Three days passed by and after that day, he started ignoring me.When we reached the house, it was past eight in the morning. Nicolas directly went to the bathroom for a shower. After the shower, he left the room with a few of his utensils and settled down in one of the guest rooms on the first floor. In these three days, I hadn't seen a glimpse of Nicolas not even Stephen, Mariano, Alexander or Victor. So I decided to lock myself up and cry until my eyes pooped out of their socket. I barely eaten in these three days. One of Nicolas' men used to leave my meals outside of the room but I barely touched that. But today I decided to get out of this shitty room. I woke up a bit early today and decided to take a hot shower.I undressed and looked at the bathroom mirror but I gasped when I looked at myself in the mirror.No this was not me.Where was my beauty? Red deep bruises and cuts on my cheeks, arms and my eyes were red, dark circles under them, dry lips. I looked more thin than befo

Bella and Eva noticed my angry red face so they quickly made their way toward me. "Who's that bitch?" I hissed when they finally approached me. "Come down, Natalia. She's nobody to him. Wait, are you jealous?" Bella laughed. "I'm not jealous. I'm disgusted!" I spat. No I'm jealous! So fucking jealous! "Okay, okay. Now come with us and have a drink." Eva laughed and motioned me to walk with them. "I don't drink." I muttered and walked away from that place. I just couldn't stand there and see their melodrama anymore. "Two shots for us. And Natalia, what'll you have?" Eva asked me. "A coke, please." I muttered looking at the crowd. Stephen, Victor, John and Romano was gulping alcohol like their life depends on it while Mariano and Alexander were busy flirting with some women. "You see. That's James, the boss of the New York mafia. That's Dimitri, the boss of the Russian mafia. Everyone of this room is a mafia boss or a boss' right hand or their trustworthy men." Bella explain

Nicolas' Pov:In her arms, even hell is starting to feel like home. Her warmth, her smile, her laughter, her cute anger and everything of her successfully possessed my stone cold heart.I just wanted her. I wanted to spend my whole life just holding her in my arms.My Natalia, my innocent angel.After last night, we directly came to my house and made love again and again until it was four in the morning. That fucking hotel authority had called a fucking mechanic because they thought there's some technical issues and we're trapped. They just ruined our beautiful moment. Luckily, I turned on the elevator just on time otherwise they'd see my fairy naked and surely I'd kill every fucking person.I softly kissed my sleeping angel's cheeks and got up from bed with a smile on my face.Natalia was so exhausted and tired because of last night that she was in a deep sleep. I smirked when I noticed the red marks I left on her soft skin last night. It's already eleven in the morning so I took a

I was in deep thought that I didn't notice when we reached Nicolas' house and the car stopped.Grover opened the door for me to get out. I gave him a small smile and he gave me a small nod in return.When I looked around, I noticed dozens of guards were loitering around the house for my safety. To be honest, I wasn't concerned about my safety. All I could think about was Nicolas.Entering the house, the first person I met was Rosetta."Oh my God, I missed you, Rosetta!" I hugged her tightly and smiled widely."Oh, luce del sole, I missed you too." Rosetta chuckled softly and patted my back. "So, how was Christmas and New Year with your daughter?" I asked with a smile and sat down on the couch."It was awesome. She was so happy and we did enjoy a lot. We also visited some places and ate in a restaurant." Rosetta replied honestly, her eyes were twinkling like stars while she was talking."That's nice." I smiled.But the smile faded as soon as we heard gunshots and men shouting outside.

The whole night passed by crying and barely sleeping. Nicolas' bloody body, his unconscious face, his last kiss, and his voice were echoing in my ears and the whole scene was playing in front of my eyes, whenever I tried to close my eyes. Imagining Nicolas dead was so difficult for me. It was increasing my inner turmoil and the fear of losing something significant. Amidst all the mess, the maid Scarlett left food in my room for dinner. But I was not in the condition of eating something right then. My appetite was long gone.After Scarlett, none came into my room. The whole house was a mess. Shattered glasses, furniture, and blood were everywhere.The next morning, I woke up with a bitter headache and red eyes. I managed to freshen up and take a quick shower but didn't make a move to leave the room.The previous night's activities would keep rolling in my mind if I let myself get outside. I couldn't believe that Delilah was dead. I never thought that Delilah was mentally ill. She jus