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 colliding with metal. The impact sounds heavy and harsh.
I pressed my hand against the frosted glass and pushed inside.
Lorenzo was on the bench pressed, dressed in a white tank and black sports shorts. For a second, he looked almost normal. This was the second time I'd seen him without his suit. No matter how much hate I tried to feel around him, I couldn't deny the truth that he was easily the most handsome man I'd seen, fucked even, and maybe loved it. A part of me was still a little humiliated. He'd witnessed my breakdown that night, but the other side couldn't forget he'd been the best sex of my life.
I hated him, at least pretended to, just because it was easier to focus on rage than the annoying fact that I wanted to sleep with the biggest prick I'd ever met again.
And I was now married to him. I honestly didn't know how to feel: angry because of the fact I had been sold like some commodity to him, or terrified because he was one of the most dangerous men in the world, or determined to keep some kind of autonomy or aroused by the possibility of his hands on me again.
I took a few steps into the room, my eyes scanning around. There was a mass of equipment in here. A treadmill. Rower. Medicine balls. Elliptical trainer. Spin bike. The list was endless.
I moved closer to the treadmill, and beside it was where Lorenzo had kept his gun in his holster, a knife, a phone, and keys. I could easily grab the keys and run. But I doubt I'd be able to make it far.
“Already thinking about killing me?” The deep drawl of his voice sent a strange shiver down my spine. It always had. And I hated it.
I shifted my gaze to his ice-blue ones, sparing another glance at the gun. “Even if I managed to kill you, I'm sure your brother would kill me too,”
“There are worse punishments than death, piccola volpe,”
“Like what? I'd be sold to someone else?” I crossed my hands against my chest. The action caused Lorenzo's eyes to narrow on me and then darken.
“Savio's incapable of hurting you. As long as you're here, none of my people would hurt you,”
“Why? Because I'm your prisoner?”
“Because you're now a Russo,”
The air buzzed with electricity. My cheeks went hot and words tumbled from my mouth like they often did.
“I have a life in New York. My work and everything I've built for myself is there,” Adrenaline poured into my bloodstream as frustration and a new rising rage flickered in my chest.
“Soon you'll build a new one here,”
“A life of blood and violence I never wanted for myself. Do you realize you're destroying my life for something I have no part in?”
His expression hardened. “We're done with this little fox. There's no way either of us is getting out of the prison of a marriage as you've called it,”
My temple throbbed. My chest pounded at his indifference to the consequences his actions were having in my life and I moved so far beyond frustration to a murdering rage that blinded me completely.
Enough was enough.
I lunged forward in rage, hiking my legs over the bench to straddle his waist and claim the weighted bar. I pressed down hard, his dark blue eyes meeting mine as I threatened to crush the life from him. “I fucking hate you,”
His gaze narrowed to tiny slits, his lips curled in a vicious snarl.
I didn't know what I was doing except by living by impulse. I climbed aboard him without a strategy or common sense. I was not even sure of my aim.
I just wanted freedom.
Apparently, the autopilot was pushing me toward murder in an attempt to achieve it.
If I went ahead with this, it wouldn't be a quick death. Or a quiet one. His face would turn red. He would gasp and sputter.
Fuck. What the hell was I doing?
Even if I could stomach killing this man, I'd then have to deal with Savio and Dimitri. I'd never survive.
What I had instigated was completely irrational.
Entire lunacy.
I was about to raise a white flag and retreat when he stopped fighting. His arms dropped. He let go of the bar, leaving me to struggle with the heavy load.
"What are you doing?" My voice trembled as I lost strength, the bar lowering with my struggle, the agony increasing. I couldn't hold it any longer.
"Don't stop now." He stared up at me, his face an emotionless mask. "You want me dead? Then kill me. This is the perfect opportunity. My arms are fatigued. I can't fight back and you'd be a happy widow,"
I shook my head. I didn't want that. I shuffled my feet, trying to stabilize myself as I straddle him.
"Lorenzo, I can't carry this much longer. My arm..."
He didn't offer assistance.
"Lorenzo. Please." The pain shot down my arms.
"I didn't mean—”
I didn't mean what? To attempt murder?
He would punish me. He would lock me within this house forever.
Jesus Christ, what the fuck had I done?
The bar continued to lower as I succumbed to the pain. My curled fingers brushed his hard chest, the bar pressing into him. Soon, I would lose all my strength and the bar would roll. The weight would suffocate him. A million thoughts running through my head, every one of them revolving around this man's
death and how I'd give anything for it not to happen.
I fought harder again, and still, l failed. "Lorenzo please," I screamed. "Don't." I had no idea how the tears welled up my eyes and trickled down my cheeks.
Suddenly, Lorenzo's eyes hardened. In a flash, he raised his arms, shoving at the bar, the heavy weight lifting like a feather to clang into the cradle before he snapped upright. I slithered down his body with a hollow sense of shame and fell back on his lap, face-to-face, my breasts pressed against his chest.
I was trembling hard, my body vibrating against his while tears kept cascading down my cheeks. I couldn't stop it. And the weight of the fact I had almost killed a man, killed him weighed heavier in my chest.
“I didn't mean to… I really didn't mean to—” He suddenly gripped my chin, lifting it so I could meet his eyes.
We looked at each other for seconds which felt like minutes before his thumb skimmed the edge of my bottom lip.
And then he did something I never expected, he swallowed my next breath in his mouth.
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
LORENZO RUSSO“Capo, I'm truly sorry, I didn't mean—” Stefano began, jerking up from the couch as soon as I descended the stairs. “Not now!” My voice was calm. Dangerously calm. “Where's Dario?” I poured myself a glass of vodka, chugging it down at once. The burn blended smoothly with the anger of wanting to lose.“He's in his room,”“Keep him there,” I'd deal with Dario later. Since he'd hit puberty he was completely intolerable and had been difficult even before that. And now his induction as a Made Man was in a few weeks, and the kid was acting up. He was fifteen, he should have been inducted at thirteen when he had his first kill, but Savio and I knew he hadn’t been ready. I couldn't keep pushing his induction any further. He was a Russo, and it was time he grew up and started acting like it. Maybe I sheltered him too much from the cruel realities of our world. He wasn't like Savio and me. And if he kept on acting like a child, even being a Russo would not save him. “And Savio?”
LORENZO RUSSO “Came to watch me shower?” I flicked my attention to her as I turned.It was a question. But she only let her gaze travel through every inch of my tattooed skin until it rested on my cock. I was fucking hard just seeing her in my shirt. Her breasts tightened under the fabric, her nipples hardening under my attention. The shirt was barely covering enough, and with the lustful way she was looking at me, nothing was stopping me from pulling her into the shower and fucking her against the glass. But I held back.“What happened?” Her eyes were no longer on my pulsing dick. They were now on the crimson fluid that washed from my body to my feet.I didn't reply.She tried again. “Did you kill him? The other guy dragged into the truck?”I still didn't reply. Eager to see where she was heading with this.“So you did,”“Disappointed?” I raised a brow. She had no idea how focusing my rage on that fucker saved the streets of Vegas.She gave me an incredulous look. “He tried to kill
TIFFANY WESTIt really hurts like hell. The pain only grew worse after some days. But luckily, the medication the doctor had me on sometimes relieved me of the pain. Elena stayed with me for the last few days before she returned to New York with Dimitri. Hopefully, they'll be back soon. Without someone to talk to, I was slowly losing my mind.I shifted on Lorenzo's bed. I hadn't returned to the inner room yet. Strangely, I was getting comfortable on his bed and his clothes. They made me feel safer. Warner and even calmer.“Yeah? Come in,” A knock drew me from my thoughts. And soon the youngest Russo stalked into my room.He glanced around before his gaze fell on me. He looked somewhat lost in the middle of the room.“How are you doing?” He took some steps closer, his eyes on my shoulder.“Bored to death, but it's better than being dead honestly,” I joked.The kid chuckled. “I have a few books and ice cream for you,” He held out four books and a bowl filled with ice cream. He walked cl
TIFFANY WESTThe mornings bled into the nights, and days went by even faster. A few days ago, I emailed JK media, letting them know I was taking my long overdue leave from work, though my boss, Norman, didn't mind, not with everything that was happening with the company. It was going under and there were talks about it being sold. I could have sworn after selling me off, Mum would have found a way to keep the company, but instead, Mother Dearest was selling it.I loved my job as a reporter. But one of the reasons I had ventured into that path was because of Dad. He loved the company. He loved what he did. But Seline and her husband had destroyed it. I have been avoiding Seline's and Francis' calls since my chat with my lawyer about the foundation. It has been my share of inheritance from Dad, and as such, Mum couldn't do as she deemed fit with it.Every morning since I'd lived here, I discovered a few things about Lorenzo. He was a workaholic who spent his good hours in the office wh
Lorenzo's blue gaze burned, with a pool of darkness licking off the edges of his eyes. He only watched me with a dry, half-lidded stare as I joined him under the shower. The cold water gliding down my skin did little to cool down the burning sensation within me.His eyes narrowed as I took a few more steps closer until the tip of my breasts brushed against his chest.He groaned, his hands instinctively gripping my waist. “What the fuck are you doing?”My heart pattered to an awkward beat. “What does it seem like I'm doing?” The words came out breathless.“Tiffany—”“Don't pretend you don't want this. There's no point denying ourselves something we're both dying to have. At least something good should come out of this marriage, shouldn't it? And if you ask me, good sex would surely suffice,” I pressed my body against his, gasping at the wild sensation that burst through me.“You're playing with fire, Tiffany,” His voice was black velvet, set out to freeze.I secretly loved it when he c
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
DIMITRI CASTELLOMy brows furrowed and the corners of my eyes had begun to darken.Just one glance at her sent the blood rushing in my bones boiling. She was a fucking mess and I couldn't think straight. Just the red marks around her chin, neck, and Jesus, the fucking bruise on her lips made something within me snap. And I felt the anger that crept up beneath my skin. It was slow but searing. “Who hit you?” Was the first thing that left my lips as I withdrew my hand from her face. My voice was low and dark, sending a trembling shiver down her spine.Her body stilled suddenly, and I knew it wasn't because of the fucking rain. She was scared. She had no idea just what I was capable of but at least she had an inkling.“No one,” She answered with a trembling voice. Maybe I'd believe her if she wasn't a fidgeting mess already or if she wasn't covered in bruises. But nah, not even then.I knew it was a fucking mistake bringing her here. I'd known why she begged me to come here. To see tha