Chapter-1

JANE

I looked at myself in the mirror, a soft smile played on my lips, my eyes looked alive, and my face glowing. The messy blonde hair fell around my sleepy face and red bite marks scattered all over my shoulder, neck and below.

A pink tint crept up my cheeks as I remembered the night we had. My gaze dropped to my hands resting on the sink counter. The gleaming blue diamond on my finger made my heart soar, just like how it did when he proposed.

We are engaged! My god.

I covered my mouth with my hand as I couldn't help but grin like a fool. 

That sexy Adonis is my fiance.

A giggle left my lips as I squeezed my eyes shut and covered my face with my hands, trying to contain the happiness bubbling inside. 

I was finally able to leave the dark part of my past behind. We didn't need to be scared of Rosario anymore. Dom would take care of him. Nothing could go wrong anymore.

My train of thoughts stopped abruptly as Dom's faint voice fell on my ears and my eyebrows met.

He was asleep when I woke up to pee. Did he wake up? 

I padded my way to the door to look outside and found the bed empty. My gaze darted around and fell on the door, slightly ajar.

Where did he go?

Dom wasn't usually so careless to leave the door open when I was inside, completely naked and his men were outside.

My heart raced for some reason. My feet moved on their own towards the door and his voice became clearer. I grabbed the sheets on my way and wrapped them around me.

But before I could grab the door handle, his venomous words made my hand freeze mid-air.

"Yes! I killed Dalton Collins. So what?" he snapped callously.

My heart stopped beating for a moment as I tried to process his words.

He killed my Dad?

My knees buckled and I grabbed the door handle to keep myself from falling. The door opened and there stood Dom, only a towel wrapped around his waist, his broad, muscled back facing me, with his phone pressed to his ear.

"I'll do it all over again if I get the chance, you understand? I'll kill Dalton all over again. Now, you can go to hell," he spat, his shoulders moving up and down as he breathed heavily.

He was furious. But right now, I could burn the entire world with the amount of fury raging within me. 

Heat spread all over my body like molten lava, my ears burned as I stood there seething in anger. I couldn't feel anything else at this moment, except extreme rage. 

I would never be able to describe how my love for him had turned to pure, undeniable hatred in the mere matter of heartbeats. 

He turned to the door and stopped, his expression changing within seconds and I watched the play of emotions across his handsome face, from anger to shock to horrified to regret. 

Our eyes met and my vision blurred, hot tears streamed down my face as I turned away.

Desperation and heartbreak urged me to run, to get as far away from him as I could. Tears blinded my vision, my feet got tangled up in the sheets around me, and I stumbled forward. 

Before I could hit the floor, a pair of strong arms wrapped around me. The same pair of arms that made me feel so calm, safe and loved last night, now felt like thorns pricking my skin.

I struggled to get free from his hold, beating at his arms with my clenched fists. I wanted to scream, but my throat constricted, and I couldn't make a sound.

"Amore mio. Please, listen to me. Please. I can explain," Dom begged.

He turned me to face him but I couldn't bring myself to look at his face. I was pushed against the now locked door, his body pressed against mine as he cupped my face with both of his hands.

"Don't do this. Please. Don't run away from me. I was about to tell you today. Jane, look at me, please baby." He cradled my face, trying to make me look at him but I just lowered my gaze.

"Leave." 

The word finally came out of my mouth, hoarse and unclear.

My imperfect but beautiful world just fell apart and I couldn't describe the feeling. A dead soul in a moving body, that's what I was feeling.The man I gave my body, heart and soul to, betrayed me in the worst possible way.

I tried to remove his hands from my face and he did, only to grab my wrists, pinning them onto the door.

I twisted my hands in his grip, trying hard to break free as my heart burnt like a blazing sun. The sheets fell around my feet, leaving me stark naked.

"No. No. I can't live without you. You are the very air I breathe. Don't leave me or I'll die. We'll talk about it. Please, Give me ten minutes. I'll explain."

My ears were ringing, something was continuously buzzing inside my head, making it difficult to understand anything.

"Baby. Can you hear me?"

All of a sudden, his lips crashed onto mine, and he started kissing me in a desperate attempt to make me come back to my senses. 

I could feel something wet on my cheeks as it slid down. He was crying but I couldn't care less. He was my father's killer. 

How pathetic am I? I am the worst daughter one could have. I am in love with my father's killer. 

I bit his lower lip hard and the metallic taste of blood touched my tongue. He left my lips with a hiss but his hold on me was as tight as ever.

"Don't leave. You remember what you promised last night, right? You'll let me make love to you, even if you are really mad at me. Don't push me away."

I glared at him with pure disdain. I couldn't believe I was in love with this pervert.

"Wow. All you can think of in this situation is fucking me, right?" A sardonic laugh left my lips as he stared at me with wide eyes.

"Way to go, Mr D'Amico. I didn't know you were such a pervert." I scoffed. "But what more can be expected from someone like you? A Mafia." I laughed more. "You people don't have a heart. You can only think with your dick and I was a fool to think from my heart when it came to you. You people don't deserve it. All of you are the same."

"No! No Jane. You are taking it all wrong. I didn't mean it like that. Sorry. I won't touch you until you ask me to. But please, I beg you, hear me out once."

He left my hands and went on his knees in front of me, his hands folded, as he begged me. But I had no plans of staying here any longer or talking to him. 

I ran to the bathroom, leaving the sheets on the floor outside and locked the door from inside. 

I washed my face in the sink and looked at myself in the mirror. The sight of those marks he gave me made my blood boil this time while he kept banging on the door.