Phthartic Trilogy Book #2
Prequel to The Virgin's Prostitute
WARNING: For mature readers only.
This book can also be a stand alone
Niccolo Black is the best assassin of his time, he's ruthless and is known to care about no one but himself. Marcus L...
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Amaya's POV
Do you believe in God? If so, do you think it's possible to receive a miracle?
I believe there's a God and I think that sometimes he gives us a second chance. He gives us hope.
It was around three am on a Friday morning, exactly four months since we lost Nico. I go on walks around this time so I can be alone in the silence. It helps with the insomnia
I sat at the edge of the falls just looking down at the water. Around this time of day, the moon reflects in a ray and the whole pool of water below looks a bit magical.
It was a quiet night, obviously not quiet enough because I didn't hear when someone snuck up behind me.
His hand covered my mouth first and his arm circled my waist lifting me. My screams were muffled as the figure pulled me further away.
I bit his hand hard causing him to let go and that gave me enough time to get a good breath of air before he took us both to the ground where the soft grass cushioned the blow.
"Amaya do not scream." My back was pressed into the grass and I struggled as he restrained my arms above my head with one of his hands.
"Get the fuck off of me" I was panicking. I knew this wasn't Ariano since he has been sleeping for the last four hours.
A hood covered his head making it hard to see his face in the dark.
"Amaya calm down." He spoke again.
Oh yeah! Calm down because a strange man is on top of me, holding me down in my own backyard and won't let me go. So just calm the fuck down.
He yanked his hood off and my breath froze in my throat.
"No. No. You... You." I was panicking again and started to cry.
"Please don't hurt me." I begged him. Him being my ex boyfriend Vic. He hadn't contacted me for over five years, so why now?
"I'm not here to hurt you." He looked around us, taking note of his surroundings.
"Please get off. You're hurting me." His grip on my wrists loosened and he took some of his weight off of me.
"I'm going to let you go. Okay Amaya? I just need you to calm down and don't run or scream. If it makes you more comfortable I will create distance between us." I nodded my head slowly and as soon as he let go I put distance between us myself as my hands shook.
I rubbed at my cheeks trying to get the tears to stop.
"You're still scared of me..."
"Well you chased me through the woods and tried to kill me when I was fifteen so yeah. I am." I snapped at him, my heart still racing in my chest.
"I'm sorry. I know that must have been traumatizing and you didn't deserve that. Nor was any of it your fault. But Amaya, I need you to trust me for a second and listen." He respected the space I put between us and even took another step back.
