Novels by Sohneeyah.

Carlo's POV: “N–yes.” I chuckled under my breath. “Go on, tell me why you're being punished.” “I.. er.. because.” She paused, breathing heavily as if trying to catch her breath. “Uh.. I barged into your office and spoke rudely to you.” Close enough. “That you did, but that is not why you're in this situation right now.” I heard the moment her breath hitched. “It's… it's not?” Well, it was until I changed my mind. I don't say that out loud. Wanted to keep her guessing. I moved closer to bed, admiring my handiwork on her skin. With how reddish and tender it looked, I bet she wouldn't be able to sit for days without thinking of this moment.Good.I liked the idea of being on her mind all the time.Well, for now, let's get right back to business. “I'm still waiting for your reply, bella. It's either that or I double the punishment.” “Shit.” She cursed under her breath, and I could almost hear the gears in her head turning. “You have only sixty seconds to give me a reply,” I said,

Natalia’s POV: ‘Strip.’That commanding tone of his already had my belly flipping really hard. But I decided to mess with him, I mean, is it going to be a fun punishment if i don't mess with him a bit.“I'm sorry, what?” I feigned ignorance, my eyes tracking his movements as he unlatched that black belt from the belt holes of his slacks. At my words, he arched his brow, folding the belt in two. “Are you trying to disobey me, monella?” I rolled my eyes but kept my lips shut. This was going to rile him up. Good. I wanted him that way.God, I was so fucking sick.Why did the idea of being punished by him make me ruby thighs together, relieving the growing ache between them.“Strip,” he growled, his eyes darkened w as he took several steps forward until he stood toe to toe with me and I could clearly make out the color of his eyes. “I will not repeat myself again. Do as I say or face the consequences.” Fuck.A shiver ran down my spine at his words, I should be afraid of the dangerous

Natalia's POV: Why did I always make bad decisions when I was upset? Because that was exactly what I did earlier. Make a bad decision.Why did I think it was okay to barge in and talk to Carlo in that manner? That in no way helped Angela's case and I think I just made it worse.From the way his jaw clenched hard at the mention of Angela texting a man, I knew I'd fucked up. Fuck. Was there a way to turn things around? And Angela… My chest tightened painfully. The poor girl must be devastated. I think I should go see her first before deciding what to do to salvage this situation.But as soon as I opened my door, I dived face-first into a hard, warm wall, stumbling back, a hand shot out and steadied me.I didn't need to look to tell who it was, I could recognize his scent in my sleep. “Carlo?” He took a few steps forward, forcing me to move backward until he was standing in my room, locking the door behind him. “You wanted to talk. So here I am” I arched my brows, eyeing him warily.

Carlo's POV: “Romeo and Francessco say they have a lead on Luca,” Enzo said, leaning back in his chair. “They said an Intel told them that he was last spotted in Andorra but they aren't sure.”I arched my brow. “Andorra?” “Yes.” Dio. This boy would be the death of me someday. Perhaps I should have just gotten my men to bundle him back home as soon as we realized he'd run to Spain. I couldn't tell what was on his mind, couldn't understand the reason why he was doing all this.But I had wanted to trust his judgement, didn't want to be the kind of father that mine was to me but this time, he was really pushing my hand. And only a matter of time will our enemies begin to go after him.Enough is enough.“If they find him, they must get him home no matter what,” I demanded. “I don't care whatever method they use, they must bring Luca home, got it?” “Sure thing, Don,” he replied with a curt nod, digging into his pockets. He produced his phone, unlocking the screen and typing rapidly on

Natalia's POV:I had to hold back a moan as the rich flavour of Caterina’s special homemade baked chicken exploded on my tongue.Seriously, how does she make a banger every single time? I know Tanya's mom used to make us tasty meals but Caterina’s cooking was on a whole new level.And maybe one day I could get her to teach me some tricks. One day, hopefully.I had just stuffed my mouth full with another piece of my chicken when Angela's loud curse had my eyes snapping up to hers.“Give it back!” She yelled, her face already turning bright red with rage. “Aless!” My eyes shifted to Alessandro who had kicked back his chair, trying to get away from her reach.“Alessandro!” “Quiet sister, you've been smiling like a love sick idiot lately, need to know what's up with that,” he said not bothering to look up from her phone's screen, knowing there was no way she could get to him.Seriously, why was the fucker always so goddamn annoying? Was this how brothers behave? I shoukd probably thank

Natalia's POV: My eyes went round, jaw hanging loose. “You're joking?” “Nope,” he popped the ‘P.’ “I'm not.” My breath caught in my throat at his admission. What…what does this mean? That I've found a woman who could be my birth mother? What if this was all a big mistake and I should have just let the sleeping dogs lie? What if they don't want me anyone? Fuck, was I really getting a cold feet just from hearing about the possibility of find my real parents?“Hey!” Fingers snapped at my face and I blinked to focus, clearing my throat. “Where did you go?” His eyes narrowed on me but I had a lot to ask him… “Did you talk to them? What did she say? Did you talk to her—”“Calm your titties, geez.” His hand dug into the pockets of his baggy jeans, as he searched around for something while I waited patiently for whatever it was. “Gotcha.” He pulled out a small picture, flipping it between his fingers.“Is that her?” I asked softly.He didn't reply but waggled his brows in response inst