MARIELLA Eros had been coming back late at night and leaving early at dawn, stealing all my chances of seeing him and making any conversation. It had been three days since I’d come to this place and not a single day had gone when I’d had his attention for more than five seconds or at all, except th
*** EROS When I’d entered the mansion, the silence wasn’t what I’d expected. Liam had said Gina had taken Juno to walk as usual, but Mariella was inside. She hadn’t left the house since she’d gotten here, but I’d had intel that there had been deliveries coming in and out. She had been changing thi
My chest heaved as I crouched and collected the parts, my fingers shaking and eyes burning. Not with anger. This wasn’t rage. It was all the controlled emotions and the guilt that I had suppressed over the years. I turned the body around; the words carved on the back of the metal sent a shot of pai
MARIELLA Two weeks of being in this goddamn mansion with the same routine. Two weeks of misery. I couldn’t blame Eros. His initiation was in five days and he had been managing both his domain as the underboss of Manhattan and the CEO of Castellanos industries single-handedly. But I had thought he w
“Let’s see what thought of the day Eros has for today,” she said to the screen and turned it toward Eros. He looked much younger, dressed in a grey t-shirt and black slacks. His fashion wasn’t any different back then. It seemed like he enjoyed anything that was remotely close to black or white. He
On the screen was Amara, sitting on the bed with her legs folded. From the first video I just watched, she looked a lot different in this one. Her hair was lying loosely over her shoulder and her eyes were swollen. “This . . . this is wrong. So wrong,” she mumbled, shaking her head, her voice barel
MARIELLA The alarm in my head kept beeping, a constant reminder that I shouldn't be inside the room, but I disregarded it and pushed the door open. There must have been a reason Eros had forbidden anyone from coming to this particular side of the mansion, and that had made me even more curious. Not
My chest twisted into knots. It was my fault. “Let me do it,” I repeated, my words barely audible. Because of the guilt. He twisted his head in my direction and gritted, “The only thing you should do right now is get the fuck out of this room.” I should’ve listened to him, should’ve sprinted out