(Present)
TIFFANY WEST
Blackness. Inky and stagnant. It dripped into my subconscious.
It was often an escape from reality, a comfort in the madness. But this time they whispered to me, telling me not to wake up now, not to wake up ever.
Unfortunately, a pulsing ache in my head wakes me up. Feeling like roadkill, I let out a groan as a wake of nausea hit.
“Dear God,” I groaned.
Throwing the covers, I almost fell out of bed. Even my steps felt loud as I stumbled to the bathroom.
Fuck. How much did I drink last night?
The ache in my head stopped every attempt to remember how last night ended, all I could remember was Elena and I kept downing shots of alcohol at The Vincenzo wedding. We'd attended here in Las Vegas with her husband, Dimitri. Apparently, Dimitri Castello and Mr Vincenzo were business partners. I wasn't sure to what extent, maybe the latest groom was also a member of the Cosa Nostra, seeing as Dimitri was a New York don himself. But whatever curiosities I had, I didn't dare utter them.
The only reason I accepted Elena's invitation was that the distraction was exactly what I needed to escape my own miseries and most probably impending doom.
I assured Elena I would eventually get used to the fact my best friend was the wife to a Mafia don, hell I tried, and I was still trying, but I couldn't just forget everything I'd witnessed. The blood. The death, or the fact that her husband was one of the world's most dangerous men and I was solely alive because I was Elena's friend. That didn't sit well with me and I was not sure it'd ever will. But the only thing that mattered was Elena's happiness. She deserved it after everything she'd been through. She loved him too, and from what I could see, the almighty Dimitri Castello loved her as well.
I moved to the toilet and squinted before it. I wasn't sure I needed it. I waited a good minute before deciding to brush the horrific taste from my mouth.
Still feeling awful, I showered, and keeping the water cool helped to clear my head a little. After I've dried my body, I wrapped the towel around my body and stared at the mirror when something caught my attention. My eyes lowered to the sparkle on my hand and my eyes narrowed to the enormous diamond on my ring finger.
I blinked faster as my breathing sped up. My legs went numb instantly and I braced myself on the counter with my free hand.
What the fuck!
Shocked out of my mind and struggling with the hangover from hell, I could only stare at the ring on my finger. My mind was spiraling with several thoughts.
What did I do? I couldn't believe desperation had forced me to do the unthinkable. I just couldn't think this ring represented what I thought it did. I couldn't get married. I'd promised myself I'd never, not even for the lives of my mum and the asshole of a stepfather Francis. I didn't want to get married, and even if for some twisted fucked up reason I did, it would be to someone of my own choice. Not one chosen by Mother Dearest, let alone Francis.
The pulsing ache in my head only increased as I tried to recall what happened last night but the last I remember was drinking at the wedding with Elena.
Fuck!
I rushed to my bedroom to get dressed so I could get to the bottom of what happened last night when I noticed something strange. Something I should have noticed the second I crawled out of bed. The conscious thought made me stop at the bathroom door. This wasn't my suite.
I brought a hand to my lips, scanning around the unfamiliar suite. I almost jumped in shock when I caught a figure standing near the window. Lorenzo Russo. The last person I wanted to see at the moment. At least not in the panic-stricken and confused state I was in or the sudden vulnerability I felt standing in nothing more than a towel in front of him while his deathly stare narrowed on me.
He was dressed in a black suit, with his ice-blue eyes on me and a cup of coffee in his hand. One that was as black as his heart, if he had any.
My earlier vulnerability morphed into anger and the words left my lips instantly. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
His gaze remained on me as the heat of his gaze touched every inch of my body, reminding me of that night at the hotel where I'd felt every inch of his body against mine and he'd seen everything he shouldn't have. He'd seen everything I was.
The stare he sent my way briefly before I left that night had haunted my every awakening moment. He'd seen me bare. Stripped of the protective walls I had built around me. He'd seen me panic and broken and at the mercy of his comfort.
That was precisely the reason even the sight of him infuriated me. Even though I'd buried the memories of that night like I did with every bad decision of mine, I couldn't change the infuriating truth he'd seen me for who I truly was. A broken, mindlessly weak whore.
My throat constricted and my anger intensified. “I asked why you are here?”
His stare was dismissive as he tossed the document he was holding on the table close to me.
A second lasted before I moved forward and picked up the paper and the first thing I realized was it was a married certificate with both our names on it.
Oh fuck.
Breathe, Tiffany. Breathe.
But it wasn't working. I stumbled backward as my eyes darted back to Lorenzo's indifferent stare on me as he took a sip of his coffee. My eyes widened even more seeing the band on his ring finger.
“What is the meaning of this?” My voice was nothing more than a shocked whisper.
“You suddenly can't read, topolina?”
I shook my head, my hold on the document tightening. “It doesn't make sense. I can't be married, much less to you, so what the fuck happened last night? What did you do to me?”
“If you weren't drunk to a stupor, you'd remember,” His gaze flickered with something skin to dry amusement. “Keep reading,”
And I did. I went through the second document, my lips hanging open in shock. To my horror, each paper contained several dealings between my family and the Cosa Nostra. But it was impossible. There was no way Francis or mum could be involved in illicit business with the Cosa Nostra.
“What is this?”
“Everything your family owes me,” He replied, setting his cup of coffee on the table.
I froze in shock. My lips parted, but no word could get past it for a full second. “They work for you?”
“As a matter of fact,”
I dumped the pile of papers on the table, fighting the mild tremble in my bones as a brutal realization hit me. But I didn't want to accept it. I couldn't have been sold off to him.
“I don't care if they work for you, or what they owe you. It had nothing to do with me,”
“It has everything to do with you because you have been offered as a compensation for their debts,”
“And I decline. Is that why you forced me into marriage last night?”
“Trust me, you were more than willing,”
“I was drunk. I don't care what's going on with you and my family, but I strongly suggest you settle it with them. This is my life, and no one gets to sell me off and make decisions for me, or force me into a marriage with the devil no less.
Something in my words seemed to amuse him. He pulled from the wall and trekked the long distance to the door. “Put some damn clothes on. Pack your things we leave in an hour,”
“What? Like hell I'm going anywhere with you. I was drunk last night senseless. I don't give a fuck what I said or what I was thinking. You know that, so let's stop wasting both of our time and get a divorce,”
He stopped with a hand on the door. The corners of his lips tipped up with a smile of dark amusement. “I'll let you know when I start taking orders from little American women, and forget every thought of having a divorce. It's not happening,” He pulled the door open and stepped out of the room. “You have just an hour,” He added over his shoulder before the door slammed shut.
TIFFANY WEST I didn't even bother getting dressed. I donned one of the robes hanging in the exquisite bathroom, heading straight to my hotel room. I sent Elena a text while I tried recalling what had happened last night, but all I could recall were fragments. And soon, small fragments began to make a whole. I remembered Elena helping me up to my room and into my bed. God knew I wished I had remained there. But not the case. Somehow I found myself at the party going on in the hotel bar. Everything from there remained a blur from the second I met Lorenzo up until the stroke of my ink on the marriage certificate. It was damned obvious I didn't have a gun pointed at my head when I signed my life away. I had always known my bad decision would catch up to me one day. In short minutes, Elena entered the room in nothing more than a pink night dress and jacket like she had just woken up or that was the closest thing she could grab as soon as she saw my text. She raised her brow. “Tiffany wh
TIFFANY WEST I woke up in comfort. The softness of a delicate pillow cradled my cheek and the gentle press of silk sheets brushed my neck.I jerked upright, opening my eyes to an immaculate room brightened by lights, and behind thick, elegant curtains was absolute darkness. I didn't know this place. I've never seen this type of furniture before. Not the polished dark room dresser. Or the carved antique chair in the corner. What was more unnerving than the unfamiliar setting was the realization that I had lost at least a good few hours of the day. It was dark outside and I had been unconscious since morning.I remembered Lorenzo coming into my suite. We were arguing and the next thing I felt was a stinging pain in my neck. That asshole injected me.I threw back the covers, rushing out of the bed, my feet hitting the cold marble tiles.My shoes… I wasn't wearing any but thank fuck my clothes were still intact but someone took my god-damned shoe.Lorenzo.I started to open the door bu
TIFFANY WESTThe mansion was a sprawling estate with several wings, each of which I was told belonged to the Russo brothers— Lorenzo, Savio, Dario— and a guy named Ronan.“I don't see guards anywhere?” I asked as I followed him down the familiar hallways. He threw me an amused quizzical stare. “Already planning your prison break?”“I'm glad you realized this is a prison for me,”He remained silent. “We don't need them. Even Dario is capable of defending himself, and with you, I'll assign someone to follow you around,”“I could run you know,”“Try it,” It was a dare and warning from him.A cold shiver erupted at the base of my spine. “Would you feel good about yourself, catching a girl half your size?” “Yes,” There wasn't an ounce of doubt in his reply.I crossed my arms as we entered the large bedroom I had woken up.“We'll share the same room,“So we'll sleep next to each other. We'll fuck like a happily married couple. And I'll cook and cater to you like a good little wife. Aren't
(PRESENT)LORENZO RUSSOThere were two rules I always followed. Never leave the house without my .45. And never put myself in a position I knew I couldn't get out of. I'd only survived this long by following those two simple rules. I'd never been tempted to break them— up until I made a costly mistake by fucking her that night. And now I made another one by marrying the little vixen.One bad decision was starting to fuck up my entire life.I hadn't even known she was in any way related to Francis Strauss, even when he had proposed marriage to his stepdaughter. I couldn't care less. Even when I had discovered the family connection a few months ago when she had visited Las Vegas during Christmas. I still didn't give a fuck. I'd rather aim my bullets in Francis' head and get the debt over it. But everything changed in a second. A second and a fucking name was enough to change it all.Soon I found out Francis was also involved with the Turkish Mafia. He owed them as much as he did me and
TIFFANY WEST I leaned against the adjoined door, listening to the subtle noise that lingered in Lorenzo's room. It was a few minutes past four am when I'd been startled awake by the sounds from his room. It seemed he had just returned home. After a few more minutes, the door from his room opened and closed again. He had left?Gently, I pull my open, peeking into his room. He wasn't in. I stepped into his room. It was eerily dark. With dark walls and mahogany furniture, it had a masculine touch.I left his room, the cold from the marble tiles seeping into my feet. The lights in the mansion had been turned off. I wandered around, heading to the front door, but it was locked as well as the back door.The only light that was on was coming from down the hallway. I walked towards the hall opening, and took a right, heading into uncharted territory. There were more paintings down this way. More rooms too. I heard a clang as I approached the glass door at the very end. Then another. Weight
TIFFANY WESTIt was an explosion of fire, bursting inside me, spreading from my stomach to the tip of my fingers, and shamelessly, thoughtlessly, I kissed him back.Fuck. It hadn't even lasted more than a minute but I could still feel the intensity of his lips pressed against mine, invoking everything I shouldn't feel. But I did. It was intense, resurrecting an insatiable want and need.I jerked from my thoughts, my eyes snapped up to find Stefano, the new babysitter Lorenzo had left to guard me right after he left in the morning, without saying anything about the kiss.I wasn't one to hold something as trivial as a kiss in my mind, but strangely, it had consumed my entire thoughts and I wished I hated it.I narrowed my eyes at him, trying my hardest not to glare. The guy was almost twice my size, with hard muscles and scars, and a very terrifying scowl on his face.“What's it?”“That thing's been buzzing for hours,” He pointed at my phone, and to my surprise, it had been really ringi
TIFFANY WESTMy breath escaped me in one rush as Lorenzo pressed his body deeper into mine. I could feel every inch of him against me.“Lorenzo,” His name was barely a whisper against my lips, but I clung to him desperately like he was my lifeline. Tears blurred my vision, but I held them back.His gaze leveled to the open wound in my hand. They remained there for more than a second. His jaw clenched hard and muscles grew taut beneath my palm. When he brought his ice-blue eyes back to me, the darkness in his soul had licked into his eyes, filling them with black. His gaze held a silent promise of retaliation.“Where are you hiding whore? Viktor wants to see his fucking whore, fortunately, he doesn't care if we bring you dead or alive. After all, you were his before the fucker stole you,” The voice echoed around us, drawing closer.The hold on his gun tightened, his head tilted to the side, listening for a second. I could hear the heavy footfalls of my chasers, they were drawing close.
“Fuck. With the excruciating pain, I feel, it might as well still be in there,” My fingers curled into his shirt, digging into his arm as he used scissors to cut through my shirt, ripping it off until I was only in my blood-stained white lacy bra.He examined the fresh wound carefully before he picked up a cotton wool and began to gently clean the wound himself.I swallowed, stunned quiet. His gentle touch against my skin ignited something deep inside of me. A flame. Burning to life in my chest, and consuming every inch of me. His gentleness was shocking.I couldn't remember the last time anyone had ever done something like this for me. Not since Dad. How could a man be so cold, and yet so warm all at once?The pain was excruciating nonetheless. Even after he had cleaned it up and carefully dressed it, it still hurt like a bitch.“The Doc would take another look at it when he gets here,” I nodded. My unharmed hand behind my back to unclip my bra. “I need to get out of these,”Lorenzo
TIFFANY WEST As soon as the line of SUVs halted in front of the Russos mansion, I let out a sigh of relief. I'd never thought the day would come when returning to Vegas felt like returning home.I left the SUV with Dario, Milo, and the other guy, Elio, while Savio, Chloe, Leona, and the two other girls rescued from Montenegro rode in the second SUV. Even after stepping on Vegas soil, Savio hasn't been able to get in contact with those he left behind in Montenegro. It worried me. I didn't know what had happened to Lorenzo. I was almost on the patio when the front door burst open. I stopped in my tracks, sending a quiet glance at Milo. Before I could say anything, Elena rushed out, stepping a few inches away from me. Her brown eyes scanned me thoroughly. I had changed earlier on the jet. I was wearing pants and a shirt, but it did little to hide the bruises on my neck, arms, and face.My eyes watered immediately, not from the pain I was feeling though. I wasn't sure why, but I was an
TIFFANY WESTI woke up on a plush, unfamiliar bed, still dressed in the dress shirt one of Salvatore's men, Ortiz had forced me to wear. My head still pounded as if I had been at a month-long rave, and there was a soft spot that throbbed even harder near my temple.It took a few seconds to blink away the groggy confusion. To remember what happened.I didn't move. I didn't breathe.I took in my surroundings— the expensive furniture, the small space. And something in my brain clicked. Quickly, I scrambled up from the bed, rushing to the curtain covering the small window. I tugged at it, and looking at the window, I froze.Fuck. We were up in the air. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Savio had knocked me out back at Salvatore's mansion. And we just left. We'd just left Lorenzo back there. Surrounded by more reinforcement of Salvatore's men.My eyes glistened, and just as I was about to hurry through the small door, it opened and Dario stepped in. His gaze widened in shock and relief as they found me.
TIFFANY WEST I felt something cold slip up my back thighs and into the waistband of my lacy panties, but I didn't look. Instead, my eyes were fixed on his moving lips.My brows lifted the instant I could make out his breathless words, but before an emotion could betray me, Lorenzo shoved me hard to his side, my back hurt hard against the wall, and I crashed to the floor.“Get her out of here Salvatore. I don't have the time or patience for a child's game. This has all been entertaining, but let's be honest here: you don't want Reno or any other thing. That's not why you took my brothers and called me here. Family dinner? Fuck don't be ridiculous, tell me what you truly want?”Silence held the air captive once more, and this time it was shattered by Salvatore's dark laughter. “I’ll take back control of Vegas. If only Harold was alive to witness this moment, he'd known it was foolish going against my order and keeping you bastards alive,”“The only bastard was the useless mutt I sent a
TIFFANY WESTI was a heartbeat away from hysteria. The delirium loomed close, ramping up my pulse as I stared at the old bastard I still couldn't believe was Lorenzo's father. The thick suffocating silence in the air still held Salvatore's threat in place.Tension crackled in every direction as I waited for either Salvatore to take back his threat or Lorenzo to crumble, but neither did. Instead, the two Russos just stared at each other, almost as if they were having a secret conversation through their eyes.All I could do was wait for the spark to ignite the situation into a raging inferno, but the silence stretched into another minute before Lorenzo abruptly pulled up from his chair, silently walking over to the mini bar at the corner to pour himself a drink and then he trekked over the open window, staring into the darkness.“What do you say, son?” Salvatore's voice taunted once more, his eyes shifted to mine. The intense darkness looming within attempted to force me to look away, b
LORENZO RUSSO Trying to keep my rage at bay was a losing battle. I could feel the rage simmering underneath my skin while my gaze slid from Tiffany's bare feet, up her once flawless thighs to the hem of the overbearing white shirt that stopped a few inches above her knees. She wasn't dressed in the body hug top and jeans she'd been wearing in the video.My fist curled into a tight ball of fury. One I knew too well. One that would only be appeased if someone died right now by my hands.“What the fuck happened to her?” My voice remained calm and controlled as usual. I wasn't one prone to raging outbursts. That was Savio. As aloof as he could be, he was also hot-tempered. “Why the fuck is she wearing that?”“Ortiz was just messing around. Don't get too worked up, nothing drastic happened. She's one feisty little cunt,” Salvatore's explanation didn't sink in. Nothing breached my internal battle.I wanted their blood.I craved their pain and everything torturous every second they breathe
LORENZO RUSSO“Two at three o'clock,” Dimitri said, his voice low and quiet as they echoed in my ears.“One at ten,” I heard from Dimitri’s capo, Luca, just as I adjusted the little device in my ears.“Three on the balcony at four,” Ronan's voice seeped in as well. He had joined us after escorting Leona and the two girls he had rescued with Savio into one of our jets, and they were already on the way to Las Vegas.I slanted a glance over at Vito from the passenger seat. The car slowed as we reached the corner of Salvatore's street. He had forwarded an address the second our call disconnected.I took out my phone, sending a quick text to Savio. I was fucking worried, I hadn't heard from him since Ronan and he parted ways. I had no idea what the fuck was happening at his end with Frizz, and the younger Duval. He could be in trouble seeing as he wasn't even picking up or hadn't read my previous texts informing him about Salvatore's sudden appearance and Tiffany's and Dario's situation.“
TIFFANY WESTI sat on one of the chairs in the dining room, cradling my cell in my hand while I stared at the sheer curtains billowing in front of an open glass door leading outside. I could barely see the faint outline of the deck chairs, the beach umbrella, and the corner of the pool. There were Lorenzo's men at every corner, and I honestly doubt anyone could successfully get past the mansion doors even if there was an attack, yet Lorenzo's words kept troubling me.I sighed, glancing at the time. It was almost eight, and the darkness outside made me grow more anxious. Stefano was a significant foot away from me; he was leaning against the wall, staring out into the darkness while Dario had joined the men outside twenty minutes ago, and I couldn't stop thinking about Lorenzo, debating whether I should call Lorenzo or not. I was going crazy with worry, I needed to hear his voice and know he was okay.Finally, I made up my mind to give him a call. But my worry only intensified as I lis
LORENZO RUSSO It was five after seven and my men were already waiting in ambush, blending into the darkness. We received the route Viktor would be using to meet up with Frizz from Savio and Ronan and we were waiting for him.It didn't take long before a line of three cars came into sight, and on cue, it began raining bullets, causing a return fire from Viktor and his men. One of his cars flipped over, while the others came to a halt from busted tires.The gunfire lasted a few more minutes before we cleared up Lorenzo's men, leaving just the bastard Russo.He had sustained a bullet wound to the stomach from the gunfire but was far from vulnerable. His cold-blooded eyes shot to mine as I stalked closer to one of the SUVs he had used as a cover.His eyes darkened when they met mine, and his lips pressed into a thin grimace. He remained silent, his jaw clenched as he watched me lower to my haunches in front of him.I examined him carefully, rubbing my hand on my jaw, then met his gaze ag
LORENZO RUSSO“Come,”I led Tiffany back to the bedroom and stopped near the bed. I jerked my head to the door on the left, staring at her. It was barely noon, yet she looked painfully beautiful in simple jeans and a white body hug top that exposed the piercing on her little belly button.I felt myself go hard, and maybe if it wasn't for the important task today, I would have contemplated spending my day buried in that body of hers. But I couldn't. And the restless anxiety that followed me from the early hours of the morning still stuck with me. No, it only grew worse.I had started to believe bringing Tiffany and Dario here was a bad idea. Dario was a Russo and well capable of defending himself. Even though he hadn't been initiated yet, he had killed before during one of the Bratva attacks a few years ago and I knew with the proper motivation called survival instinct, he could kill again. But still, something about not being around them, especially now that Viktor was in Montenegro,