Laura’s POV “Give me a minute,” I muttered to the prison warden, as I grabbed my pair of crutches from the chair beside me.With the aid of the crutches, I hoisted myself up from the chair and headed into the courtroom, with two wardens trailing behind me.Today was the day of my sentencing and I knew without a doubt that the results would be highly unfavorable for me.I was merely going because I had exhausted my medical excuses for the week, thus I couldn't lie about the phantom pain that I often felt on the stump of my leg.That's right, my right leg, where I was shot was amputated two weeks ago. According to the surgeon, the bullets had destroyed my veins and it'd be advisable to cut my right leg, or else it could affect my other good leg.“Thank you,” I whispered, as a warden helped me onto the chair in the dock.I could feel everyone's eyes on me but I had no option but to put up with the strange stares. Let's face it, I ruined my own life by ever involving myself in the world

Catherine’s POV “You are drop-dead gorgeous, Cathie. Alessandro is so lucky to have you as his fiancée.” Rita cooed, as she stared at me, eyes twinkling in awe.“Really?” I asked, a mix of curiosity and impatience simmering within me, as my eyes were closed, in order to allow a smooth eye make-up application.To my utter relief, Zia, the make-up artist and hairstylist, uttered. “You can open your eyes now, ma'am.”Exhaling heavily, I fluttered my eyes open and beheld my reflection in the dresser mirror.My best friend was right; I looked absolutely stunning. The makeup had accentuated my features in a perfect manner, that I never thought was possible.Zia was really good at her craft, and I was more than impressed by her work. And for that, I mentally noted to give her a huge bonus.I had made it clear to her from the get go that I didn't want something exuberant and ostentatious, and she had duly followed my instructions.She had also done a great job with my hair by tossing it into

Alessandro’s POV “Have I ever told you that you're fucking perfect?” I asked, laying kisses from Catherine's clavicle to her slender throat, as my hands grabbed her wet and full ass.Gosh, I could already feel my balls twitching with the desperate need to climax, as she squirmed in my hold.“Y-Yes, several times even,” She moaned out, facing the shower wall, as I reached downward to cup her puckered slit.“Good, because you deserve to be reminded at all times,” I growled. “I must have saved a country in my past life for the heavens to bless me with a sexy perfection like yourself.”“Your fingers,” She mewled, arching her back, so that her ass grazed my erection, sending sparks of wild desire through me. “I need it.”“Where?” I asked, teasing her folds with both thumbs as a moan escaped her. “Here?”“Y-Yes, please. But go in,” She nodded fervently, to which I chuckled as my I gazed downward at my precum leaking cock.I needed to be inside her or else this would end before it even bega

Catherine’s POV “Mummy!” Leo's voice rang from behind us, as Alessandro and I walked to the parking lot.I felt an immense swell of happiness within me as I spun towards the direction of his voice, and saw the twins running up to me.Crouching, I opened my arms wide and grinned at them. “My babies.”As they launched themselves into my arms, I pressed kisses to their respective foreheads, then inhaled lungfuls of their soft hair.I had missed the soft smell of their baby shampoo.“I missed you so much, my loves.” I said, rubbing circles on their back. “I'm so happy to see you again.”“We missed you, mummy,” They chorused. “And daddy too.”Only then did I remember that Alessandro was probably waiting for us.Standing up, I darted him a sheepish smile, which he returned, with a fond head shake, as Liam and Leo ran to hug him.“Welcome home, sir and ma,” Marco spoke from behind me. “I hope the journey wasn't too strenuous.”“Thank you, and no, it wasn't,” I supplied.“Marco.” Alessandro

Catherine’s POV My lips curved with a smile, as I fiddled with my wedding ring, while thinking about the fact that in a week, Alessandro and I would have been married for a week.A knock then came on the door, pulling me out of my blissful reverie.Steering my attention from my ring, I said. “Come in, the door is unlocked.”A young, female nurse walked in. “Good afternoon, Dr Williams. The pediatric patient has regained consciousness.”“Very well then,” I said, standing up. “I'm coming with you. Let's go.”On reaching the pediatric ward, I saw my patient, a seven year old girl who had suffered a skull bruise, after slipping and falling on a wet, tiled floor.According to her mother, she was playing with her elder brother and they hadn't noticed the splooge of water on the floor, and were running around the house.“Hi, sweetie,” I said, retracting her folder from the bedside table. “How are you feeling?”“My head hurts,” She drawled. “And I'm hungry. Where is my mummy?”“She is outsid