Prince of Hearts
Published by Delesty Books
PRINCE OF HEARTS
First eBook Edition
Copyright © L A Cotton 2020
All rights reserved.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.
No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages for review purposes only.
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Edited by Andrea M Long
Cover Designed by Lianne Cotton
Image Licensed from Michelle Lancaster Photography
Table of Contents
Copyright Page
Verona Legacy
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Playlist
Acknowledgements
About the Author
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Chapter 1
Arianne
“O h my god, can you believe it?” Nora sighed as she flopped back onto her bed, the one she’d claimed within two seconds of arriving in our dorm room. “We’re here. We’re really here. I never dreamed your father would actually go through with it.”
“Don’t jinx it,” I said, half-teasing as I began unpacking my small suitcase. “There’s still time for him to change his mind.”
My best friend shot up, glaring at me. “Why would you say such a thing?”
“Chill, Nor, I’m just kidding. Mom made him promise he wouldn’t do anything stupid. Besides, orientation is almost over. If he was going to rescind his offer, he’d have done it by now.”
I did another sweep of the room. It wasn’t much. Two single beds pushed up against opposite beige walls, matching nightstands separating them. Two desks, one closet, and a small bathroom with a shower. It was clean and tidy and in one of the two girls only dorms on campus. It could have been a hovel for all I cared.
Because to me, it was freedom.
“Have you decided what you’re going to wear?”
“Huh?” I blinked over at Nora and she blew out an exasperated breath.
“Please tell me you haven’t forgotten. Your date with Scott?” Her eyes grew to saucers as she watched me.
“Ugh. That.” I melted back into the pillows, pulling one free and burying my face in the soft feathers.
“One of the hottest guys at MU asks you out and you’re acting like it’s a chore?”
I mumbled some incoherent response, but then my bed dipped and Nora’s fingers were prying the pillow away from my face. “Ari, talk to me.”
“I...” The words dried on the tip of my tongue.
She was right. All I’d wanted was my freedom. A chance to be a normal eighteen-year-old girl. To experience all the things other girls my age got to experience. “I don’t feel anything with Scott.”
“And?” She looked like I’d just spoken in the mother tongue to her.
“Nor, come on, you know what I mean. There’s nothing there. No spark or butterflies. Scott looks at me and I feel... nothing.” Even with my virtually non-existent experience with guys, I knew that’s not how it was supposed to be.
Her eyes rolled dramatically. “You have spent far too much time reading those romance books of yours. Real life isn’t like that. It’s messy and ugly and most of the time it hurts like a bitch. No one is saying you have to marry the guy; it’s a date. Go, have fun, make out in the back of his car. Be a normal teenager.”
But that was just it; I wasn’t a normal teenager. Not even close. I was daughter of Roberto Capizola, Verona County’s most successful businessmen. Heir to the Capizola fortune. Up until starting Montague University, I had spent the last five years living under lock and key at my father’s orders. If it wasn’t for the fact my older—and overprotective—cousin Tristan was a senior here; and Nora, my best friend since forever, had agreed to room with me; I would be stuck studying online courses from the safety—or as I liked to call it, prison—of my bedroom.
“Look.” She shifted further onto my bed, crossing her legs in front of her. “Scott is Tristan’s best friend, right? He’s practically Capizola certified. He’s safe. You need to see this for what it is.”
“And what would that be?” I raised my eyebrow and she giggled.
“A practice date. A test drive. You’re eighteen, Ari, and you’ve never even been kissed.”
“I’ve kissed a guy before.”
She frowned. “Your father or Tristan does not count.”
“I...” My mouth hung open, but I had nothing. She was right. I didn’t make a habit of kissing guys for the sake of it. And when the only guys you ever got to be around were all family friends, it was kind of a non-starter.
“This is a good thing,” she smiled, “I promise.”
“Okay, fine.” It was just one date.
What could possibly go wrong?
“PROBLEM WITH YOUR CHICKEN?” Scott asked before shoveling another spoonful of spaghetti into his mouth.
“No, I’m good,” I said, glancing around Amalfi’s, a cute little Italian place in the city overlooking the river. It was one of my favorite restaurants despite not seeing the inside of the place for almost five years.
“You must be relieved to finally be at MU.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” The defensive edge to my voice surprised me. Scott was no stranger to how sheltered I’d been growing up. But there was something in his tone I didn’t like.
“Lighten up, A—”
“Lina,” I hissed, my eyes darting wildly around the restaurant.
“Geez, relax. We’re in the city. No one is—”
“Scott...” I warned.
“Fine, fine. I didn’t mean anything.” He held up his hands. “I’m just saying, it must be a relief to finally have some freedom.”
“It’s only been a day.” A strangled laugh spilled from my lips as I placed my silverware down gently on the plate. I’d barely touched the food, but my stomach was a giant ball of nerves.
Scott had been nothing but a gentleman, opening doors and helping me into my chair, complimenting me on how pretty I looked, but his touch was a little overfamiliar, his gaze a little too intense.
It didn’t feel like a test run, it felt like something else entirely.
“You know,” he said, his voice dropping an octave, “I’ve been trying to get your father to let me take you out for almost two years.”
“You have?” I blurted out, feeling heat creep into my cheeks.
“Lina, come on.” He gave me an easy smile, relaxing back in his chair. “How long have we known each other? If you failed to read between the lines all those times I hung out at the house, I
seriously need to brush up on my charm.”
“I...” Nothing. I had nothing.
Scott was one of the few people allowed over to the house, usually accompanied by my cousin. There had been family parties and gatherings, or sometimes they came over to get away from campus and hang out at the pool or use the fully equipped gym. Of course, I’d caught him watching me, I wasn’t blind. Too often his baby blue eyes would linger in my direction. But I’d never acknowledged it because it was Scott. He might not have been family but he sure felt like it.
My eyes darted around the restaurant again. I was so used to being kept at home, walking around the city freely was... disarming. No one paid me any attention though, probably because they had no idea who I was. Father had made every effort to keep me out of the public eye since I was thirteen.
I suppressed a shudder.
“You’re safe here with me,” Scott added, as if he could hear my thoughts. “You know that, right? He leaned over and covered my hand with his. “I would never let anything hurt you, Lina.”
Nodding, I offered him a polite smile. His words, meant to comfort, only served as a reminder that my life would never be normal. I could attend college and try to blend in, but I would always be Arianne Carmen Lina Capizola.
I would always be my father’s daughter.
“IT’S GETTING LATE AND I’m kind of tired.” I yelled over the music. Scott leaned closer and my back hit the wall.
“What’d you say?” His mouth almost brushed my ear.
“It’s late, and I’m tired.” I said, but he only grinned back, closing the distance, skimming his lips over mine. Pressing further into the wall I tried to avoid his advances, using my hands to gently push him away.
“I want to leave, now, Scott.”
He had been bearable at the restaurant, gentlemanly even if a little smarmy, but since we arrived at the party, something had changed. He was still attentive, making sure I had a drink, hovering at my side. But his attention was elsewhere.
“Already?” He pouted, big blue eyes glittering at me.
I rolled back my shoulders and nodded. “I’m really tired.”
For a second, a flash of irritation twisted his features, but it melted away as he took my hand and led me through the sea of bodies. Guys hollered at him and girls watched us. But I was used to it. Occasionally, Papá had allowed me to visit Tristan at college, and a couple of times he’d brought me and Nora to a campus party. In secret, of course, and with the promise that we were nothing more than family friends. Tristan was kind of a big deal. A Capizola and the star quarterback for the Montague Knights. And Scott was his second. His best friend and teammate; his brother in all the ways that counted.
I knew most girls would have felt special; walking hand-in-hand with Scott Fascini, but there was nothing there. Not even the flicker of possibility. I just wasn’t attracted to him. He was a good-looking guy in that All-American way, inheriting his mother’s genes instead of his father’s Italian coloring. But I didn’t want to settle. I wanted to hold out for someone special. Maybe that made me naïve or a dreamer, but my life had never been my own. So this—my kisses, my body, my first time—it would be mine.
On my terms.
“Where to, bellissima?” Scott said as we reached his Porsche, and I glanced up, narrowing my eyes at him.
“Are you drunk?” I started mentally recalling how many drinks I’d seen him with. One at dinner, two maybe. But he’d drunk water at the party, or so he’d told me.
“Worried about me? That’s cute.” He hugged me into his side but I shucked out of his hold.
“Maybe I should drive?”
“No fucking chance. Do you have any idea how much this car is worth?” He smirked and something about the glint in his eye had me on high alert.
“Fine. I’ll call Tristan to come—”
“Fine, you can drive. No need to bust my balls, Lina,” he grumbled as he slipped the keys into my hand. This date was rapidly going downhill and I made a mental note to remind Nora never to railroad me into this again.
Inside his car, the air was thick, hostile, and from Scott’s clumsy movements, I knew he was more than a little buzzed. But it was only a ten-minute drive to the other side of campus where I planned to leave his car and let him walk his sorry ass back to the frat house on the edge of campus that he shared with Tristan and their football player friends.
Silence lingered between us until his hand slid over my knee and up my thigh. I froze, my fingers clenching around the wheel. “Scott,” I warned. “What are you doing?”
He laughed. Deep and smooth. The kind of laugh most girls would melt into a puddle to have aimed in their direction. But I was cranky and so over this date.
“Come on, Ari, don’t be such a tease. I’ve been waiting for this a long time.”
My eyes flashed to his as I turned for my dorm building, relief flooding me when it came into sight. “I’m going to park at my dorm,” I said, ignoring his hand still smoothing over my thigh. Thank God for pantyhose. “You can get it tomorrow or something.”
“Yeah,” he slurred. “Whatever you want, babe.”
I found a spot and parked up. The building was bathed in shadows with no signs of anyone coming or going. Slowly, I turned to him and smiled. “Thank you for a lovely evening. I’ll see you—”
“Whoa, so eager to leave?” Scott’s brows quirked up as his hand continued his exploration of my leg. I slid my hand over his and encircled his wrist.
“Scott, I said stop.”
Confusion creased his face but then he was smirking, leaning in closer. Forcing me to wiggle closer to the door. “Come on, dolcezza.” His fingers grazed my chin, tilting my face up. “I’ll make it good for you.”
“Make what good—” His mouth crashed down on mine, stealing my words, and the air from my lungs. Fear bolted through me as I struggled to understand what was happening. I mean, I knew what was happening, but why?
Why was Scott, my cousin’s best friend and a guy my father adored, doing this?
“Scott,” I breathed out, but it was a mistake. His tongue slipped past my lips, invading my mouth until I gagged. I curled my hands into fists, slamming them into his chest, trying to stop him. But he was big. All broad shoulders and thick muscle. And I was small. Slender and delicate and weak.
He fumbled between us and the seat swung back. I shrieked into his mouth but then he was there, covering my body, clawing at my hose. My skirt. My thighs.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, Arianne,” he whispered, grinding into me. Bile rushed up my throat when I felt his erection pressing into my thigh.
Oh God.
This was happening.
Scott Fascini, a guy I’d known for most of my life, was going to steal the one thing I’d promised I would never give without giving my heart first.
“Shit, babe, you taste so good.” He dragged his tongue over my jaw. My neck. The curve of my chest. His fingers ripped through the crotch of my hose, finding the soft material of my panties. No, no, no, the silent plea got stuck in my throat as he hooked the material aside and began touching me. I grappled desperately with his shirt, trying to get leverage, something, anything, to get him off me. My hand traced the door and I found the handle, yanking.
The door swung open, fresh air blasting my face. Scott started pulling away, muttering under his breath, but I didn’t wait around to hear his pleas. Using all my might, I rammed my knee into his dick. He recoiled in pain, grunting and cussing. It was enough for me to clamber out from beneath him and haul myself out of the car. I landed with a thud, the asphalt scraping my hands and knees, pain shooting through me. But there was no time to see the damage. I took off, sprinting across the lawn, tears streaming down my face, skirt hitched up around my waist, torn hose clinging around my legs.
The dorm was right there. But I cut left, running away from the building.
Away from Scott.
“Cazzo!” he yelled, although it was more like a ro
ar. I didn’t look back though. I just kept running, feet pounding the sidewalk, heart hammering in my chest. The feel of his fingers still on my skin.
The sound of laughter made me pause, my eyes darting around for somewhere to hide. I ducked around a building—the library, I think—and dropped to my hands and knees, dragging desperate breaths into my burning lungs.
“What the...?” My eyes snapped over in the direction of the voice. Two guys were hidden in the shadows at the end of the alley. “Hey, are you okay?” One slowly approached me and I threw up my hands, scrambling away.
“Whoa,” he said, holding out his hands. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to check...” He stepped into the light. “Oh shit, Nicco, I think she’s hurt.”
“Please, I just need...” The words stuck in my throat as the other guy came fully into view. His hard eyes swept down my tattered form and flashed with an indecipherable emotion.
“Do we need to call campus security?”
“No, no,” I cried, my hand still warning them not to come any closer. “I just need...”
What?
What did I need?
I couldn’t go back to the dorm. Not with Scott still there. And Nora. Oh God, she’d lose her shit if she ever found out about this. But it was Scott Fascini for Christ’s sake. His family was almost as powerful as my father. And it was my word against his.
“What should we do?” It was the younger guy who spoke and the other guy—Nicco, he’d called him—dragged a hand over his jaw, his eyes still set firmly on me.
“A guy do this to you?” He flicked his head to my skirt and I tried to smooth it out.