The killer of her best friend wants her. What happens when the lines between hatred and desire begin to blur?
𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢'𝐬 life takes a harrowing turn on her best friend's wedding day when an anonymous man crashes the celebration...
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When I got back after finishing what I needed to do, my mind was still all over the place. It felt like even though I'd left Elena Bernardi's wedding venue, my thoughts hadn't. My mind was racing miles per second and so as my soul.
That woman's face flashed before me everytime I'd tried to divert my thoughts. And I'd smiled everytime it happened.
People say eyes are windows to the soul. Hers were window to mine. Hers were talking to mine.
It wasn't just her beauty that captivated me; it was... something else. Something I couldn't quite put into words myself, and something beyond definition. How'd I dare define her beauty, after all.
When I first saw her today, her gaze seemed like it wanted to burn me. And I burned happily. And I burned everytime I remembered.
I swear to God, if destruction had a face, body, and voice, it would be her. Without a doubt.
And damn, I fell for her at first sight, at first glance, or whatever you call it. Became obsessed with her even.
"Earth to Rafael," Enzo's harsh tone snapped me out of my daze. I looked up, fixing my gaze on the pair of brown orbs. A palpable frown appeared on his face. I smirked, saying, "You're awfully needy today, Baby E."
Sitting behind my cousins in the SUV definitely earned me the privilege to daydream about my object of interest, I must admit. But of course, everything, everyone, contain side effects.
The youngest member of de Luca clan's eyes zeroed at me, clearly annoyed by whatever I never did. "I'm clearly not the one begging my brothers for info on some girl I barely saw, Rafey." His smirk matched my own this time.
First of all, I did not beg. Second of all, maybe I did, a little, and that doesn't count. And third of all, I could do the work very much myself if I wasn't hungry and so my mind wasn't working that much except thinking about Quintessa Rossi back and forth.
"Jealous much?" I tilted my head to the side, resting my chin on my palm as I asked him, relishing on the scoff he lets out afterward.
It was the easiest to rile Lorenzo up, and it is why he earned the name Baby E by me.
He turns his head forward, looking away from me. "You want her info or not?"
I grinned. "You got it that soon?" After a pat on his shoulder, I teased, "That's why you're my favorite." He scoffed again, "That's what you said to Charlie last week."
I smiled, "I changed my mind," then I said, "now, give me the laptop, Baby E." I tapped my feet impatiently as he handed me the laptop. Then he returned his attention forward again when I glued my eyes on the screen.
My other cousin, Ace, tells something to Enzo about Elena Bernardi's wedding which barely reached my ears now as my attention was utterly turned to the information about my newest muse.
Quintessa Bianci Rossi, daughter of Silas Mateo Rossi (RIP) & Giorgina Samara Rossi (RIP), twenty-three years old, currently engaged to...
I didn't realize when I finished reading the entire page that flashed the entire life of Quintessa and when it was over, I never felt satisfied enough. Surely, her outer appearance was as clear as mirror to me now, but not she herself was.
Her mind, how she thought, what she thought and what she feels. I wanted to know everything. But it wasn't possible by reading merely pages. I have to read her.
I have to see her. Again. Again. And again. Until I'm satisfied enough. But I know I'll never, ever be satisfied enough. Not with her. I'll always want more. Always need more.
The question is, will she give me more?
"Queen." I tasted the word on my tongue. As expected, it felt delicious. Devoting. Devouring.
