Cristiano pulled up outside the mansion, turning off the ignition. He looked over to me, his hand taking mine which was rested on my knee. "There's going to be a lot of questions" he stated"I know. I don't blame them" I looked out of the window, it was quiet, and the lights coming from the house were dim. He smiled, before stepping out of the car. I followed him, closing the door behind me. "I can't wait to have a shower" I looked down at the blood which still covered me."we'll go there straight away" he picked up my hand from my side, before pulling me into the house."The wanderer returns" Angelo stood at the top of the stairs"Keep it quiet Angelo, we'll do greetings in the morning" Christiano sounded slightly annoyed, but he just smiled lightly..."I had them move her stuff" Angelo began down the steps, his eyes glued to his phone."what does he mean move my stuff?" I pulled my hand away, crossing my arms tightly. "I just had them put some of your clothes into my bedroom" Chr

"mi dispiace per la tua perdita" another old man said, before sitting down and continuing his conversation. "I hate funerals, my momma hadn't seen half of these people for 30 years, but they come here and pretend that they cared" he whispered clinically."they are just paying their respects" "I know that, but I'm pretty sure that man screwed my dad over once..." he scowled"stop complaining, and just... remember" he guided us over to two seats near the front of the room, sitting next to Angelo. "if I remember it makes me sad" he whispered, trying not to let Angelo hear him."it's okay to be sad" "It's not for me" he took my hand in his "when I'm sad I tend to get angrier" he squeezed my hand firmly, pulling it over and holding it on his lap. "I'm so glad your here" he smiled, before turning back to the front of the room. I looked around the room awkwardly, it was filled with a mixture of the men from the estate and old Italian men. My eyes caught a glimpse of bright blonde hair,

"And then what happened?" Carly leaned towards me, her face full of excitement."I'm not telling you that" I looked away from her, feeling awkward. "come on! I'm in desperate need of girl talk!" "So ask me about makeup not my sèx life" This was one of those things she would never get out of me, it was too awkward to describe..."I have something to tell you... But I'm not sure how to say it or if you'll be mad" She straightened up, her face going serious."I'm not going to get mad" I reassured her. "remember how I told you about Angelo and me" she began breathing heavily, her hand clutching at her chest."are you having a panic attack?! big breaths!" "no I just... somethings wrong" she gripped the blanket over the sofa, panic over her face. "do you need me to call an ambulance?!" "yes! but get Angelo first" what? why did she want me to get Angelo? And then I realised..."are.... are you pregnant?" She looked up at me, pure terror in her eyes. "omg you are!" I ran across the r

ChristianoThat girl would be the death of me. We would argue then makeup... and boy was the makeup worth it. What I hadn't told her was my motivations behind finding Selene. Me and selene were not good for eachother. we lived life in the fast lane... she was a hook up which turned into more. We spent most the time drunk or drugged up, and I was so reckless... We almost got arrested a few times.She was toxic for me. She encouraged all the wrong parts of me, the parts I have long forgot. I was so much worse before, anyone who talked to me wrong was killed. I would steal and kidnap for fun and loved the feeling of inflicting pain. Don't get me wrong I'm no Saint, but my actions have reason now... They're to protect my mafia, my family or her... Vanessa. Selene was the opposite to Vanessa. Whilst both were outspoken, independent women, Selene was extremely manipulative, she would use her sexuality to manipulate me... she'd use it to score drugs... or for the fun knowing I'd kill the m

Static echoed in my ears, before a surge of pain rushed through my body. My eyes shot open, the bright hospital lights blinding me. I tried to move but I was attached to multiple machines beside my bed. I couldn't hear anything, except my heart rapidly beating in my chest. A voice came into focus, they were shouting to someone... "Vanessa it's okay, your safe, your okay" the nurse soothed, rubbing her hand across my for head. She looked up, talking to someone who I couldn't see. They moved closer, their hand brushing against mine. I knew it was him, I could feel it. "why is she just looking up like that and not moving?" he askedThe nurse looked over to me, before shining a bright torch light in my eyes. But it didn't hurt me, nothing hurt. "she's just heavily sedated... she should come around in maybe 10 minutes. Why don't you come with me, and get a coffee?" she asked him, before moving out of my vision. I felt his hand moving away. I was alone. I felt submerged, like my whole