RICARDO Death, one word that carried depth. Something that had never and will never be evitable. It creeped up at your doorstep, taking you unaware just when your life began holding meaning. The funniest thing about death was how many people begged for it, yet, it didn’t come. Many people forced it upon themselves. And many people planned out how it'd play out for them. Death was dreaded by all, yet, a lot of people obsessed over it—I might’ve been one of those people who were obsessively fascinated by death. How else could I describe the way I lived my life? Hiding from people, taking up the name—Ghost, living in the shadows. . . I lived a baseless life until I met my doom and she pulled me out of the shadows and made me her own; her target. The first time I met Ginevra Rodriguez, I knew I was doomed. What was more baffling was the knowing that she was my ruin, still, I couldn't keep my distance. That was who she was, an enchantress. She pulled me all the way in and entrap

GINEVRA My eyebrows creased together in confusion but before I could say anything, my earpiece activated. "You've been spotted, Ginevra, and unless you're hell bent on dying, get the hell out of there!" Paulo hollered. "I think what he meant was. . .run!" Izzy yelled and I took off. "Give me a fucking break," Harley sneered. Gunshots rippled around her like fireworks. My situation too, wasn't any better considering half the henchmen of the Sanchez's were pursuing me like their life depended on it. They wanted to take me in alive but that didn't stop them from sending bullets my way. I ran until my black SUV double crossed me and I jumped inside, panting and choking on my cough as my lungs were on fire. "Look who made it," Dominico jested. Meaning to chuckle, a groan escaped my throat when I felt a sting on my arm. My eyes snapped to my arm and I found Raul trying to stop the blood flow by applying pressure on the wound I didn't even realize was there. That was how numb I was p

GINEVRA I slapped Dario across the face, laughter bubbling against my throat. “You gave me power? Me?”I laughed again, shaking my head in disbelief."You ruined me. You fucking ruined me. No doubt you gave me a name but I had to work twice as hard for the power that came with that name. Everything I have today was my hard work not yours!" My breath became erratic and I looked over at where Izzy and the others stood to find their jaws gaped open as they gave me the look I detested, "I don't like to be pitied." I gritted and they all looked away. "You and Gustavo did all of that to me while your wife and daughter watched and laughed in amusement." I breathed as I grabbed a dagger from the tool bag and walked over to where Sofia and Emma were tied up. Pointing the dagger at my—foster—mother, I scoffed evilly and yanked her head back by her hair. "You watched while I cried and begged you," I plunged my dagger deep into her left eye, twisting it until her eyeball popped out of its s

GINEVRA Walking down the empty, extremely quiet hallway of my underground house, my heart began pounding hard against my rib cage as I wondered how I'd bring myself to break this news to Izzy. But it was something I needed to do, it was something that unsettled for a really long time and I finally would love to open up about it to someone that might understand. About two weeks ago, I had successfully wiped out the Rodriguez's and of course successfully convinced the whole of Italy and its underworld that I was dead. Except for a few people who saw through my little game, but they'd have to die before they'd be able to find me and prove otherwise. Out of fourteen days, I took seven and rested until I was feeling refreshed and renewed. But one thing that never let me have a good night rest was the knowing that Ricardo was alive somewhere, probably waiting for me to figure it out and find him or not. But wasn't that what curiosity did to a person? trick your mind until it stripped you

GINEVRA After I and Izzy had successfully snuck back into the house, I slipped into my room, had my bath, and began pacing back and forth, impatiently waiting for Izzy to come in so we could explore each other more. My door pushed open and Izzy peeked her head through, "hey," she whispered with a smile and I gestured her to come in. Not even waiting for her to completely shut the door, I spun her around and slammed her back against the door, at the same time connecting my lips with hers as one of my arms snaked around her waist, pulling her into me, the other arm latching on to her breast. "Oh my God, Izzy, that was insane. . .what you did to me at the garden." I rasped against her lips. She smiled, pulling away from the kiss. "I'm a woman of my word," Izzy winked, placing a small bag on the bed. "We'll start slow with the things I believe you might be comfortable with. Just communicate and we're good, hmm?" I nodded my response. "Well, what are you waiting for, Ginevra? Get na