Indebted

Chapter Seventeen

I awoken panic and fear overwhelming me. Broken memories slowly plague my mind as I stretched beneath the thick bedspread.

The vomiting, the beating, my mother's death.

I am still naked and on the bedside table, a glass of grape juice and pain killers. My breath caught in my trachea as I thought of my mother.

Get a grip Emily , things will get better with each passing day.

The setting sun created an orange glow amongst the clouds, soon darkness would take over and with the dawn of a brand new day things should be looking up for me.

I hope.

I stretched again my muscles sore, the room empty. I sat up gathering the covers around me as my stomach rumbled in desperate need of food, padding down the corridors of his exquisite home, soon to be our home.

My new beginning, my new ending.

There were at least five bedrooms, six baths, a formal room, a private elevator, home office, recreational room and jacuzzi.

The entire apartment painted white, the flooring made of hardwood. Massive art work hung on the walls each worth millions.

I was also drawn to the music, lilting notes on a piano, about love. I recognized the piece, John Legend all of me. I followed the music and his angelic voice.

All of me loves all of you.

Love your curves and imperfections.

Give your all to me and I would give my all to you.

What would I do without your smart mouth drawing me in, kicking me out.

You got my head spinning, no kidding and I can't pin you down.

What's going on in that beautiful mind, I am on your magical mystery ride.

His expression bright, happy and completely lost in the music. I leaned against the wall to the entrance of the room listening, enraptured by his amazing singing, his hair damp from a recent shower.

I drank him in from where I stood.

He was half naked showing a powerful back lightly scared but nothing noticeable, nothing to diminish his amazing looks. His inky black hair had grown almost to his shoulders curling at the neck, his lips smooth and well defined against his five o'clock shadow.

Nickolai Carssaro is a mafia don and owner of Carssaro industries. Age thirty nine and he is one of the top ten riches people in the world. Most importantly he was going to be my husband in less than seven weeks.

The time moving much to quickly, no matter how much I wanted it to slow down. Now with my mother gone I felt lost and alone even though I had Alley, Jose and Nickolai but it just wasn't the same, tears prickled my eyes.

He turned gracefully catching me with his dark eyes, a frown filts across his face.

Of course he had known I was watching him, he was a don. A man with such reputation had to be aware of his surroundings at all times.

"Do you want another beating Emily?"

My skin flared as if he had touched me again with his whip, heart raced. I bit my lip and clamp thighs together.

"No" I whispered

"Well then don't cry. Come sit next to me Emily. Let's sing be happy, love, laugh and enjoy our life together."

I am mesmerized, his long skilled fingers waved me over. Those same fingers that wheeled a whip mere hours ago that had brought me to ecstasy not once but twice.