Emerson Pierce didn't want love, she wanted to be loved. And nobody understood how entirely different that was like Dante DeVanna. From found family and vulnerability to heartbreak and death, join Emerson and Dante on their journey to revenge and pe...
WARNING TO ALL YOU NON HORNY FUCKS. THERE WILL BE MATURE CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER.
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I kept every tear hidden. And even though I'm pretty sure they knew, they left me to my internal conflict.
Never mind the growing pain in the back of my skull, a mirroring ache pooling in the pit of my stomach. This is what we knew.
I was betrothed to Joseph Wentworth.
When my mother, God rest her soul, found out she took me away. She ran away with me in hopes of saving me from the cruel fate.
Joseph, the asshole he is, didn't like this and hunted us until he claimed victorious. He murdered her for the trouble and made sure I was there to witness it as some form of deranged lesson.
Now, since I've messed up my relationship with my father, Joseph finally deems me fit and that plane crash was an attempt to kill the others in order to have me.
Damn Mafia Men. So drastic...
Discussing all of this in the journey back was all but fun, Noah and Luca argued over conclusions like football results and I sat there with Dante's hand on my thigh drawing small circles. I seriously needed to have a conversation with him about us, all this lovey dovey touching and looking was confusing me.
We arrived back at the house, and as soon as we came through the door I let down the ponytail I had in and groaned at the pain rooting through my scalp. Isabelle emerged from the kitchen, giving me a motherly smile as she walked over.
"My my, Miss Emerson. You look like you've been hit by a train." She pointed out, gaining a small laugh from me. I stepped forward and planted a kiss on her cheek.
"Gee, thanks Isabelle. And I don't just look it, I feel it too... Ugh." I rolled my head, my back aching for a hot shower. But before I could reach my hand up to rub at the knots in my shoulders a pair of very warm and very soft lips landed a kiss there.
"Bed, Miss Pierce, now." Dante's chilling and tired voice drilled into my ear. My breath hitched, my cheeks flaming with the act. Isabelle's eyes only glimmered as they switched between me and Dante before she laughed to herself and walked away. I couldn't help the eye roll that evoked me, and the growing concern for whatever it is we were.
"So bossy..." I mused, slipping from his grasp and sauntering upstairs. As I neared the top, beginning to turn my body left for my room, a pair of hands held my shoulders and turned me to the right. Before I had the chance to ask, the raspy voice once again spoke into my ear.
"My room."
I nodded.
"Your room."
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When I stepped inside, I was engulfed fully in the scent that is Dante DeVanna. It was oaky, with a cinnamon like after smell to it. I rolled my neck again, the knots in my shoulder screaming at the movement.
