Enemies to lovers
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ʟᴜᴄɪᴀɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇʟʟɪ is not your typical Mob boss, he's also a diagnosed psychopath with obsessive tendencies. He's ready to possess everything he wants by fair means or by foul. With a sinful body an...
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My delicate fingers draw patterns on the grave infront of me. I play with the dead petals of the flowers laid on the tombstone
Roman Rune (1970-2023)
My forest eyes dart towards the stone laid right next to his grave,
Genevieve Rune (1976-2023)
I feel a wave of guilt and heartache crashing over my body as I fall on my knees. I lower my head waiting for tears to fall but the wait was unnecessary.
The apricity lingered on my face, kissing my nose trailing down to my lips. I look up at the bright sun, the rays poking my eyes and the warmth wrapping around me like a shield on a cold winter morning.
I've always been a pampered child, Being the only child in my family had it's own perks. They had always given me princess treatment, I was treated like a baby.
"Princess?" I hear a deep voice, feeling presence behind me.
Liam comes next to me, standing by my side. Our shoulders brush slightly and I lean towards him. He wraps his arm around my shoulder, patting my head.
"I'm sorry Princess" He mumbled.
Liam had been our guard ever since I was born. He was appointed the day I came into the world. He always treated me like his own child.
"Shall we?" He asks lowly.
I know he's asking whether we should leave or not. He just wouldn't leave me alone. I wanted to sit here forever... maybe a little more.
"You just wouldn't leave me alone would you" He chuckled shaking his head.
I sigh, giving up. He takes my hand and walks me out of the cemetery towards the black Benz waiting for us at the exit.
He sits infront along with the driver while I lean against the window in the backseat. I watch as we drove deeper into the city.
Life goes on. I think, but does it? I feel my heart being ripped out of my body as I recall yesterday's events.
The traumatic look in my face when I find my parents being hung at the entrance of our house, blood dripping down their eyes. Papa's left leg was sliced apart while mama's right hand was missing.
'Scorpio' the word was carved into mama's naked chest.
I grip the door, gasping for air as I feel a large hand choking me. My legs kick and I try to move, scream...but no words leave my throat.
