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
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,