WARNING! Mature Contents!!! A one-night stand of hot unprotected sex filled with passion and desire and Tiffany West and Lorenzo Russo's lives intertwine forever. Tiffany has no idea her stepfather owes the Cosa Nostra money and she's been used to repay the debt with an arranged marriage to Demirci, a member of the Turkish Mafia. And then there's him. The devil with a handsome face and nice tailored suit and a heart as black as tar. Lorenzo Russo. He's the man she lusts after and loathes more than anything— his stone-cold demeanor, his arrogance, and too too-perceptive eyes. He's ability to see through her disguise to the broken girl she is has her infuriated. He's the embodiment of darkness and probably one of the most dangerous men in the world but she has no idea she's his frustration and fascination. Nowhere in Lorenzo Russo plan had he ever prepared for Tiffany. She's his opposite in every way… and the greatest temptation he's ever known. The breathing definition of everything he didn't want. She laughs too loud. She talks so much. She's clearly not his type, but still, he couldn't keep his eyes from following her wherever she goes and thinking about their night of wild sex. After a wild party where Tiffany clearly had too many drinks. She wakes up next to Lorenzo wearing his ring. His wedding ring. Who accidentally gets married to Lorenzo Russo, a Mafia don. Now she's forced to live with him. Sleep next to him. Be a wife to him. It didn't take long before shadows of the past comes knocking in the face of Salvatore Russo, the devil of a father that orders the murder of his sons. Now he's out to destroy the one thing Lorenzo Russo seems to obsess about, Tiffany West.
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TIFFANY WEST
I chose a bar within the heart of New York's most expensive hotel. Royale Haven. Downing down the burning liquor. I didn't even know what I was drinking, I'd told the barman to surprise me when he'd asked. And he'd surprised me. But the soothing burn of the alcohol was barely enough to keep me out of my frenzy. It was barely enough to keep his voice from echoing in my ears and it got worse as I stared at the seven words that blurred my vision from his text message. “Your mum's been calling you. We need to talk. This is important,” Seven words that unraveled me and left a series of violent shivers down my spine.
It had been five years. Five fucking years since I'd last seen the pedophile of a shit bag stepfather, Francis Strauss, and my mother, Seline West.
I thought I was okay. I thought I'd made peace with the past and finally moved past it. Past him. Past those nights he sneaked into my room and covered my screams with his hand on my lips. But all the therapy sessions with Dr Rosiewent down the drain with one call from the bastard who ruined me.
“You okay?”
My head snapped to the barman. He was watching me with raised brows. I didn't realize I had been shaking so much like I'd been drenched by the cold rain.
“Just perfect. Fix me one more round,” I paused on a thought. “Make it two,” I should already be drunk from the alcohol I had with Elena and her new friend, Savio a few hours ago at Sapphire's club. But I wasn't. The buzz of the alcohol had lost its effects the second Francis called. I hadn't known it was him, otherwise I wouldn't have answered.
Five years was enough to pretend they didn't exist. That I hadn't just lost my everloving father in that accident but mum too. To pretend Francis never came into our lives. To pretend they weren't playing the picture-perfect family in Las Vegas while I lived like an outcast.
Whore. Worthless. Disgrace.
Tears burned my vision but I was unwilling to let it fall even as the words from my mother drilled deeper into my chest, scarring me. I gulped down my drink. The alcohol was reluctant to relieve me from the pain.
"Vodka,"
I paused. Froze. The voice was right above my shoulder. Its deep timbre sent a ghost of shivers through me. The voice was familiar but tonight it dripped with something cold. Something dark. And it had my heart racing.
Involuntary, a shaky breath fled from my lungs. And a cold shiver rocked its way down my spine again as I heard him before I saw him.
I returned the empty glass to the table, and just at the same time I heard the harsh scrape of the chair beside me against the marble floors and the hairs at the back of my neck stood upright as the owner of that voice settled in it.
I didn't look. I was tempted to, but I didn't. What was he doing here?
I raised my glass to the barman, as he set a glass of vodka on the table for him, while I requested a refill. As soon as I had whatever he was serving me in my glass, I focused on it— tried to, while sipping it, a little slower than earlier.
But who was I kidding? My entire focus was on the seat next to mine. I only had to tilt my head a little, and my eyes fell on the familiar large hand wrapping the rim of the glass. They were large. Tight. And rough.
“It's a surprise finding you here,” The deep timbre of the voice touched my bones. And I was forced to shift my eyes to him. Lorenzo Russo. The sight of him was a visceral punch just like earlier today when Elena and I had met him to discuss her sisters’ disappearance from two years ago. He was a private investigator. Expensive as fuck. But the very best in his field.
My eyes moved up from the relaxed carriage of his arms at his sides —leaned on the table— the set of his straight shoulders. He wasn't wearing the clothes from earlier this evening, and instead an Italian-tailored suit, hiding what seemed like a lethal body to me.
“...All alone and at this hour,” He finished his sentence. His gaze flicked side and caught mine, heavy and emotionless as if he was looking straight through me.
Everything about him was different from when we had met earlier today. Almost as if he was a different man now.
Our exchange lasted only for a second, but stretched into slow motion, stealing a breath of air from my lungs, and trapping me senseless in his stare. It was ice blue. Heartless. Invasive. I had seen those earlier today. Maybe it was exactly what turned me on the second I saw him. But tonight there was something else licking to the surface.
He was all shades of dangerous and deadly. He oozed confidence and something dark. The aura of a brutal man filled with darkness. It should be enough to have me running for my geeks but I didn't.
I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and it was way past midnight.
“What can I say, I'm a girl that loves to have fun?” I brought my gaze back to my drink.
He ran his thumb around his watch as he fixed me with a stare. “Well, are you?”
The bite of his question touched my back as our stare stretched into a slow motion, stealing a breath of air from my lungs. “The very best,” But that was a lie. I still felt like shit and despite the buzz in the air, the alcohol still hasn't done any good.
My thoughts were instantly cut off by the ringing of my phone. As I glanced at it, the name Seline West flashed on it.
I declined it, bringing my gaze back to him while I fought every emotion from my eyes. Lorenzo held mine. They say they can always tell by the eyes. His were like ocean beneath eyes where nothing but the darkest creature could thrive while mine were a wide open plain and for a second, it felt like he could see everything. Every emotion. Every bruise. Every scar.
I averted my eyes before I drowned in his.
“Trouble in paradise?” His dark hair was trimmed short on the sides, dealt with no doubt by an expert hand. The broadest shoulders in a black suit molded against his toned body, almost like a second, perfect skin.
His face was symmetrical and flawlessly proportioned. He had the face and type of body women groaned over, and would beg for a taste, and his cold expression could never deter his heavenly features. Not ever.
I didn't look at him. “You got me. My boyfriend won't just leave me alone. Caught him doing the deed with some Starbucks waitress who served us coffee this morning,” I took a sip from my wine. “And I'm here thinking of the perfect way to get back at him. I have something in mind and I know you and I would enjoy it,” When my gaze came back on him I found him still staring at me. “What do say we take this conversation somewhere else, handsome,” I crossed a leg over the other, baring a generous amount of thigh. He ignored me. “No?”
My phone rang again. Seline West. With a raging sigh, I declined it.
“Well, your loss. Guess I'll look for someone more willing,” I looked over to the barman. “What time do you get off?”
“If you're in desperate need to whore yourself out, then this is the wrong place?”
My skin flared. I wasn't sure if it was from the anger from his rejection or the desperation that had been evident in my voice.
“Gosh, what a real shame. I didn't think with such a beautiful face you'd be this intense. Tell me handsome, when was the last time you got laid,”
He still didn't reply. Didn't even look my way. “Trust me you should do it more often. It makes you less moody,” He still didn't reply. I was about to speak when my phone flashed with a text. It wasn't from mum, but Francis.
Instant rage burned through me as I read through it, I picked up my drink and finished it, sliding down the stool. Lorenzo's gaze shifted to me as I closed the small distance between us. His eyes narrowed and without thinking, I leaned in, smashing my lips against his. And my body stilled instantly.
“What do you have in mind?” I had asked but she didn't respond to my question not even when we went back to her place to dress up and soon we were walking into one of New York's biggest and most talked about clubs. Club Sapphire.“So this was your big plan all along?” I asked as we were led to the VIP lounge. As expected Tiffany was a regular here.“Yup, what other way to get your man home?” She half yelled over the loud music.“Right. What better way than to get myself drunk and dance the night away,” I said with a fake smile.“See, now you get it—”“I was being sarcastic, Tiff,” I voiced as we made our way to the bar.She laughed. “I know. But seriously trust me on this your Mr Castello will come fetch you once he finds out you are here. So just loosen up and have some fun. I mean when was the last time you came to one of these?”I sighed, relaxing. She was right. It felt like it was another lifetime I was in a place like this.“Hey lovelies, what can I get you?” The barman asked as
ELENA DUVALI had gone to one of the guest rooms downstairs to shower. By the time I was done, and headed back to the bedroom, Dimitri had left. And as usual, he didn't come home that night.No matter how hard I tried I couldn't shake the memory of Dimitri's mouth on mine. The firmness of his lips. The heat of his body. The subtle expensive scent of his cologne and the self-assured weight of his hand around my waist.Days later, I could still feel the vividness of the moment as clearly as if it'd just happened, and what was worse, everywhere I turned, the little display at the bathroom kept sneaking back into my mind no matter how hard I tried to banish it.It was infuriating. But not as infuriating as coming home every day to a silent, spotless house. Dimitri had left for Europe on a business trip the next day after the Glam event, and our unfinished conversation.It had been a week already since I had last seen him, and I only found out yesterday that he had returned to New York, bu
ELENA DUVALTo say in absolute honesty, I couldn't stand the silence on the drive back home. It was everything between suffocating and uncomfortable, especially with just the two of us in his Ferrari. He had simply collected the keys from Chris, insisting on driving.This was the first time we were together, alone in a car and somehow the car felt so small or was it just me?I looked out the window to the rear mirror and I noticed Allen closely behind in the silver Mercedes we had driven all day.I flicked a gaze over to Dimitri. He had his eyes trained on the road.He was pissed. But I had no idea why. If it was because I had showed up unannounced or because I had kissed him unexpectedly.Or maybe because of the little drama with the Whitmans or maybe it was my dress. With the annoyed glance, he threw my way before we got into the car. I could tell he hated the dress too but I wasn't sure why.I leaned back into the leather seats, and thankfully, we soon arrived at the Ford's mansion
ELENA DUVALI wasn't sure if what I was seeing was real or not at this point. I wasn't sure if I was imagining things, but the look in his eyes darkened as his gaze trekked down my body. Almost as if he was undressing me, leaving me completely bare before him. And the crazy part was, I liked it. I swallowed a lump in my throat as I felt the curious gazes of his companions shift on me, and then suddenly, one after the other, I felt curious gazes travel over to me.“They are all staring at us,” I muttered over to Tiffany under my dazzling smile, still keeping Dimitri's gaze. I just couldn't seem to look away, not with how he was looking at me.“Not us beautiful, they are staring at you, everyone wants to know who this sexy as fuck goddess is, Elena,” I could barely hear Tiffany's voice over the heat of Dimitri's gaze. It was distracting. I could see the curiosity in his gaze as well, eager to know what the hell was going on in my head.From my peripheral vision, a face crept into my v
“I'll tell you once we meet,” I said finally, before disconnecting.I pulled my gaze out of the window and into the evening darkness. I swear on my life Dad, Mum, I would send every one of them to hell, I would get back our company, restore our family's honor, and find my sisters. I swear this to you.“Allen, we'll make a stop at Lewis and Sons,” I said and he nodded with a “Yes, ma'am,”Soon, we pulled up at the luxurious curated mall, which was one of the Ford Empire Group's largest fashion subsidiaries. I was in the VIP section, going through some accessories to match the dress I had picked that was perfect for tonight. The Glam event was set to start by seven, and it was already a few minutes to the hour of seven. But I still had at least two hours before I made my appearance there.Tiffany joined me a few minutes later, and we started the necessary preparations for tonight. She was also attending tonight's party and had managed to secure two invites for us.It was a few minutes
ELENA DUVALI found Allen waiting for me beside the car just outside Mr Richardson Villa.He straightened up as soon as he saw me. “Ma'am, are we done?” I stopped walking, turning around to glance back at the villa, my hand on the brown envelope tightened. Everything Mr Richardson had said, rushing like a in my mind. His words and warnings.“Are you still going through this?” Mr Richardson had asked me, but what else did he expect me to do? I just found out the Whitmans were the cause of my parents' deaths and they stole my company. This wasn't just about revenge, or getting back the company. It was more than that. It was figuring out what happened to my family.Why would the Whitmans go to such great lengths to destroy us?Who were these people? Why did they want D&M Corp so bad that they had to destroy my family?And most importantly, who had my sisters? I had a feeling this wasn't just a case of missing persons. Someone took my sisters. And that someone was ensuring I would neve
ELENA DUVALI glanced at the time on my phone. It was a few minutes past the hour of three. I took in a deep breath, sipping from the glass of water on the table. I couldn't keep calm and I couldn't seem to stop my racing heart either. I tried to distract myself from the train of thoughts with the beautiful fountain almost at the center of Mr Richardson's home. It was beautiful. We had one like that in my family's villa in Texas.I was currently at Mr Richardson Villa. After I literally ambushed him in the parking lot, I suggested we go to a nearby restaurant to talk, but he insisted we go somewhere private. Somewhere safer. I rubbed my palms against one another, while I waited for him outside under the shade. And I straightened my shoulder as I saw him approach me with a brown envelope.“Elena,” He called my name as he settled in his chair and I leaned forward.“Mr Richardson,”“Please let's drop the formalities, call me as you've always,” He placed the brown paper on the table, le
I left the beach and made my way back to the mansion. On my way, I put a call through to Tiffany.“Tiff, what do you know about the merger between D&M Corporation and the Whitmans?” I asked quickly, hearing Tiffany's deep sigh over the phone.“Did you remember something?”“I just found out Krystal Group was a result of a merger between Dad's company and the Whitmans,”“Yeah, that's true. It happened right after your parents died. Your dad had signed the merger and I believe sold off his shares to the Whitmans—”“Dad would never. D&M Corporation was his life. Dad wouldn't just sign it off especially since Tyler turned out to be such a cheating bastard. The Whitmans were the ones desperate for that merger to save their crumbling company. Dad wouldn't just hand it over to them,” I was fuming with rage. Just the thought of it riled me up.“Well, you know, with the fraud, illegal dealings and bankruptcy D&M Corp was facing at the time, a merger or acquisition would have been the best optio
ELENA DUVALI inhaled, blinking my thoughts and the unsettling feeling away and as I shifted my attention back to Dimitri he was staring at me with that gaze that was literally saying “You wanted to talk, now talk, Elena”The memory of the look in his eyes the last time I had seen him sent a ghost of shiver down my spine.“You didn't come home last night, or the night before,” I struggled to keep my voice firm.“So you are really keeping tabs on me,” He said, dropping the cigarette between his fingers on a glass while his thumb ran through the bottom of his lips and amusement flashed in his depths.“Seeing as I am your wife, I believe I have earned that right,” I breathed in calmly. And involuntarily, without warning, my gaze moved to his expertly styled hair.It was always neat and perfect, so much so that I always felt the tempting urge to run my fingers through its softness. “It's not like I'm asking you where you were, or with whom,” I paused on my words as Dimitri leaned back in
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