'The secret to be Good, is to hide the Evil'
Maia Severino, a girl running from her past but stuck in a life she can't continue, doing anything to survive.
Carlos Marchetti, a man in charge, always knowing what to do next, always getting what he wa...
I lay against his soft chest, relaxing in each other's arms. My eyes grew heavy as the heat of the bath cools down.
Our hearts beat as one, as I turn my head to look up at his face. He tucks a stray piece of hair behind my ear, his deep green eyes gazing into mine. "Let's go to bed mi amore" he says softly. "Umhuh" I nod too zoned out to make a sentence.
I shuffle forward letting him get out from behind, sinking back down into the bubbly water. He dries himself off, putting underwear on. "Come on baby" he ushers sweetly. "It's so nice" I complain, never wanting to leave.
"Come on" he says placing a small kiss on my forehead. Taking his hand, he pulls me out, immediately wrapping me in a towel. He hugs me dry with the towel, "thank you" I mutter, wandering into the bedroom.
I put on some shorts and a big comfy hoodie, letting my hair down. Carlos pulls back the duvet, allowing me to slip in beside him.
He draws me into his chest wrapping his arm around my body. I let out a long relaxing breath finally content.
I shuffle back into him, getting comfortable. "Goodnight mi amore" he hums, stroking my cheek and placing a kiss on the back of my head.
"Buonanotte amore mio" (Goodnight my love) I mummble tierdly.
"Did you just use my nickname for you?" he asks with a deep tired chuckle. "Maybe" I giggle quietly, closing my eyes into darkness.
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"WAKE UP!" Carlos shouts, shacking my body. I blink my eyes open, seeing him scrambling around the room getting dressed and panicked. Clambering out of bed, I get my clothes on, tired and confused.
Deafening screech.
My ears ring and pain sours through my body. Dust fills my eyesight, as I search around the mess for Carlos. Blood covers my hands form the cuts, and fire burns in the distance.
"Carlos" I croak as loud as I can. A large figure stumbles towards me, Carlos.
"Quiet mi amore are you okay?" he questions, keeping his voice low. I nod my head my mind disorientated and in shock.
He pulls me up from the ground, as I stumble on my feet. "Take this" he whispers, passing me a gun. "Make every bullet count" he speaks, calmly. Who am I shooting?
I nod not really acknowledging anything he is saying. "Stay close" he demands letting go of my arm and taking his gun in his hands.
I cough at the thick dusty air filling my lungs, trying to be as quiet as possible. We edge out of the room, stepping over any debris and holes, evading the ashes. We make our way to the balcony, seeing 20 or so men all armed.
"We're fucked" I mutter, nerves creeping in. "We need to find the others, we have no chance otherwise" Carlos whispers, no fear detected in his tone. "No need" I stutter, staring down at Sienna, Gideon, Mario, and Aaron all captured.
