I was even more pissed and frustrated when I left Marchetti's mansion than the second I'd arrived there. Enrico showed me the footage, and it became clear that the guy with the snake tattoo followed Giulio, which made him the main suspect in Giulio's murder case. However, that revelation led to more questions, and I had yet to connect all the dots.Certainly, the fact that Giulio had been murdered the same night I had beaten the holy shit out of him might have been just a coincidence, but what if it was more than that? What if this whole situation had been designed to screw me over?Enrico Marchetti might not have been the strongest Mafia boss I knew, but his family's resources put him high in the hierarchy. Others respected him and would have gladly joined him in a fight against me. I had managed to disarm that well-crafted bomb, but I also knew this attack was far from over, and Connor's death might have been yet another step in those fuckers' plan.Connor's father might have been m
The elevator door opened, and my nostrils instantly filled with a sharp smell of bleach. I could only guess that some stains were harder to clean than others, and the recent events forced the cleaning crew to use more drastic methods to keep this place spotless.I walked down the long corridor, passing three doors before stopping in front of the last one. I entered, and my eyes instantly landed on the blond-haired man gagged and tied to a chair. He must have been in his late twenties, well-built, and good-looking like most of our bartenders. He was left with nothing but boxer briefs on his ass. His blue eyes widened as he looked at me, and a moan slipped through the gag. Dumb fucker. Did he think I would show him mercy after what he had done?Rowan stood in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall with arms folded across his chest. His eyes found mine. “What took you so long? The guy will die from a heart attack before we even begin.”A grim smirk twisted my lips. “You think h
CATHERINEThe little bell above my workshop door rang as Ferro entered my small gallery. Of course, the place was still closed and mostly covered with white sheets, just in case my paints spilled all over the walls and floor. It had actually happened once before, and after painting all the walls white again, I did NOT want to repeat that any time soon.The gallery part fluidly turned into my workshop. I was still trying to figure out how to separate the two, but I knew every idea I might come up with would surely require a budget—money I didn't have. It certainly was a good reason for me to sit and paint. I needed new works I could sell. Of course, the little devil inside my head whispered that I would soon become a billionaire's wife, but I also kept telling myself that this title had no true value, and I sure as hell would never ask for Hunter's money. He had paid for my mom's treatment. I already owed him more than I could earn selling most of my current paintings.I watched as my
“Good evening.” A short, curvy maid smiled as I entered the main hall of Hunter's mansion. “I'm Gianna, and I was assigned as Ms. Duncan's personal maid. I apologize I didn't introduce myself sooner…”My brows rose, and I slowly looked at the grinning lady in front of me. She had curly brown hair, brown eyes, and a golden complexion. Her smile was contagious, and I quickly decided this was a good thing. With people like Marcello working in this mansion, I might need someone to defuse my annoyance. Gianna might become perfect for the job.I grinned back at her. “Nice to meet you, Gianna. And you don't need to apologize. I was out all day anyway.”“Should I prepare you a bath? It's quite late; maybe you'd like scented candles to help you sleep,” she mused, chewing on her bottom lip. “Oh! I can get you some herbal tea. Would you like that?”I couldn't help but chuckle. “A tea sounds lovely. As for the bath, I can do it myself,” I told her, slowly heading to the south corridor.She follow
A week had passed since I'd moved into Hunter's mansion, and I wanted to thank every higher power for Gianna as my ally. Due to some new evidence in Connor's death case, Hunter and Rowan had left New York. With them gone, Gianna and sometimes Ferro had become the only people I could talk to…I promised myself I would adapt to my new environment, but my surroundings turned out to be less than a little unwelcoming. Most of the servants working in the mansion avoided me like the plague, and if it weren't for Gianna, I was almost certain no one would bother to deliver food or fresh sheets to my room.“It's because Mr. Thorne had yet to officially announce your status as his fiancée,” Gianna explained, giving me a wry smile. “I know it's unfair, but most of the people working here used to serve the old Don Cartelli. At least half of them don't like Mr. Thorne as the new head, and with you not having an ounce of Italian blood…”“I know.” I sighed but then grinned. “The more I'm grateful you
Air escaped my lungs as if someone made tiny holes in them. Dante Cartelli, Hunter's cousin, stood before me with his hand outstretched.“Holy shit,” Fifi breathed out, a little too audible for Dante not to hear it.A soft chuckle escaped him as he turned his golden eyes to my friend. “And you must be Fifi Melott. Heard a lot about you,” he purred before shifting his gaze back to me.I cleared my throat and glanced at his hand before giving it a brief shake. “Pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Cartelli.”“I'd prefer you call me Dante. We'll be family soon, after all.” His smile widened, but its warmth seemed to disappear. “I hope you forgive me. I'd rather invite you out for lunch or dinner, but I doubted my cousin would allow that to happen. I had to use this… little ruse to see you in person.”I studied him. His trained expression, his lifted chin, his stance—every inch of him had been crafted to dominate his opponents. I swallowed and stepped back. “I assume you're not interested in any
My restlessness grew by the second. Just when I thought I had my nerves under control, Hunter led me to his black Aston Martin. Seeing him behind the wheel did strange things to me. I kept staring at his confident grip on the wheel and the way he swiftly maneuvered the car through the traffic. Certainly, he caught me staring. The last thing I wanted was to boost his overgrown ego, but I failed miserably at this task…“This is the place.” Hunter motioned his chin at the large, glass doors, the entrance of his new restaurant.He quickly pulled over and helped me out of the car. I thought he would release my hand right after that, but he kept holding it, intertwining our fingers as we walked inside. All the employees bowed as we passed them by, as if Hunter and I were some damn royalty deserving their utmost respect. I felt awkward each time I saw it happen. Hunter, however, was clearly used to this kind of treatment.We passed the long hall with wall-to-ceiling windows on each side. The
HUNTERI had debated whether I should tell Catherine the truth and figured I wouldn't hide it, but only if she asked. She did. Now her face turned slightly pale as she processed my words and what they meant.“So… you know that your uncle killed your parents, and yet he is still alive and free,” she mused, fisting her hand. “And there's nothing you can do about it?”My lips stretched into a tense smile. “In my world, there are those you can eliminate and no one will ever ask you why, and those whose deaths will not go without consequences. The family heads might hate each other's guts, but there's an inner law we all need to stick to. I cannot touch my uncle without proof of his guilt accepted by at least five other heads.”Catherine nodded, analyzing... thinking. “If you don't have proof, how can you be sure it was your uncle?”I blew out a breath. “Everyone knew that he hated my father, and he was against his sister marrying him. Their conflict kept evolving as the years went by. He
I had three days to prepare for the snob party called Carla Pucci's Annual Banquet. According to Marcello's explanation, this event had been organized by the Pucci family for decades. The guests were the wives and daughters of the most prestigious Italian families and sometimes the wives and daughters of their associates. Gianna learned that all the invitations had been sent more than a month ago, which meant that my name must have been Carla Pucci's last-minute choice.I told Gianna to learn whatever she could about the other participants while I decided to meet with my very own queen of gossip and entertainment—Fifi. She invited me for lunch in her hotel. I agreed as long as it wouldn't be the restaurant I'd met with Grasso and my father. She happily obliged.Fifi greeted me in the reception hall. Today was her day off, so instead of wearing her usual manager's uniform, she picked a simple yet sexy light blue A-shape dress with a cute little rounded collar. She looked almost like an
I watched Hunter putting on his three-piece suit as he stood in the middle of the walk-in closet. His already-packed suitcase waited by the door. The blissful moment we had was long gone. I could see it in Hunter's sharp gaze and clenched jaw. Of course, the anxieties within me blossomed in an instant.“Maybe I could come with you,” I suggested, leaning one arm against the doorframe. I was still in my nightgown. The black silk and lace clung to my body, and I was highly aware of how it emphasized every curve. Something changed within me, and that change had a lot to do with Hunter. He pulled out this new daringness to the surface. He made me want to be seen…His eyes slowly drifted down, as if memorizing every inch of my body. Then a sinful smirk curved his lips. “I would love nothing more than to take you with me.” He buttoned his jacket and sighed. “But I can't. If someone planted the drugs there, it's possible the guy with the snake tattoo and others like him will be close. I can't
CATHERINESince Hunter had left, my restlessness became the bone-crushing corset around my ribcage. Falling asleep hadn't been an option, so I'd spent most of the night painting. The exhaustion struck when it was dawning, and I finally decided to wash off the drops of paint from my skin and crawl into the cold, empty bed.I closed my eyes, but despite how drained I was, the sleep didn't come. I wasn't sure how long I struggled to get some rest before I heard the door opening and closing. My heart tripped in response. “Hunter?” I murmured, turning around and trying to find him in the dimness of the room with closed curtains.“I didn't mean to wake you up,” he whispered.“You didn't wake me up,” I said. “I couldn't sleep anyway…”A soft chuckle sounded. “Were you waiting for me, firecracker?” The rustling sound followed. The bed dipped slightly, and a moment later, I was pulled against his bare chest. “Did you miss me?” he purred as his arms wrapped around me.“I was worried,” I muttere
I sat by my desk, watching the sun slowly rising over Manhattan. My time was nearly up, and soon I was bound to make a decision. I shifted my gaze to the three-piece suite where a children-raping monster slept soundly on the sofa. I hated the sight of him in my office. I hated the fact he was still peacefully breathing while his latest victim was fighting for her life in Fabio Lanaro's clinic. But most of all, I hated the mere thought of dealing with this piece of shit and letting him walk out of here freely…I told myself I would make it right one day soon. Grasso would get exactly what he deserved. I couldn't be the one to serve the punishment, and it wouldn't happen today, but he would pay.Rowan's ID appeared on the phone screen, and I quickly took the call. “You figured out how to handle him once he wakes up?” he asked.“I'll have to tell him the truth… skipping the drugging part,” I muttered. “I'd appreciate some leverage, though. Did Enzo and Remo find anything in the data?”“N
Convincing Fabrizio Grasso to meet with me had turned out to be easier than I initially assumed. It was either sheer curiosity or simply greed that made him agree to come to Spine Dorate Tower. He would surely regret trusting me so easily once he figured out the reason behind this meeting. Unfortunately for him, by that time, it would be too late…The doors of my office opened, and Grasso strode inside, two bodyguards flanking him. I sat in the armchair, facing the doors. A hint of a smirk curved my lips as I locked my eyes on the fucker and slowly rose to my feet.Grasso looked around my office and put his hands into his pants pockets. “Nice place you have here. Perhaps I should visit your club one day.”I hated the sole idea of him tainting my place with his presence, but I kept my expression neutral as I pointed at the sofa. “Have a seat. We have a few things to discuss.”“Very well, Thorne.” He gave me a curt nod and walked to the three-piece suit, his guards following.I looked a
Catherine and I watched Lazar enter his limo and leave the estate. Tension radiated from me in waves, and I knew that Catherine felt it too. As soon as Lazar's car disappeared from view, I turned around and walked inside the mansion. Catherine followed me.“Something happened, right? Did Lazar tell you anything?” she asked, trying to read the answer from my expression.I grabbed her hand and led her to my study, debating how much I should tell her as we walked. Then I closed the door behind us and sighed. “Lazar didn't know any of the men I showed him, but he gave us a lead about those two Italians.”Catherine's brows rose. “Really? So what now?”I scratched the back of my neck. “I'll have to drag the answers out of someone who's not my ally,” I said carefully.“An enemy?” She fixed her eyes on me. “Who is it?”My lips twisted into an uncomfortable grimace. “Grasso.”She stumbled back, her face turning pale. “Will you interrogate him?”“I wish I could beat the answers out of him, but
The doors of my office slid open, and I strode inside, my fists loosening and clenching on my sides. Enzo, Remo, and Rowan were sitting in our usual spot, with documents and photos splayed on the coffee table.I'd tried to silence my annoyance as I drove here, and I would have lied saying that regaining my composure had come easily. I understood the urgency, though; to prevent another attack, we needed to act. Fucking my wife senseless would have to wait. Again.“Tell me you found something useful,” I muttered, sitting in the armchair.Rowan grabbed several photos from the table and tossed them over to me. “As you know, we'd taken photos of the bodies before we got rid of them. Enzo ran each one of those fuckers through the face recognition program. We searched through all the databases and police records, and—”“Tell me we have the names,” I gritted out as I went through the photos he gave me. Most of them had tattoos on their bodies. Hopefully, that would help with the identificatio
HUNTERIt had been a week since Catherine's kidnapping, and all her bruises finally seemed to fade. She was healing… at least physically. I had tried to crush the guilt coiling inside her, but I doubted I managed to destroy it entirely. She sometimes stared at her hands, as if she still saw blood covering her skin—Castillo's blood. Her nightmares were now gone, but she had that haunting look on her face telling me her thoughts kept swirling around some dark place.I'd spent most of my time in the estate recently. I didn't want to leave her for too long, and I didn't trust anyone enough to replace me. Instead of forcing her to move back into the main bedroom, I sort of moved to hers. Every night, I had lay beside her, watching her fall asleep wrapped in my arms, making sure she felt safe throughout the night.The old me would have found my behavior absurd, but I'd grown to enjoy this sort of intimacy between us. As cold as it might have sounded, it also served my plans. I had managed t
CATHERINEDry twigs snapped under my bare feet as I ran through the woods. The lines of densely growing trees seemed to have no end. I told myself I could distinguish shapes in the darkness of the night, but the truth was I was nearly running blind.“There's no point in running from us, princess!” Garrett's voice boomed through the forest. “We'll catch you sooner or later!” He chuckled. They all laughed as they chased after me, as if my attempts to survive were their best source of entertainment.Every muscle in my body hurt, and doubts started to fill my mind. Would it hurt less if I surrendered? Maybe death would come quickly, painlessly… No. The one who ordered my death wanted me to suffer. I knew that, and still, a part of me wanted to stop and face the inevitable.“He won't be able to save you forever, you know?” Castillo's snicker echoed among the trees. “You're his weakness! He'll get rid of you as soon as he inherits it all!”I ground my teeth and quickened my steps. I glanced