She hated them.
They loved her with everything in them.
The universe truly has a sick way of telling you it's there, doesn't it? From being kidnapped to being abused, that was all Arabella saw in life. It was all she ever knew. They tell you to ke...
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Alejandro just picked me up from school. Xander, Luca, and Xavier are detained because those stupid idiotas thought it would be a great idea to mix a bunch of chemicals together to see what happens. And they blew up the science lab.
Surprise, surprise.
So, Alejandro came to bring me home.
"I can't believe those idiots blew up an entire science lab," Alejandro mutters, rubbing his temple in frustration.
"Ha. To be honest, I've blown up a science lab before. Grade 8, if I remember correctly," I say truthfully. Alejandro chuckles at me, throwing me a playful glare.
"Sooo, ice cream?" I bat my lashes, giving him my best puppy dog eyes.
"How do I say no to that face?" he says with a smile.
Victory. I've cracked the ruthless don with nothing but adorable eyes. I squeal and jump into his arms.
"Anything for my bambina," he laughs at my enthusiasm.
As we're walking to the car, something catches my eye—a red dot on Alejandro's chest. More specifically, his heart. No—
"Alec!"
Before I can push him away, a loud gunshot cracks through the air.
Alejandro's eyes widen for just a second before he falls back.
I hit the ground beside him, sobbing. He's limp. Unmoving. I press my fingers to his neck—no pulse.
No!
I cradle him in my arms, shaking, the tears streaming uncontrollably.
"Tsk tsk. Looks like someone doesn't have her big brother anymore." A voice slices through the air, cruel and mocking.
"I can't believe his own sister is the reason he's dead. How sad."
I didn't kill him. I didn't.
Right?
"Finally ready to go back home now? Or do you want to be the reason there are no Romanos left?" he smirks.
I turn to Alejandro's lifeless eyes. Another wave of tears hits me. I can't let anyone else die because of me. Not again.
I lean down, kissing his forehead one last time.
"I'll go with you," I whisper.
"Good to have you back, Meine Königin."
I wake up with a gasp, like I'm dragging my soul back into my body. Sweat clings to my skin. My face is soaked with tears.
That was just a nightmare, right?
But my paranoia won't let me believe it. My thoughts spiral. I throw off the blanket and sprint down the stairs.
