A harsh glow of early moonlight filtered through unfamiliar curtains, casting a small light across the room. Disorientation gripped me as I slowly regained consciousness.
A dull ache pulsed through my hip. I tried to sit up, only to be met with a sharp twinge, a reminder of the bullet that had found its mark the previous day.
4 a.m. — the clock on the nightstand read, and the sheets clung to my form as I shifted. Panic fluttered momentarily until my gaze landed on him.
Vincent.
He lay beside me, asleep. A strange mix of vulnerability and reassurance washed over me as I took in the sight.
It took a moment for my surroundings to register—the room, the familiarity of the furnishings. Vincent's old room in his parents' house.
How did I end up here?
The memories of the gunshots and the chaos flooded back, each piece fitting into the puzzle of the night before.
I turned my gaze back to Vincent, his presence a silent anchor in the midst of the turmoil.
His parents' home, a place that held layers of memories, felt like an unexpected haven. The clock on the nightstand ticked away, marking the quiet moments that lingered before the world woke up.
Gingerly, I touched the bandage on my hip, the reality of the situation sinking in. The bullet had found its mark, a consequence of the life we lived.
I knew it was his old room because I still remember us coming in here as kids. It has changed though.
Maybe because he's not 13 anymore.
I slowly get up despite the aching pain in my hip. "Shit." I whisper as I make my way to the door which is the bathroom. And I turn the light on.
Blinking a few times so I can adjust to the light as I close the door and make my way to the shower.
I take a really long fucking shower and then get changed into the same pants I was wearing and go to Vincent's closet and steal a shirt.
When I exited the bathroom I saw Vincent sitting up smoking a cigarette. His eyes meet mine and I make my way back to the bed, my hip still aching and pounding with pain but it's more tolerable now.
I sit on the bed next to Vincent and snatch the smoke out of his mouth and take a puff. "How's the wound?" He asked, nonchalantly, like he doesn't care.
Because he doesn't.
"It's good" I say and hand him the smoke after I take another puff.
He nodded and I watched as he placed the filter end into his mouth, my eyes fall down to his adams apple and then to his chest. Vincent wasn't like covered in tattoos but he had a few.
Unlike Vito and Ace. Who were both covered in ink.
"How did i get in here? how did we get here? off the boat?" i question trying to think of answers myself.
Vincent huff and blows someke out of his mouth, i watch as he rested his back against the headboard. "I got into contact with vito using the emergancy phone that was one the boat. and he came and got us and brought us here."
My brows furrowed, "You... carried me?"
His silver eyes met mine and he nodded slightly. I try to surpress the smile on my face but i couldnt help it. "Thanks"
"Your welcome, Stellina" He called me the little nickname he gave me. LIttle Star.
"also your friends insisted on staying here until they knew you were safe so they're sleeping down the hall but lucia is most likey getting fucked by vito in the next room."
He placed his hand over his lip telling me to be quiet and i heard moaning coming from the other room and i couldn't help but laugh.
Vincent chuckled. "If they get any louder my dad will wake up and throw them both into the pool naked."
"Has he done that to you before?" i ask in a pit of laughter.
Vincent actually laughed too. it was rare. i've only seen him laugh twice.
"Unfortunately."
I gulped, "Can i tell you something?" He looked confused but nodded. "I know who sent those men..." He tilted his head upwards.
"Who?"
"My ex boyfriend." I say, not beliving im actually saying those words out loud. "Hes the russian mafia boss."
He doesn't say antthing and that sacres me, hes too calm. "Whats his name?"
I gulp, "Giovanni"
"Russo?" he lit another cigarette, i nodded and gasped when he picked up the lap on the nightstand and threw it at the flatscreen.
"Jesus." i mutter "Can you please say something instead of throwing shit around" he chuckled
"Elena if i speak i might kill you. so no i wont be speaking" he said breathlessly and he had a murderous expression on his face.
"No you wont," I stand up, groaning when i felt a pinch in my waist from my wound is.
"You've had countless times you could have killed me and yet you didnt." i tell him.
"Oh please the only reason your alive is because my father wants rome back with the rest of the italian mafia."
I frown, glancing at my wound as it starts to ache. "Really? thats what this is about? proving yourself to daddy?"
I let out a breathless laugh. "You can fool everyone else Vincent but i know the truth, you dont give a fuck about what your father thinks about you. You'd kill him if he so much as pissed you offso dont make him an excuse"
"You think i wanted this marrige? i fucking hate you" he got colser to me he was angry for sure but not that angry that he will kill me, which lets me honest hed never. hes too much of a pussy.
"That doesn't stop you from wanting me." I taunt, his eyes
"What the fuck did you just say to me?" he grabs me by my hair and pulls me against his body, forcing me to look at him.
"You think i dont see you? Staring at me when im in the pool, in my bikini. when you forced me to shower and get out of bed you got a glimpse of what our future looked like."
"No i fuckin---"
"Stop fucking lying to yourself vincent!" I push him and he stumbles back, falling onto the bed. "Your a fucking coward. you want me and its killing you. and not only sexually, you want me. all of me, otherwise you wouldnt have saved me yesterday, you wouldnt have picked me up and thrown me over your shoulder and thre me into the shower. a part of you was hoping id get naked huh?"
My hand travled down his body to his crotch and felt the soft faric of his sweatpants. "Fuck yes."
I caught a glimpse of his buldge and rubbed his cock through his pants. "Elena..." he threw his head back, against the pillows
I got on the bed, stroking him through the sweatpants "It feels big.. Can i see?" i smirked and he nodded eagerly.
Fuck.
I let out a chuckle and pull his tip out, peaking through the sweatpants. "You want it?"
"Fuck yes I want it." He groaned and I just loved the feeling of having him tremble under me. Knowing I have the power right now.
My hand squeezed his cock and he groaned "fuck!"
"Go and get Monica to fuck you." I say pushing him off.