After Six years.

This Book may be triggering for some. It is impeached with Loads of erotic content, BDSM languages and Matured content I suggest that you stay of this book if younger than 21.

Nuella sat in front of her big-size mirror arranging and touching her makeup. Her actions were suddenly interrupted by the knock that came on her door. She didn't have to ask to know who was at the door.

"Come in." She responded dabbing repeatedly on her makeup.

The door opened and her brother, Ivano walked in all dressed and ready for work. He was dressed in a black suit and had a briefcase in his hand. Ivano is the first son and also the only heir to the Enzo Empire. He is dedicated to his work and loves his siblings just as he should.

"The atmosphere looks good today."

"Maybe because today is a good day," Nuella replied staring at her brother through the mirror.

Ivano's brows knitted as he tried to recall what the day meant.

"What is today?" He inquired a few minutes after his inability to comprehend.

"Not a thing for you to rejoice about, but yes, today is James' birthday," Nuella replied with a hint of happiness while staring into the mirror to catch a glimpse of Ivano's expression, and just like she predicted he was rolling his eyes backwards.

"Why do you always have that reaction whenever I talk about him?"

"Maybe because he is not good for you, who knows?" Ivano shrugged.

Nuella's heart tightened at the hateful speech but she managed to move it aside like she always does.

"I do not like the fact that you and Samantha always have something to say about my boyfriend, but who cares? He is my man anyways and we love each other."

A sly smile secured the corner of Ivano's lips but he managed to contain his laughter.

"It's okay if you call it love, I mean I see you too as friends and nothing more. It's hard to know what you want. From screaming the house down about hot fantasy men to dating a nerd, seem crazy to me."

"He is not a nerd! Nuella defended stamping her feet fitfully and shutting her brother a dagger glare, her fist tightening out of frustration while Ivano stood still, trying to contain his laugh.

"You know what? I think it's time you leave. Go to work and make meetings about how to kill. At least my boyfriend doesn't seat his ass down for the entire day doing nothing but plotting how to kill."

“It still doesn't change his identity as a nerd." Ivano teased with a wink that had Nuella rolling her eyes at him before returning to rounding her make-up.

Ivano smiled at how he had successfully made her give in like he always does.

He took a step closer and muttered.

"Do have a nice day with your nerd boyfriend at least it doesn't leave you in bed all day reading and fantasying over some non-existent demi-fictional characters.

Nuella chuckled softly, then turned to her brother.

"I could enjoy my day if only I am not grounded by father.”

"That is what being in love with a 'nerd' cost you."

Nuella’s jaws tightened and she rolled her eyes at her very annoying brother. Just when she thought they were off that topic.

“Your opinion doesn't matter.”

“Have it save your ass, princess.”

“Whatever!” Nuella replied scornfully, watching her brother through the mirror as he made his exit through the door.

She turned to her mirror and finished the arrangement of her makeup before getting up to grab her outfit for the day.

Growing up Nuella knew just one thing. Being a good girl and making Daddy proud. Unlike her siblings, she was expected to respect and abide by whatever decisions her father made for her.

Growing up she had zero to tyro freedom of her own and she was made to understand that people with asthma were not expected to be seen by the world, but she has met people with even worse diseases and they had the freedom to be wherever they wanted regardless of their health condition. In the end, Nuella concluded that her restrictions were probably a result of her title as the last child of the great Mafia family who had a huge mafia apathy and the fear that she could be harmed easily by her father's enemies had triggered his restriction.

Standing at the front of the mirror was Nuella, she was done dressing up and she looked breathtakingly claded in this black waist-snatching dress that clogged tightly to her hourglass shape so dearly, alongside a slit that revealed a little quantity of her cleavage and merged up boobs. She reached out for a black silver bag alongside a shawl which she wrapped around her neck.

"Hopefully that Old man is not In one of his mysterious murder misery rooms planning the dismissal of an inherited enemy, and hopefully he doesn't remember that I am still grounded." With that being optimisticly said she spared her reflection another glance before walking out of her room.

Nuella stood at the front of her father's room, fidgeting and trembling. Last week she had stepped out without the guards and she had not only endangered her life but she had almost killed a person in an attempt to escape and that had earned her two weeks of suspension. She is halfway into it and she can't think of what would happen if another misery occurs. However, she just had to leave.

After so much fear she placed a knock on the door, but the awkward silence that stepped in had her muscles tightened and a sudden inflow of heat followed. The race of her heart increased accompanied by an adrenaline rush.

She hesitated for another minute before placing another knock and when she didn't get an answer she reached for the door numb and gently twitched it open. She walked in and shut the door close, raising her gaze from the door numb, she was welcomed with the dangerous sight of a perfectly structured 6’4 feet muscle man who had a towel tied dangerously to his lower waist. Her breath hitched as her eyes accentuated his every curve, and the droplet of water that trailed down his sculpture body.

The hard and hot sight of his chest had her pussy tingling. Not to miss out on his tattoo, one that dominated a wide part of his chest then spread out to his right hand and stopped right at his wrist, leaving him dangerously hot.

She didn't need to be told who had this body. Even if she had last seen this person 6 years ago. She could still tell that this person was the renowned mafia lord that she had never seen as a mafia lord but rather, her father’s friend who should perhaps be more than that to her because no one could sink her in and leave her toes curling even without being touched.

She raised her gaze and her eyes met with his pair of captivating Grey eyes. The ever-stunning Devine El Lorenzo was staring at her with those eyes that could make her cower to her knees.

Nuella’s knees bucked and she gulped in, an adrenaline of heat flushed through her body as she wondered why his deep eyes were slowly moving around her entire body captivating her into his soulful eyes. She wondered what he was thinking about her, but the look on Devine's face didn't seem disgusting. He was rather thrilled by the sight of her. The last he saw her, she was still a kid and he didn't see her past that, but now, she had grown bigger and her boobs seem to be the first thing glaring harder into his face.

Devine's eyes hovered around her entire body, his sinful eyes accentuating her curves. She had grown thicker in the rightful places and the pervert part of him could not help but wonder what it would feel like to have his face against her heavy tits, unfortunately, she isn't one to flirt with. She is Nuella and he needed to see her as a kid, but that can not be achieved with her natural element glaring prudently at him.