Novels by Queen Ann

Russo’s POVThe kind of smoke in the room was choking, one that annoyingly stuck to clothes and was bad for the lungs. There was a light murmuring of voices accompanied by sounds of clinking glasses which echoed off the walls. I straightened my spine leaning back in my chair, feeling the smoothness of the leather, I scanned the faces of the men gathered around the long table. Each one of them was a don in his own right, a ruler and protector of his territory. Suspicion was obvious on each of their faces.The assassination of Don Bianchi had sent shockwaves through our world, we were all gathered to discuss the way forward, the aftermath. I looked at my glass of vodka on the table untouched, the ice was melting slowly. I was running out of patience, but this meeting was too necessary. If I have learned anything in this business, it is that silence and observation could be as effective as violence. We started the conversation with the usual meaningless pleasantries and condolences

Valentina’s POVDespite been awake in bed, my eyes where still close. I tried as much as possible to go back to sleep, to find rest. If that was truly a thing one could find in this world. But the voices outside my room made it difficult to go back to sleep. I felt restless in bed, stirring my body from right to left. At the same time feeling the after-effects of the ropes Russo has used to tie me to that pole.I finally gave up, opening my eyes slowly. I immediately felt the brightness of the dim light that passed through the curtains of my new room. Annoyed initially at the brightness, but after a few seconds appreciated it's beauty. It's part of nature anyways.I looked around the room admiring it, the expensive gold furniture, the intricate Chandelier hanging above, not to talk of the closet designed with beautiful wood. I wouldn't lie this room can be mistaken for a royal palace if not that it's my prison cage now.I sat up stretching my arms to my sides, I felt the cool mornin

Russo POVThe silence in my office was quite suffocating, the only sound I could hear was the ticking of the wall clock on the far right of the room. It's surprising that I have never paid attention to that sound from the clock before, I guess it needs a pin drop silence to be heard.I sat at my desk, placing my hands beneath my chin. I stared at the glass of whiskey on the table before me. I poured that whiskey a while ago but I have not had the stomach to take it yet. I leaned my head to the right taking a closer look at the glass, I could see flashes of the chandelier lights above through the liquid.Don Bianchi’s assassination was more than just a loss, it was an insult to me and my world, not that any man can't die.Don Bianchi wasn't just any man he was a beacon to admire in the mafia world and also a close ally, the audacity at which the assassination was carried out, at a very secure place, was challenging my authority also, it makes me look weak. Whoever orchestrated it did

Russo's pov.People screamed. Tables were turning over. Glasses crashed to the floor.I sprang up from my chair and was at Bianchi’s side in seconds. His eyes were still wide open and Romigi, his personal bodyguard was already trying to take off his bloodied suit. I could hear my father shouting for an ambulance to be called and all the doors locked until they found the shooter.With a few calls, I gave out orders to my men to surround the area immediately and comb the entire place.“Where were you?!” I shouted at Romigi so he could hear me amid the chaos. “You're supposed to be alert at all times. You should have seen this coming!”“I was attending to Madam Bianchi that second. They must have seen I was distracted and attacked,” he explained as he pressed a handkerchief to the hole in Bianchi’s chest.“Fucking unbelievable!” I cursed and turned to look at Bianchi’s wife, his third one after two failed marriages. She looked lost and pale and there was another expression I couldn't qui

Valentina's povThere was something degrading in the way I stood naked before him, even though I still had my panties on. It all seemed too raw, too intimate, and his filthy words made me press my thighs together to ease the emotion building up down there.I had no problem stripping for a bunch of sex-hungry rich men down at the club but I wasn't used to performing shows for just one viewer and it seemed wrong, to the very last letter.My breasts suddenly jiggled, unintentionally I must add. And he stared at them, hard, as though there was a movie playing somewhere in the valley between my breasts.I was only trying to free myself from the knot he had tied at my ankles and my entire body seemed to respond even to the slightest movement. I felt ashamed to stand that way before him. But with the way his eyes dragged lazily down my body, I could tell he liked what he saw, and it gave me a slight confidence boost.I could feel the cold blunt edge of the pen knife sliding up my right arm

Russo's povShe hadn't still learned her lesson, had she?My brows were furrowed with annoyance as I approached the room.“I don't know who the hell trained that girl, but she needs some discipline!” Marcus growled, squinting at me with blood red eyes. I could almost smell the dislike in his voice.“Where is she now?” I asked the guards.“In one of your special rooms, Don,” a dutiful guard answered and I followed his lead.Valentina was panting heavily when I walked into the room; a room that had been arranged majorly for the purpose of satisfying my sexual urges, a room where I brought in my best strippers on some nights to give me a special show, a room that held nothing but sexual images in my head. And she was here.I shut the door behind me, leaving only the both of us present.“You know, dear Polema, I don't like when my patience is tested,” I began as softly as I could muster. “And you have decided to egg me on in ways that no one has ever dared to.”She was staring up at me fr