Vincent doesn't cry often; he doesn't even discuss his feelings, so I can’t deny that seeing him like this tugs at my heart. I should be immune to his nonsense, but I guess I’m not."I can forgive you for cheating; truth is, it doesn't hurt anymore. Hell, I think you and Natasha deserve each other. But I can't forgive you for what you put me through at the hospital. I had to crawl in a sea of unknown bacteria strains just to get away from you.""It’s not my fault! It was her idea. It was all Natasha’s idea. She said you’d understand!"A groan leaves my lips at his attempt at an explanation."Oh my God! Don’t you get it? That's even worse! You were the one I trusted my life with; you were the one I loved; you were ‘it’. You, not her! And yet you pass on blame to something I heard you agree to? Are-”"I'm sorry."He interrupts.“I'm so sorry, Livy.”"Yeah, sure you are.”“You- you don’ believe m-me?”“If you were sorry, you’d stop stalking me. You’d understand that I would love nothing
TRIGGER WARNING: VIOLENCE & SEXUAL ASSAULT I'm tired of drinking, and my legs hurt; even the models have started leaving. I guess two a.m. is a record for some of them, me included, yet Elizabeth looks as energised as ever. Her hand grips Edward's thigh, but he casually slides it off his body; even I can tell she is making him uncomfortable, so why can't she? I guess flirting is not for the drunk. I wobble when I stand but make my way to them; he saved me, so it makes sense that I should save him, too. "Drinks." A model says when the door opens again, this time the waiter looks weird; he has a hat on. Since when have waiters walked around in caps and masks? Is there a past-midnight etiquette? "Shots, people!" My hand finds Edward's shoulder. "You said you wanted to call your sister; I found a quiet spot." For a few seconds, he blinks before he realises what I mean to do. "Y-yes, thank you for reminding me." "It's like midnight. Are you really going to call them now?” Eliza
"Make a left. I think I know where they are heading."Matteo said to his second-hand man as he watched the red blinker on Elizabeth’s phone make a sharp turn.He wondered for a few seconds how he could get the app on his phone; it was certainly more reliable than a tracker on her phone.Benji followed Matteo’s instructions and sped through the empty roads, making sure to steer clear of traffic cameras; as he did this, Matteo rolled his muffler onto his gun and rolled down the window."Aaaand, stop."Benji did as he was asked and stopped at an awkward angle, leaving the car positioned parallelly at a U-Turn-specific region. As predicted, a black and speeding van made a sharp turn to join the road they were on.Matteo steadied his hand and aimed for the left front tyre, causing the vehicle to skid out of control as the driver pressed on the brakes before the door flew open, and two men leapt out as the car crashed into a glass window."Gah...so much paperwork."He muttered as he opened
The trip to the station was silent; after offering my statement, the police offered to call me back if more arose from their investigation. That aside, Matteo leaves out that he took one of the kidnappers.Everything seemed relatively tied up by nine a.m. even though Matteo hadn’t said a word to me.“This isn’t the way home.”I mention in the car’s silence.“No, I have some business to clear up; wait for me in the car; it will only take a few minutes.”He says with ease as he merges onto the highway. After driving for a good while, he exits on a road with many underdeveloped shops and structures. Finally, after about thirty minutes of travelling on the same road, we arrive at a field that looks like a greenhouse.Hugo stands outside the building. He is normally expressionless, but right now, he looks worried.“Stay in the car.”Matteo repeats as the car halts in the isolated field.He undoes his belt and slips out of the car. His hands reach his back, where he pulls out a gun.“Is he
The older woman stared down at Matteo as the maids served his cappuccino. It could be poisoned from her glare, but then again, he was fucking her daughter...her very stressful daughter with a knack for danger, so who’s to say she would not be the first suspect in his murder. With that in mind, Matteo placed the hot teacup to his lips and tasted the drink; widening his eyes slightly; he was shocked at the rich flavour of the drink, which was nothing he expected outside his favourite café back in Italy. "If I ask you to leave my daughter alone, will you?" Veronica Lawson asked. "No." His answer was quick. Technically, the ‘Dawson’ deal was done so he had no need for her, especially when she was stubborn enough to refuse birth control, but...not yet. He wasn't done with her yet. "Her kidnappers are no doubt from Dawson's sons. If it wasn't for you-" Veronica Lawson began, but before she could pass on the blame to him, he finished her sentence. "She would have been raped instead b
“What?”I question Elizabeth’s ‘lawyer’ comment, but she turns away from me.“Wait, hey! What evidence, Elizabeth?”She turns back to me and takes my hand, dragging me with her up the stairs, down the courthouse halls and into a semi-full courthouse that appears to have a case in session.The second I walked in, Vincent stood as if he did not expect me. I don't know why, but all he does is look at me until his lawyer urges him to sit.“Sorry.”Elizabeth mutters to the judge as she takes my hand and settles behind Mum. Elizabeth passes the tape to the lawyer and whispers something to her."Your honour, we have new evidence to add to the case."Murmurs grow in the courthouse after our lawyer says this.After seeking permission, our lawyer approached the bench, and the judge called a five-minute recess; at this time, a TV and a VHS player were brought into the room.After recess, everyone settled in the room, and the tape began to play; the first video was of a drunk Vincent outside my f
Matteo D’AmicoThe former prime minister, as if noting his blatant stare, turned to face them."Ah, you must be Matteo D'Amico. I have heard so much about you; I was even considering inviting you for a round of golf now that I am in the country."Matteo stared at the older man for a few seconds before frowning."Is there a reason you speak to me from across the hall?""You are free to approach me."The former prime minister Montgomery Gordon answered Matteo, making him laugh for a few seconds."Is this a Power play?"He asked, and the other man laughed."No, of course not. You see, I am not allowed on that end of the hall, isn't that right, darling?"Darling?Matteo froze at the word before he felt Olivia’s body turn rigid.“Oli-”Matteo turned to call her, but blood had drained from her face, giving her a bluish hue."I-I’ll wait outside."Olivia said in a whisper before tugging her hand from him."Olivia."He called her name, but she didn't turn back or even show the intention to."
The longer I stare at Matteo's jacket on the bed, the more I want to throw it out the window. But even that is a hard task because the minute I lift it, I'll press it to my nose and imagine myself in his warm embrace. “It should be a crime to be that attractive.” I mutter as I turn my focus to something else, anything else. I can smell food from downstairs. Weird, I told Paul I don’t want to eat tonight. Hopefully, he plans on storing the food; perhaps I can eat them for breakfast. With my hair still damp from the shower, I hop onto the bed. My shorts and white shirt are flimsy enough for the warm summer nights, but it's gradually getting colder as we approach autumn. I love fall. My eyes seal shut briefly as I drift off, thinking of leaves falling. Thump! Thump! Thump! Oh god, not again. My heart rate steadily grows, faster and faster, no matter how much I will myself to calm down, I feel myself spiralling to the edge of madness until suddenly, my lungs refuse to take in ai