For the last few months, there had been, only about, four days, when I had a good night's sleep. I had demons. And the night reminded me exactly why. My demons appeared vividly in my dreams. Each time I tried to forget, they reappeared. I couldn't escape them, no matter how hard I tried. This was something I was sure I would never escape, something that would always remain a part of me. Sometimes it felt like my past was embedded into my soul, I could feel its remnants flow through my body every passing day.My dreams - nightmares - were characterised by similarity. Most days, it was like an episode on repeat. Some days though, it was more real, more horrifying, and I felt everything down to my bones. It was

He was here. Don. Don was here. I did not have it in me to face him. We would be meeting again; I had known that. But this...soon? I was not so sure about that. What if he’d decided today was the day I died? What if he wanted to kidnap me and sell me to a cannibal? What is he sold me to Alessandro?!I told my co-worker, Millie to take his table. She looked at me weird - because, who'd deny a chance to wait on that sexy piece of a man?She pushed her chest into his face, smiling coquettishly at him as she asked him what he wante

I followed Mariano up the stairs that Aria had just come from. His steps were deliberately slow. I was getting pissed. What exactly was happening here? I was dying, dying of anxiety."You called me yours." I said to him. He turned around to look at me once, then commenced walking, entering a large room with a mahogany desk. The same room where we had first met."This is my offic

I woke up alone in bed. Good thing, because somehow in the course of the night I had become diagonally positioned. I turned to the side. Mariano stood in front of me, all dressed up, looking dapper in his usual attire."Buon giorgio, Bella." He smiled.(Good morning)"Good morning." I said, sitting up. "What's the time?"

The club was blaring hard rock music. It smelled like sweat mixed with expensive cologne. And, it smelled, vaguely, like gunpowder. But maybe that was just in my head, considering the number of guns I was near these days. The name of the club was The Nostra. I thought it was weird, as it sounded like something related to the nose. Landon explained that it meant 'the thing' in Italian. Too much of Italian. I was surrounded by everything from that damn country. God.Landon made me sit on a high stool at the bar - I'm too short for him, he's like 6', Mariano maybe is 6'3, and why is he interrupting my thoughts? - and ordered me a cranberry and vodka. I was underage, but Landon knew