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In the three hours (and a bit more) that Ciro had been investigating Derek, he had found absolutely nothing about him, he was a ghost. He was somewhat relieved to know that he didn't belong to any police force, but there was still the lurking possibility that he was a member of some organized crime gang. Perhaps he was a lackey of Voslov's who had sent him to investigate his precious Bethany further and she could have unburdened her sorrows to him, possibly even told him the truth in an attempt to help him.He slammed the lid of his laptop shut and pushed that catastrophic thought out of his mind. Voslov couldn't be such an idiot as to challenge the Tonali brothers; starting with life.-Ciro. - His wife called from the entrance to his office. The man looked up at her. - Can I come in? I want to talk to you."Sure, go ahead," the Italian agreed, trying to tone down his temper.Bethany entered the room with a soft step, feeling helpless. In that of

Brahim climbed on top of Karla who was lying on her back on the bed, wearing her underwear while he had his abs exposed. He kissed her fiercely and his hands explored the depths of her body. However, there was a small problem, Brahim could not turn on his libido. The reason: she was not the woman he wanted in his bed. Karla was beautiful and an expert in lustful pleasures, but she was still not enough for the mobster, and she lacked the touch of the forbidden. He did not want pleasure, he wanted Bethany.His brother's wife appeared in his imagination, posing as Karla. It was disappointing for Brahim to open his eyes and not find the redhead under his body, and no matter how hard he tried to enjoy the reality, the fantasy became more provocative. He could feel Bethany's soft skin when his fingers caressed the other's, he could smell her fragrance and taste her lips. Bethany was anchored in his mind.He felt Karla's hands go down to the clasp of his pants, then she grabb

It was the first time in several days that Bethany had walked alone through the streets of Florence. Without any of her brothers looking after her, or at least that's what she assumed.She thought a lot about Brahim; about what happened the night before, wanting to understand why it happened. If it had been Ciro, she would have rejected him for sure. But when it came to Brahim, she didn't hesitate. Alcohol played a very important role, that was clear to her, but there was another reason. With Brahim it was a sexual experience, superficial. On the other hand, Ciro had sworn to make love to her and Bethany couldn't conceive it. As much as her husband claimed to love her, she couldn't believe it definitively. And she didn't want to get to a point where she would forget everything he had done to her, the lies and the deceptions and end up falling in love. Forgiving him was not an option.She arrived at the street called "la dolce far niente", a very pleasant neigh

The sun caressed Bethany's face, prompting her to wake up. The first thing that crossed her mind was the previous night and her "special" meeting with her brother-in-law in her husband's wine cellar. She thought that with the dawn she would also feel remorse, but that was not the case. The only thing she regretted was not having been brave from the beginning to refuse marriage, and the fact is that she had always had doubts about getting married. Her relationship with Ciro was a real farce, at least that was how she felt.She stood up and went straight to the laptop on her desk. Since she learned the truth about the Tonali brothers, she hadn't checked her email again, and it was about time she did. The emails were divided between advertisements and newsletters from subscription sites, but what predominated in her inbox were emails from Lorient who, despite Bethany's obvious lack of interest, did not stop keeping her informed of everything that was h

The glow of a full moon bathed the elegant Florentine city. From the balcony where Bethany was standing, she could see the river in the distance, flowing with an imperturbable calm, enviable for the chaotic soul of the woman who could not calm down.It had been a couple of hours since Ciro left her alone after he ran into old acquaintances and they invited him to their private poker tournament. Bethany considered the idea of staying inside and chatting with someone, she was sure she would find someone who was as lonely as she was, however, she remembered the place she was in, and the people invited. She wouldn't talk to engineers, doctors, much less lawyers, but rather they were mobsters; very powerful criminals. It was enough to decide to isolate herself from the rest, because she wanted to believe that she didn't belong to that shady world and that it was an accident that brought her together with Ciro, despite the fact that he told her that she knew who he was the day she

They arrived at Paste Rich, one of Voslov's properties in Italy. It was a large restaurant with a modern, gothic feel that did not please any diner, except for the superstitious and fervent believers, whose culture could be seen to be challenged by the Lucifer decorations and Stars of David displayed like Picasso paintings. It was an open interpretation of what was going on in the mind of the restaurant owner. The happy couple arrived hand in hand, drawing the attention of many of those present who saw Sandro's firstborn for the first time since he died, being the leader of one of the most feared organisations in Europe. They were debating whether he would be up to his father's level or if the throne had become too big for him.-Bethany, I need you to do something for us: for me, for Brahim and for yourself. –Ciro said, holding his wife's hand tightly. –I need you to forget the hatr