DRACO Months Later *** "Push Sofia, come on, baby, you can do it." The look she gave me was not one I'd expect from my sweet, demure wife. No, that was the look of someone about to commit murder. If my heart weren't in my lungs, I would've laughed, but I was too scared for that. She'd gone into labor at a very inopportune moment, if I do say so myself, one that had sent both of us scrambling to get decent while panicking about the birth of our first child. I'd prepared everything weeks ago, but when her water broke, I couldn't remember where my own feet were. She, on the other hand, was cool and composed. While I was running around getting things together after calling the hospital, she'd stood in the middle of the room rubbing her tummy and talking to our son; just another day in the life of a pampered princess. In the six months since we'd eloped, she has been an enigma. The scared, frightened girl I had taken from my family home after mom and dad had lost their minds and
DRACO *** He was a beautiful boy. My inner fear that I may look at him and see the man who'd violated her was for nothing. There was no anger or hate in me for him, no blame; how could there be? I'd also worked on her enough that by the time he came into the world, she no longer associated the darkest time in her life with him. He was ours, plain and simple. The truth is, I'd been ready to step in if she couldn't do it. If it had been too hard for her to cope, I would've shielded him until she came around. I needn't have worried, though, because my beautiful wife, although a bit traumatized still, didn't have it in her to hate her own flesh. I know it was impossible for her to forget how he came to be, but I gave every effort to erase that shit from her mind and for her to see our boy as just ours. It worked. As for me, I did my part. I didn't forget, but I'd be fucked if anybody were going to blame my son for shit that he had no hand in. And because of this, the kid had more l
Sofia *** I look around at my life, and I still can't believe that it's mine. When I stepped into this country for the first time all those many years ago, I could never have imagined that one day I would find love and family. That the dark cloud hanging over me would one day recede to let the light in again. Back then, my heart had no room for anything but the vengeance that beat within it. I wanted only to bear a son, a son who would one day avenge me of the wrongs done to me. Yes, papa had tried to make it right, but then I had to lose him as well. Too much loss while the one responsible walked free. It was a festering wound that had stayed with me every day. I did not think I could ever love anyone. My heart was cold, dead even. I knew only a thirst for revenge. I did not know how I would get there, but I knew that someday I would see it. But this man, this Draco Russo, even as I fought him, had worked his magic, and it wasn't long before I learned to cling to him. He'd
GIANNA "Where's that doll your grandmother sent you for your birthday?" I looked around from my place on the floor where I'd been playing with my new toys alone for the last half hour. Daddy had just left to go to work after promising to bring me back something special. I held my breath as I looked over and up at the woman standing in the doorway. Somehow I knew that the smile that she'd worn while my daddy was here would be long gone. It had taken my little brain forever to notice that it always happens that way. When daddy is here, she smiles and laughs with me, giving me the same special attention she gives to her own little girl who's the same age as I. But when daddy's not around, she's mean and hurts. My mouth became dry with dread, and there was that funny feeling in my tummy once again. I felt tears already prickling my eyes because I knew what was coming. No doubt Victoria will get my doll just like she'd got everything else of mine. I didn't use to mind before, back whe
GABRIEL *** "Come in." I opened the door and entered my old man's inner sanctum. "You asked to see me pop?" "Come in, son, and close the door." Uh-oh. That means he's about to read my ass about something and doesn't want mom to hear even a whiff. That could mean one of two things, either he's in deep shit, or I am. From the way he studied me after I took the chair across from his desk, I already knew it was the latter. Damn! It could be any one of a hundred things. No matter how I try to hide my shit from pop, he's always ten steps ahead. "Did you break that kid's nose?" Oh, that shit. "Yep!" I knew that sigh was coming like he'd have done anything different. "Why?" "He got on my nerves. "Son!" "Dad!" I can't tell him the fuck hit on my little sister, or he'd end up in jail. Meanwhile, he's about to ream my ass for saving him a prison term. "Gabriel, the cops were here." Uh-oh. That bitch narced on me? I started to get out of my seat. "Sit down; where are yo
GABRIEL With the weekend behind us, it was back to the grind; school, homework, grades, all the happy shit my parents pay attention to as if neither of them realized that the grown-ass man living under their roof had changed. I myself am not really sure why in the last year, things had become so drastic for me. It felt almost as if the clock was running out. Since the day I turned eighteen, it's like that thing that had been simmering inside since the day I first learned the truth went on boil. Maybe it's because, at eighteen, I'm now officially a man. Not when I jumped up to six-two out of nowhere the summer I turned sixteen, or when I found the first hair on my chin before that. Then I was still somewhere between innocent and wannabe tough guy. But as soon as the clock struck twelve-oh-one on the day of my birth, I knew I'd changed course. I don't resent ma for telling me, far from it. But I do accept that the knowledge changed the trajectory of my life. My dad has been doing e
GABRIEL There was misery and distrust in the fleeting glance she gave me, and that just twisted the knot in my gut even tighter. I'm not sure what she saw in my own eyes that had her reaching out her hand to take the hand that she'd left hanging between us, but as soon as her fingers touched mine, it felt like I'd been electro-shocked. It was so unexpected I almost jerked my hand away. The fuck was that about? I started to pull her away, already forgetting the others and all kinds of lost in my own head, wondering about my strange behavior. For as long as I've known myself unless something involved my nearest and dearest, I steered clear of other people's shit. "Where are you taking my sister?" My steps didn't falter, but I did look back to find the ringleader looking as if she was about to follow us. "Is she your sister?" I turned back to my captive. She didn't say a word, just hung her head even lower as she clutched the folder closer to her chest. There's a story there for sur
GABRIEL I spent most of the evening and into the night thinking about her and trying to put the pieces together. That scene I walked up on was still bothering me, but unless I showed my hand and started asking questions, I wouldn't find any answers. I guess I'll have to wait until I see her again, though going by our first meeting, it'll take at least a month to get a full sentence out of her. For the first time in way too long to remember when it started, I laid across my bed thinking long into the night about something other than revenge. I'm a little annoyed, truth be told, that she'd infiltrated so deeply, so soon. In five years, nothing has been able to take me off course. I've kept everyone out and at arm's length, except Lancelot, of course, because I know it's a waste of time forming binding relationships when I don't plan on being here that long. Even my family, as much as I love them, have not been allowed beneath my guard for that same reason. "Gianna…" I almost