Zoey p.o.v“Get out.” Marco hissed. “Huh…. Sir?” she faltered, I was also caught off-guard. “I won't repeat myself again, out.” He barked, startling the fragile looking nurse. She didn't have to be told twice, she bolts out of the room scared. Tension hangs in the air, suffocating to breathe. Neither Luciano nor Matthew wants to break the silence, concerned not to annoy Marco further. “Marco, you need to take it easy, and you need to take your health seriously.” I said, breaking the silence. “You've not fully recovered yet, and you have to allow her to do her job. You've chased every nurse assigned to you, why?” “I don't need her, I have you with me.” He stood up and came to me. He lifts me up with ease and occupy my place then dropped me on his lap. “I'm not the professional here, she is, and you need her more at the moment. So please cooperate with them, so you can get back on your feet.” I scolded him. “Fuck that.” He simply dismissed me, and buried his face in my boobs. Oh
Zoey p.o.vWe've been on the road for a few minutes now, and I'm curious to know where exactly it is we are going to. “So, where are we going to exactly?” I broke the silence, as I adjusted slightly in Marco's arms to get a look at his face. His large arm was around my waist like a ring, trapping me. “A brothel.” He replied distinctively, his focus wasn't on me, it was on something else or better said someone else. A specific Angela. He was so tense, and restless. “Yes, I knew that.” I heard his buddy telling him that at the hospital. “like is it some kind of mafia slang or an actual brothel?”“A brothel as in a real brothel where prostitutes get paid to have sex with a client.” At his response, I fell silent for a while. “Oh! I didn't know you had one of those, strip club that I'm aware of but a brothel?” I was baffled, disappointed even. But who am I to tell him what to do. Before Marco could reply, the car rode to a stop in front of an old modern single - story building. Th
Marco p.o.vI clenched my fists, and struggles to keep my body from shaking in anger. The room feels suffocating, the air thick with tension. My heart pounds in my chest, an unsteady rhythm of frustration. I am pissed, seething with rage that threatens to consume me, but I held back, restraining myself. We are currently in my office in the brothel, a place I didn't want to establish. It was this bitch's idea to build it, with reasons that it could both be a cover-up for some of my business, while does her thing. Her eyes swiftly flickered to my clenched fist, before quickly averted her gaze to my face. I watched as she shifts uncomfortable in her seat, I smirked inwardly. “You don't seem too happy to see me.” She purred in what could be a seductive tone, but sounded like a wounded cow to me. The anger I was trying so hard to suppress, threatens to erupt like a volcano. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath trying to find solace as I imagined Zoey's smiling face. Slowly, the ten
Marco p.o.vThe car ride back home was tensed, whenever I reaching for Zoey she flinched like I'm dangerous. Yes, I am a dangerous and vicious man to the world, I could kill without batting an eyelash. But I would die before a hair on her head gets hurt, I won't fucking harm her. In fact, I would destroy anything that poses like a threat to her. The second she came down from the car, she raced to the door to escape me. She has another think coming her way if she thinks she can escape me. “The hell is wrong with you.” I had her trapped between the door she just burst through and myself. “Let me go.” She demanded, but I'm having none of it. I'm fucking tired of the cat and mouse chase. “Let go of me.” Zoey hissed, irritated, I was getting pissed. We were fine before we went to the brothel, what made her this angry. “I won't fucking let go, not until you tell me who pissed you off.” I equally hissed. “You've been distance since we came back from the brothel, you even flinched when
Marco p.v.o“I'm going up to freshen up, I reek of that bitch's blood. Be gone with your women before I come down.” I teased my dad and uncle, knowing fully that they can't do shit when it comes to those women. They are practically whipped, and so am I. Complete head over heel for my woman, I think loving our women fiercely runs in the family. “Try telling them yourself.” Uncle hissed at me, I laughed at the expression on their faces. Making my way up the stairs, I stopped when a maid was scurrying away, scared of my presence, obviously. She was petite, and looked fragile and naive. Maybe one of the older maid's daughter, recently introduced to the work. “You.” I called out to her, freezing her into a statue. I saw her trembling, obviously thinking she had done something wrong. “Turn around.” I instructed. She didn't move, trembling even further like I was holding a gun to her head. “Don't make me repeat myself.” I hissed, getting irritated. I'm not a beast, I don't harm the inno
Zoey p.o.v“Marco.” I called harshly, slamming the door after me. Marco wasn't fazed by my out burst or the deafening sound from the door. He took his sweet time giving me his front profile, and raised an eyebrow at me. Which pisses me. “What?” His voice was soft and tonic, but at the same time authoritative. I pursed my lips into a thin line, I wasn't all that angry anymore. I don't know how it happened, I just found myself less angry. Nonetheless, I still want to throw tantrums. “Why are they moving my stuff.” I asked, my voice was barely above a whisper. It wasn't as firm as I hoped for. His gaze lazily swept over my body, causing a familiar sensation to crawl over my skin. “Zoey.” He called daringly. His says something else while his lips say the opposite. “I asked them to, is there a problem?” He frowned. “Yes, there is.” I fired back. “Oh…. Really? Where is it.” He teased. “I didn't permit anyone to move my stuff.”“You don't have to, I did. You are my woman, and you
Zoey POVSilence. Silence. It has been silent for a while now, unusual quiet. No drama, no chaos, nothing but silence. I don't wish for the chaos and bloodbath, but it's expected in the mafia life. Two whole weeks of total silence, that I'm even scared. Scared of the unknown, the unknown danger lurking in the dark waiting to catch us off guard, or rather take me unaware. Because I'm sure Marco and the rest of his family are always prepared for whatever comes there. I am not, mentally I'm not ready. I may have known the kind of lifestyle they lived, but nothing can prepare me enough. This silence, and the uneasiness in my gut, is telling me that it's the calm before the storm. The sound of a gunshot brought me but to present. Camilla took off her headset and turn to face me. “Zoey, you seem distracted, are you okay?” She asked concerned. I've been drifting away with my thoughts today, I shook my head at her. “I'm fine.” I respond. “Are you sure? We can take a break if you'd
Writer p.o.vAs the warm afternoon sun streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room, Zoey and Marco lay lazily on the bed. The remnants of their delicious lunch still lingered on their lips, and a comfortable silence enveloped them. It was a rare moment of tranquility in their otherwise chaotic lives.Zoey turned her head to look at Marco, her eyes filled with curiosity. “Marco,” she began, her voice soft and gentle, “Why did you choose to break up over telling me what was going on?”Marco's gaze shifted from the ceiling to meet Zoey's eyes. He took a deep breath, his mind flooded with memories of that painful time. “Zoey, I made a terrible mistake,” he confessed, his voice tinged with regret. “Back then, I was young and my power over the situation was limited, breaking up with you was the only way I could have done to drag the attention from you.” Marco, pissed by the memories, his mind replaces the event and how broken and vulnerable Zoey was then.He cursed
Adriano’s POVApart from the time I spent with my family, I couldn’t remember the last time I had a good time.Melanie might not realize if but she’s been shining her light on my dark soul slowly and I was getting addicted to it.The background check I had done on Melanie’s neighbor, Phoebe was clean so I wasn’t worried about her.I had been prepared to put on a show but it turns out I didn’t even need to. Phoebe was such a pleasant person and her love for, Melanie was quite obvious which was another reason why I easily relaxed around her.My girl sure knew how to pick good friends. Even the cat, whom Melanie glared at most of the time, wasn't so bad. I'm guessing her glare was because the little orange animal clung to me most of the night. I didn't even like cats but somehow, I picked up the animal without scrunching up my nose in disgust.So imagine how bummed I was when I got a call from, Nik informing
Melanie’s POVIt was a struggle before we were able to leave, Phoebe’s place. There was a lot of hugging and she made me promise to visit her often.Orange, on the other hand, clung tightly to, Adriano until Phoebe had to physically pry the cat away from him. I was still hurt at how quickly he discarded me for, Adriano but that didn't stop me from filling his cat bowl with food, like I always did.The ride back to the house was quiet but it wasn't laced with any awkwardness. It had been a good night and I didn't want us to end it on an awkward note.I kind of zoned out during the ride up until her approached the house gate. With a slight nod to the guards at the gate, he drove inside the house. At some point, I had gotten used to seeing the guards and though they still looked imposing and scary, I no longer felt fear when I looked at them.He pulled up in front of the house, killed the engine and that was when the
Melanie’s POVPhoebe went all out with dinner. She made a spread that was enough to feed a small army.“There’s no way we’ll be able to finish what you made,” I told her when I saw how much food she had made.There was roast beef, potatoes, and steamed broccoli with what I knew to be her homemade gravy. Just like Alice, Phoebe was a great cook, so I knew everything she made was certainly delicious.Adriano pulled out a seat for her at the seat of dining table and did the same for me and she gave me a knowing smile when his back was turned to us.I knew what the smile was for. He was rich and also a gentleman. Could he be any more perfect?“Everything looks so good, Phoebe,” Adriano said once he’d taken a seat across from me.“Thank you, Adriano,” she replied. “At least someone appreciates the dinner I made.”I sighed, now he was making me look bad. “You know how much I enjoy your cooking, I’
Melanie’s POVI should have known the last time, Adriano had the other nurses literally eating out of the palm of his hands how big of a charmer he was.Phoebe was completely enthralled by him, and there I was nervous about how she was going to receive him, especially with how blunt he was with her by the door.But it had the opposite effect on her. Phoebe appreciated his brutal honesty and seemed to think that he was good for me.I guess I should be happy with that, it means he’s holding up to his end of the bargain but I felt some way at the fact that Phoebe took an instant liking to him when I prepared to defend him tonight.Was it jealousy? Heck no. There’s no way I was jealous of Adriano. I mean it took a few weeks after I moved in for, Phoebe to warm up to me while she took to him instantly. Did that make me jealous? Absolutely not!Adriano also somehow knew the right thing to say to make, Phoebe blush.
Melanie’s POV“Are you ready for this?” I asked.“That’s an unnecessary question, little nurse,” Adriano said. “Are we doing this or not.”“I just need a few minutes to get in character,” she said.Adriano chuckled but remained silent while I tried to steady my breathing. It was Saturday evening and we were currently parked in the parking lot of my apartment complex. Phoebe had called me earlier in the day to ask if, Adriano had any allergies or something he didn’t eat.I didn’t have the answer to that question but I figured he ate anything, considering the kind of guy he was so I told her no.Now I wondered if I did the right thing. Maybe I should have asked him, but I avoided him all day until it was time to leave.“Do you have any allergies?” I asked.“Huh?”“Phoebe called earlier wanting to know if you had any allergies and I told her you didn’t,” I explained.Adria
Melanie’s POVAlice's words stayed with me all day. I’ve spent so much time believing that, Adriano had taken away my choice I had never stopped to wonder if I gave up too easily.Did I really have the option to make a different choice or could I give in to my new reality and be content with it?The thought of going back to the house didn't really fill me with dread like before when I was still new to his house.But apart from restricting my movement, he had treated me nicely. I ate well, slept in comfort, and got freaking chauffeured to work, even though I hadn't gotten used to the last part.Every time I demanded anything from, Adriano, it felt like I was making a deal with the devil, in exchange for my soul.It didn't help that he kept making me flustered when I was around him, causing me to act out of character.Nevertheless, I called, Phoebe and informed her of the plan to visit du
Melanie’s POVIf I was a betting girl, I could have won some money from, Alice. She was so positive this conversation was going to go well but couldn’t have been more wrong.This conversation had gone so off-kilter that I was wondering why I was still seated here talking to him.“Are you threatening me?” I asked."I'm not threatening you, little nurse," he replied.“Then what’s the meaning of what you just said?”“I just thought you needed a reminder of how you got here,” he said.“Oh, I remember. How could I ever forget,” I said. “Every second of every day for the past few weeks I’ve been reminded of how much my life had taken a drastic turn all in a matter of a few moments!”I was breathing heavily and trying to control my anger. “I regret that moment.”“What moment?”“The moment I agreed to go, Dr. Thompson’s request to go on a house call. It wasn’t part of my job descrip
Adriano’s POV I watched her expression go from relieved to tense the moment I spoke and I almost felt bad for wanting to demand a condition from her. Emphasis on almost. I didn’t feel bad but I hated that, Melanie wasn’t completely relaxed around me yet. I mean she was pacing my office for minutes and I had to practically force the words out of her mouth with the way she was fidgeting and beating around the bush. I hated the fact that she hadn’t realized that there was about nothing I wouldn't do for her, if she played her cards right. So if she wasn’t ready to figure it out, then it was up to me to show her and that wouldn’t be possible if we don’t spend time together. Melanie thought she was being a disturbance by asking me to go see her neighbor as her boyfriend while I was in my seat, trying to hide my smile and sounding as neutral as I possibly could. “A condition?” I nodde
Melanie’s POVIt’s been well over an hour and I was pacing outside, Adriano’s study, debating whether I should do it or not.There was also the fact that I was nervous about being alone with him in an enclosed space.You can do this, Melanie. The worst he can do is say no. There's absolutely nothing to be worried about.I didn’t know how effective the pep talk I was giving myself was but I guess I had to try.I finally stopped pacing, took in a deep breath, and let it out through my mouth. Just as I raised my hand to knock on the door, it was flung open.I jerked back in surprise while Adriano was smirking at me.“If you pace anymore, there might just be a dent on the floor and we don’t want that, do we, little nurse?”Great. Now I’ve gone and embarrassed myself before I even said anything. But…“How did you know I was outside?” I asked.“You don’t exactly walk quietly,