not
LES’ P.O.V I chugged down a bottle of beer as I watched Iris turn off the lights in her room before going to my uncle's room to sleep. That's when I got up from my seat, walked to a table where a couple of knives lay and gathered them in my hand. My entire body was strung tight with the need to vent and I discovered boxing and throwing knives always helped in situations like this. Walking opposite a knife board, I took my stance and began to throw. After a while, I felt I wasn't alone. “I know you’re there.” I said, flexing my neck muscles while rolling the blade around my hand. “You've gotten soft, billionaire boy.” A deep voice murmured behind me, “Your aim isn’t what it used to be.“Oh yeah?” I smirked, before turning around suddenly and throwing the knife. It shoots through the darkness like a rocket and hits home with a sound. The room comes alive with light as the man flicks the switch. His face is what I see first. Carved to perfection except for the bullet wound scar ma
IRIS’ P.O.V I closed my eyes as the wind permeated my hair and whipped it around. The sound of seagulls and waves rolling onto shore, was like a lullaby to my ears. God, I miss home. I miss my feet in the sand. I miss running into the ocean with my surfboard, and spending hours riding the waves. I miss my life at the port. Once every month, Massimo allowed a three hour visit to my family under the supervision of his men. Thankfully, the man that drove me today was the same man that drove me the night I had my one-night stand with Les and was also the man who watched Massimo beat me a few days ago. The moment we arrived, he had informed me to be back by the stipulated time and not to make him find me. Elated and glad that there'd be no man overshadowing my family time, I had given him a soft peck on the cheek before rushing out of the car to wait for my father at the shoreline. “Pumpkin?” I turned around to see a man dressed in overalls, standing a few inches shorter than me, hav
IRIS’ POVI was a big emotional mess on my way home, sniffling and wiping my tears, while looking out the window. The man who drove me looked at me through the rearview mirror before putting his eyes back on the road.“You okay, Signorina?“Yes, Roberto,” I sigh and sniffle, wiping my nose. “I’m fine.”“You don't seem fine to me.”A humorless laugh escaped me, then I confessed to him. “My Father is terminally ill and he has to have surgery in a few weeks and we don't have the money.” Before he could reply, I added, “...and don't tell me to ask Massimo for money. I don't want to dig a deeper hole for myself.”“I wasn't going to say that,”he said, "I was only going to tell you how sorry I am for what you are going through. I have a daughter your age and I wouldn't wish for her to be in your position right now. This is why I work, so my daughter will not have to go through hardship.”A small bitter smile graces my lips. “You're a good man, Roberto, thank you for everything.”“Just keepin
IRIS'S P.O.V Fear broke out of me in goosebumps as I stood there, staring at the man in the darkness. He flicks a switch and the room suddenly comes on with light, causing me to wince at the sudden brightness. When I was finally able to look at him, I saw the rage in his gaze and I couldn't understand why. “How did you get in here?” I asked, confused and out of my element. Considering that I've been living with Massimo for a while now, my senses have always been on high alert. There was no way someone would open my door and I wouldn’t jerk awake in bed, yet he had done so and even took a seat, and I was none the wiser. This made me terribly aware of the fact that I might not be safe with this guy, after all, Massimo has warned me about him. Then another question popped in my head, that got my heart racing, ‘Is this Les or The Beast?” I'm looking at his face and he doesn't look like the kind-hearted person who arranged for me to have extra food every evening or the philanthropis