VioletNo this cannot be happening .I was clearly holding out some hope that he would let me go eventually. Then, I had made that stupid suggestion, as a joke, and he was supposed to laugh it off, or merely ignore it. Instead, he’d informed me that’s his plan. Bloody hell, that’s the last thing I want. What sane person would kidnap a person and ask them to marry him ?Of all my romantic novels I read ,this was by far a stupid non romance move.He’d told me my father owed him. And I’d thought…that he’d hold me captive, probably threaten me, maybe contact Nina for some kind of ransom… And, to be honest, there has been a part of me afraid to admit my ultimate fear,that he plans to kill me. Although, he could have done that a long time ago, so maybe not…Okay, the simmering chemistry between us could have something to do with it. It is hard to ignore. And I’d even thought, perhaps, at some point, I’d give in to that temptation… But marriage? What the hell? Why would my jerk of a father
VioletAlessio packed day that he was talking about ,turned out to be him taking me shopping in Palermo.We’d taken a motorboat across to the big island which Alessio had piloted, then he had guided me to a gleaming red Maserati that had been parked not far from the pier. He’d told me to snap on my seat belt before roaring out. A half hour later, we’d walked into this gorgeous boutique… Which had been closed off for the pleasure of the Capo, as the woman who ran the place had informed us.She’d taken me inside, to a large changing room, complete with a sprawling couch, a large mirror that took up one wall, and next to it, a changing cubicle, where I now stand. I run my fingers down the pale green dress that dips modestly in the front, plunges at the back, and flows in an 'A' line to just below my knees. It’s all right, I guess. The cut is awesome, the fabric is beautiful, but the color is all wrong. I blow out a breath.How weird that he’d offered to take me shopping anyway, and after
AlessioWhat the hell is wrong with me? Why the hell can’t I keep away from her? And after what I did to her yesterday, you’d think I’d have the decency to give her a wide berth? Apparently, not. Apparently, taking her virginity with a knife handle is not enough. Now, I have to jump her in a changing room cubicle and make her come all over my fingers.I had planned this excursion with the purpose of trying to make up, somewhat, for what I had done. I’d thought a quick outing, doing what women seem to love most which is shopping, buying new clothes,that would take her mind off of what had happened, off of what a sick freak I am. And maybe, in some way, I hoped to make amends for what I had done. Okay I had been shamelessly trying to buy my way into her good books. The plan had been to leave her alone, to let her browse and choose the clothes she loved, but the situation had backfired on me.I hadn’t been able to wait while she changed her clothes. All I had been conscious of was that
I had taken her with the intention of making her pay her father’s debt. I had realized her links to the Seven make her a key asset. I should go through with my original plan of killing her… Instead, here I am, contemplating marrying her. Except, I can never allow for that to be real. If, for one second, I allow myself to think of how it would be to really be married to her. My groin hardens and my heart begins to race. I’d never be able to let go of her. I’d, forever, have handed over my power to her… And that, I cannot allow. I am my own man. I built up the authority I wield with great effort and I cannot let anything or anyone get in the way of the empire I have envisioned for myself. It’s all I have —the promise I made to myself that I will be the most powerful of all the Five Families—and I can’t stop until I have achieved that. I rise to my feet and stalk over to her. I loom behind her, and she glances up at me, "Hey, Alesso," her face lights up, "this is incredible. The warp, t
"That wasn’t too bad, was it?" "If you mean my having to forcefully kissed you on the cheek." "I need to wash out your mouth," I fix my gaze on her lips, "and it’s not going to be with water." "Whatever." She flips her hair over her shoulder, "You bore me with talk and no action, you know that?" "Are you trying to get under my skin or are you trying to get under my skin?" I slide the phone into my pocket. She tosses her head, "If that was a joke, I don’t get it." "Good," I widen my stance, "because by the time I am done with you, you won’t be laughing." "What’s that supposed to mean?" She twists her fingers together, "I mean, seriously, you are worse than a B-grade Hollywood flick, Capo. Have you heard yourself lately?" I step back and her eyes send a confused signal. “Whats wrong?” “We are going to be late for lunch ,that is what wrong” “Lunch?” I nod . Half an hour later, I sit across from her as she glances around the space. "Capo." Pablo walks up with his usual glower
VioletI don’t understand why he picked me to be his wife,he could have any woman he pleases and he pick me .My whole life was a blur and he made it even worse ,Why the hell should I marry him for my father debt ? Couldn’t there be another way .This guy was one hell of a mystery .I mean I do find him insanely attractive and I’m sure he feels the same way judging by his intense stares and his jealousy .I hate myself for how my body responds to him. For how I understand those dark desires inside of him. Everything that I have tried to lock up inside of myself, from the time I had first been aware of the edginess inside of me, seems to respond to his presence. It’s as if I can’t keep my innermost feelings hidden around him anymore. His corruption attracts the filth I’d thought I had buried deep inside of myself.On our way back from the shopping trip, Alessio had informed me that we were getting married in three days. He had told me that he would have a dress delivered to me if I didn’t
Violet I could see from the look on Isabelle face that she felt bad about what I said ,The cheeriness fades out from her face but I didn’t understand why was she so happy .It feels weird to me and I wasn’t happy neither cheerful about what was going on . I chuckle to myself and she frowns. I rise to my feet, head inside the bathroom, and took a quick shower, taking care not to wet my hair. When I walk out dressed in a bathrobe, she’s standing by the dressing table. I cross the room and seat myself at the stool in front of the mirror. She comes over to stand behind me. "May I?" She gestures to my hair. "Sure ," I murmur. "Only, I have to warn you that I have a certain look in mind." "I am happy to help you." "Good." I meet her gaze in the mirror, "I plan to wear my hair down so it flows around my shoulders." "Keeping it simple." She nods. "That’s good." "After you dye it red." "Red?" She blinks, "You want to dye your hair, red?" "You heard me." I nod. "I need the color brig
Violet I stood there ,poised at the treshold of the church . At the far end of the aisle, he turns to glance at me, then freezes. Even across the distance, there’s no mistaking the tension that radiates off every inch of his powerful body. Next to him, was his brothers and Alessandro ,I could sense the ripple of shock that ran through them ,I take a step forward, then another. I shiver ,tighten my grasp around the bouquet of white zagra flowers from the orange trees that Isabelle managed to rustle up for me .Everyone fixated at me but my eyes were only on Alessio . My footsteps echo through the completely silent church. It seems I have struck my audience dumb. A giggle bubbles up and I swallow it back. It won’t do to get hysterical. Not now, not after I’ve come this far. With Isabelle's help, I’d managed to don my wedding gown… And when I had seen myself in the mirror… The contrast of my red hair with the black silk and lace and my pale creamy skin, all set off with the white rose