"Mother." She arose from the edge of the bed, drawing to the floor the duvet and Isabella smothered her dress behind her as she brought her gaze to settle on the elderly woman in the wheelchair before the both of them.Leonardo stepped away from her, which was forward and had his arm outstretched. "Mum this is Isabella" He introduced in a thick voice and Isa curtsied to the scrutinizing gaze of the woman who appeared to the indifferent."Isa, meet Freya. She's my mother." He turned back to her and a smile charged to her lips, curving it to the side. Freya retained her emotionless facial expression as she nodded."It's a nice name." She croaked before her hands settled on the wheels, propelling her forward. "Leonardo" She called and he was out the doors, closing it behind her."I hope she's not like the other one." Freya threw her head back at him as Isabella clung to the doors, raising her hands to her ears to hear the subtle echoes of the ongoing conversation. "Her name was Patricia,

“Fuck yes.”Joan let out a sweet, little cry from her lips as her hands fell to Ivan’s strong chest, rotating her hips on his manhood. She bent backwards with her long dusty-brown hair as his hands clasped firmly around her throat. He pushed into her, thrusting aggressively and the creaks of the bed became louder as they approached climax, luckily the door was sealed shut—in an entirely baby-proof apartment. This was the only upside since Isabella left. Ivan was the only upside in her life, right now.“Harder” She was insatiable, and he groaned deeply from the back of his throat in pleasure. Her perky breasts bounced in the silhouette across the walls as Joan’s moans intensified. He was like a god, and even fucked like one. Hell, she could straddle him all day. Moving her hips in a circular motion, Ivan began to jerk forward, burying his chest between the warmth of her bosoms.Her wetness was the lube as she thrusted back and forth. His teeth met her hard rock nipples and her hands

“No.” An earth-shattering yell escaped her lips as she fell to the ground. “No. No” Isabella cried, reaching for his body and holding it firm in her hands which were stained with his own blood.“Leonardo!” She stared heavenward.“Somebody help” Her voice was raucous from her screams, and he could taste the saltiness from her tears. “Somebody help” The whole party had stopped with people slowly caving in on her in the center. But she didn’t let go of him.Why weren’t they doing something?Why wasn’t anyone doing anything?His pool of blood gathered around the hem of her violet strappy midi dress. But she didn’t care—she didn’t care about anything in that moment. Because she could loose him. She could loose the man in her hands, and she wasn’t sure she’d survive it. THREE HOURS EARLIER.“You look gorgeous” Leonardo didn’t fail to compliment as his large hands struggle to grasp the little zip behind her violet dress. It was a custom made midi with a high-cut leg. Silk and draped in its

The water swirled in the tank of the toilet, echoing a rushing sound through the system. Patricia walked out of the stall doors and went straight to the sink. Opening the tap, she placed her palms beneath. But her solitude only lasted a few seconds before she heard the sound of a gunshot ripple through the air above. Her heart stomped suddenly as she heard the screams that bestowed a moment later.And she swiped the tap to close, sauntering out the bathroom doors to see the immense chaos. The music was well subsided beneath the thuds from a hundred feet and Patricia turned around in utter quagmire. “What—What is this?” She stuttered, barely audible as she tried to reach for a waiter who’d let go of the tray in his hands, spilling a few glasses of red cocktail to the ground.Patricia realized if one person were to slip here, there would occur a stampede and a majority of guests would have their skins punctured by the shards of glass that laid capriciously on the floor—she needed to le

“Leonardo!”His hands ferociously barged through the doors as Isabella clung to him through the two-hour drive. “What is going on?” There was a crack in her voice. She was surrounded by red and yellow tapes that crossed through the entire entrance of his villa.And uniformed policeman that stood aside.Tears shimmered in her eyes as she let go of one leg of her heels—it was a terrifying sight and the fact that he had not said one word even haunted the more.“What happened?” Isabella yelled, her voice returning an echo as she grasped his arms roughly. “Look at me.” She gritted through her teeth, coming face to face with his clenched jaw.“You tell me what is going on right now, and who these people are.” Her words were followed by the stopping of an engine, and coming through the doors was Freya, alongside Sheriff Stevan. You know it was serious since she wasn’t in her assistive wheelchair.And Isabella turned to her to see the horror that filled her eyes.“Have you told you?” Freya as