His Dark Moon

The note

Samuel

"Luna Romano" Her name spilled out of my mouth in a soft murmur for the first time, tasting sweet like honey. Of course, her moon-like face deserved the name of the moon itself.

"What is she doing here in Ibiza?" Ben said as he stood gaping at me at the doorframe of my office, a frown on his face.

Luna

All I could think about was her. It's been three hours since I saw her at Expresso Express, just freaking three damn hours, and I couldn't stop thinking about her.

All I could think about was those dark eyes meeting mine across the room. All I could think of was her warnings sounding like a lover's caress and I wondered if she would bleed me if I would ever be out of line. If she would threaten me with my life if I were would cross the boundaries that she set-- that was never meant to be crossed, but I would do it anyway. I wondered how delicious her skin would taste on my tongue when I finally had her. Or the way her glare would make me feel, the tingles it would give me. I wondered about all the things I would do to her. The things I was pretty sure she would come to love, yet hate herself for letting herself enjoy it.

I didn't bother to answer Ben as I stared at the picture he had got me with the file containing the data about her. Her face shined like her name suggests, with no smile in sight, just the darkness clinging to her.

A 26-year-old mafia princess of the Italian mob has got no friends and lives alone. While an overqualified hacker like her, who held the power to destroy the most dangerous empires at her fingertips could have made herself an asset to her father's empire, she worked freelance for simple, legal clients worldwide. That really surprised me that her father had let her live all by herself in Ibiza for four years when she would have been a great strength to keep his fort upright and strong-- given she held all the power required in her fists and brain.

Fuck yeah! My dark moon was a fighter.

Her sister and mother are dead-- her sister was kidnapped and died by the Russian mob six years ago, and her other with a brain clot. Living in the east part of my city, my dark moon had no one-- no boyfriends and no acquaintances. While the first part of the sentence satisfied me, that she was untouched by any men before me, it made suspension filled by the fact that she talked to no one or made relationships in my land.

Could she be a spy sent by her father?

But that part had no evidence.

It wouldn't have mattered even if she was a spy because she would become mine soon, and nothing else would ever matter other than that fact. But even digging into her life didn't give me a good to answer my questions about her.

She is still a mystery.

An emigna.

Why is she here alone? On my grounds? Is she staying here without her father's knowledge for four years?

The questions running through my mind were endless. But I would uncover them one after the other. I will do everything in my ability to do it. No matter what the price is.

I will strip her from all the darkness that surrounds her until the real her is bare in front of me. All I intended to do was to claim her, in every way, all for myself. The height of my obsession with her amazed me.

I considered the possibilities that I could take up to claim her as mine.

There are two options.

Either war or an alliance.

To start a war is to put lives in danger, and considering the current situation with the Russians, starting a war was not a great choice to make.

Alliance it is.

"Ask Seb to invite Lorenzo Romano for dinner tomorrow evening, " I ordered as I stared at her picture. The time has come to get myself my queen. The woman staring at me in the picture would become a perfect match for me, a queen for my empire. Given her darkness that called to me, talked to me, and whispered to me the things that I doubted her mouth would ever give me, I was excited. Or rather, obsessed with her.

"What for?" he inquired, a mischievous expression painted on his face.

Ben, though, worked with his brain more than his fists-- my tech guy-- the dude was as bratty as the children running around the estate I lived in.

" Do what I say. " I murmured, going back to staring at her picture in my hand as I counted the freckles on her milky skin.

" I didn't know your ass liked Italian women. But this is the first time you have ever taken an interest in digging up on a woman. I think it's safe to say that you are getting yourself an empress for your empire, is it not, Sam? " He teased.

I threw him a look across the room, and he got his answer. He turned around and walked down the hallway as my gaze traveled back to the picture.

You will soon be mine, my dark moon.

Fuck me, I want to see her again.

Luna

" No," my voice was barely a whisper as I swallowed the lump in my throat, my eyes watering as I watched the disaster in front of me.

"How could you, sissy? " Lia whispered.

Her emerald dress was torn, and blood stains covered the fabric as if she had been stabbed with a knife in the gut multiple times and was brutally used. Her face was filled with scars and bruises, as bloodied tears fell from her eyes and stained her cheek. My own tears fell leisurely without me knowing, staining my cheeks as I sobbed.

" You could have saved me. You could have saved me from all the misery I had to experience. "

She murmured as guilt and shame filled my insides. Her broken self stared at me with disgust as she walked away from me slowly. My gut tightened as I shook my head furiously.

" Wait, " I heard myself say through the sobs.

I ran and ran behind her to catch up with her. But all my efforts went in vain and could find myself sobbing and crying, begging her to stop as I said.

"I am sorry, Lia, I am so sorry, please stop."

My throat felt heavy as if it was lumped, making it so hard to speak.

The next thing I hear is her screams from a distance, her wails of pain breaking my heart and-

A scream left my lips as I woke up suddenly from my nightmare, my heart burning and aching for the person I saw in my imagination. My heart beat in my throat, a buzz ringing in my eyes as I stared at the ceiling. I could feel beads of sweat covering my forehead, dried tears on my cheeks even as more tears slid down the side of my temples, and my breathing heavy like I had run a marathon. I sat up straight, looking around my room and realized that I was in my bed, not some dark alley I saw in my dream. Soft lights from the right of me entered my room from the floor-to-ceiling window, even as the mood lamps glowed in the morning dark blue sky. Glancing at the clock on the wall, 4.10 AM, I sighed, my memories of my nightmare still haunting me. Running a hand over my face, as I wiped the tears and drying sweat off my face, I got up abruptly from the mattress wanting to distract myself from the haunting images of her even as immense guilt filled me inside out. The low song from the speakers soothed some of the edged sharpness of my soul, even as the reminder still rang in me that everything happened because of me.

Wanting to get some cold water for my thirsty throat, my feet took me to the kitchen and something unusual caught my eye on the coffee table.

A bar of dark chocolate.

I loved chocolates so much that they were almost everywhere in the house. But I didn't remember buying dark chocolates.

Or did I buy it?

Maybe I have.

My thoughts again lingered on Lia. I moved out of Italy two years after the incident as soon as I graduated. I have been working as a freelance hacker for various companies in Ibiza. Moreover, I was more comfortable here than I was back in Italy.

The only thing that still stayed on my mind was her.

Lia.

I don't deserve to live my life so comfortably.

A heaviness in my chest settled as my mind went completely blank again. Emptiness filled my insides where I couldn't feel anything, and nothing could hurt me. The feeling helped me cope with the guilt as I felt nothing but the fact that I simply existed. My mind shut me from every emotion I felt, and every emotion that ran through my mind so I wouldn't feel anything but emptiness. I could hide in the place wherever my mind took me and protected me and shut everything to my senses.

I craved the emptiness in my head repeatedly so that it would absorb all the heaviness in my body as though comforting me.

I loved hiding in my mind.

As pathetic as it sounds, it just felt...withdrawn and alone.

I strode toward the couch as I picked up the chocolate bar, and that's when I finally noticed the note.

A note.

Someone was here while I was sleeping.

Was it one of my father's men? But why would they leave me chocolates?

Moreover, they don't know where I am.

Or perhaps a stalker?

Alex?

I had warned him just a few hours ago not to follow me around. Was it him again? That bastard doesn't seem like he has learned his lesson. I make a mental note to install cameras and a security system around the house.

Motherfuuker.

Anger covered my insides at the thought of the bastard breaking into my house and watching me sleep.

I pick the note from the table and open it.

A shiver ran down my spine as soon as the words came into view. I gawked at the piece of paper.

Just a group of words with no name or signature in sight. Just a simple group of words shouldn't have affected me so damn much. My heart beat again, not for the same reason about guilt as they always did. For entirely another reason.

It was someone else.

Or is it him?

No.

It can't be, He hasn't shown up after her death. Why would he show up after six years? Moreover, no one knows where I am, not even Father. It can't be him right? A shiver ran down my spine at the thought of him.

"Break his arm next time, my dark moon."

Dark moon?