Marco p.o.vThe music playing quietly in the background, I glance at my wristwatch again, groaning. It's been only a few hours into the event, and barely twenty minutes since I joined these men in a private conference room.The men arguing in front of me are capos, Dons of various regions in the country. We are having a Mafia meeting in the middle of a charity event, how convenient.I heave a sigh again. These morons are wasting my time, I should be home with Zoey, not listening to them fight over bullshit.Venting out their pent-up disagreements, lashing out things they've done to offend themselves.“Soldiers died in the last operation because of your carelessness to inspect and make everything went smoothly.”“I lost my soldiers too.”I could silent them all just by a word reaction, they all answers to me anyway. But I chose not to, I sat back and watch the release their frustrations.My phone, kept on the table buzz effectively ending their noise making. All heads turn in my direc
Zoey p.o.vHeaven..... That's what's it felt at the moment, the second we step foot inside our room. Marco strip me bare of my dress, the dress was an obvious hindrance for us at the moment.“Ahh.” I moan as Marco drags his soft lips over my jawline. His strong arms pressing me against him tightly.He took me surprised by clutching my waist tightly, I gasped when he jerked me towards him before pinning me to the door. I could feel every hard muscle in his body against mine.“Soft and so mine.” He whispers in a raspy tone, causing my skin to prickle with goosebumps at his firm declarations.His hard member pressing angrily against my stomach.I was shocked at his roughness.I realized I have successfully turned his anger into pure need and desire. I know he was about to go rough on me, but how rough? Did I push his buttons too hard? Am I ready to find out? Hell Yeah!!His was feverish and rough, I knew that there might be bruises on my lips, but to hell with that for all I care. It fel
Zoey p.o.vI wake up to a not so silent movement, footsteps slamming heavily against the floor. I flickered my eyes open, the familiar ceiling of our bedroom coming into view.I slowly and carefully sat up.“Marco?”He was moving around picking some documents from the drawer of his mini office in the room, and keeping neatly in the suitcase on the desk.“You're up.” He came over and place a kiss on my forehead.He reached for the two guns in the nightstand, he kept them there for emergency purposes. He stuffed one in his waistline and the other in the same suitcase.“Where are you going to.” I asked him.It's still early in the morning, a few minutes past five precisely. Which means he's going out on a mission.“Mexico.” He answered briefly.“Need my assistance?” I was referring to the mission.“No, not this time.” His voice was stern, a clear indication that he doesn't want me involved.I wanted to probe for more details of this trip, but decided to let it slide. Since I didn't tell
Author p.o.vMexico __ 9:20pm.The warehouse was lit up with neon green light, causing a dim glow over the room. The eerie hue cast shadows on the dusty concrete floor, creating a mysterious atmosphere that sent shivers down the spine of anyone who dared to enter.The walls were lined with stacked high with boxes and crates of all shapes and sizes. The air was thick with the smell of musty cardboard and old machinery, adding to the sense of foreboding that permeated the space.Men sat around waiting for the auction to start, some of seem wealthy in their expensive suits. While few were in causal clothing. In the corner of the warehouse, a lone figure sat leaning on his seat. Marco, exuded an air of danger that had the other patrons shifting uncomfortably in their seats. Despite his intimidating presence, Marco seemed relaxed as he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. This trade is highly confidential, for any one present here the organizers didn't their research
Marco p.o.vAs the auctioneer looked around the room, waiting for a response, Marco sneered and raised his hand. “I want all of them,” he repeated, his voice low and menacing. “Are you sure, sir.” The auctioneer chuckled, obviously not falling for it, “That's a lot of millions, can you afford it?”“All the girls, I want them.” Marco repeated, his voice low and menacing. “And I'm not paying for it.”Marco's lips twisted into a cruel smile.The auctioneer straightened his shoulders, refusing to be intimidated. “What do you mean,” he said firmly.Their men pulling out their guns, seeing Marco as a possible threat. Which he was, a threat to their business.“Lukeman.” Marco spoke, ignoring the men pointing their guns at him, he didn't bother with them as they would drop dead any minute.“I want to a private talk with Luke man.” These words infuriated the auctioneer, he fists his palm, holding back from taking any action just yet.“If you're here to cause distractions, then I'll have to es
Zoey's p.o.vCamila and I arrived at the mall, doing some shopping might help ease the tension in her heart. It's weekend and Adriano is with his grandparents, so I have all the time to myself.“How do I look.” Camila chirped, her love for shopping is beyond me. I guess I did the right thing by bringing here, she looked more relaxed and worry free.I scan the dress she was trying out, it was a blue floral print dress, bra cups hugging her boobs, with that, there's no need for a bra. It's an off shoulder short sleeve dress, the neckline having a little slit between the breast area, exposing a bit of cleavage.“Absolutely beautiful.” I commented, the dress fits her so perfectly. This is the first dress that is to my liking, Camila seem to agree me as she was smiling in approval.“I know right, it's my perfect fit.” She did a swirl around in front of the full-length mirror, checking the back side.“I should go try the others out.” She hurried back inside the dress room. I chuckled at her
Zoey p.o.vToday marks it exactly one week since Marco left, after the all ambush stuff happened. I was shaken up and expecting Marco to come home later that day and provide me some comfort.But guess what, he didn't come home that day. I didn't call to him as I would rather not disrupt his work, and I waited the next day, still he didn't show up. And then I called, I called several times and sent him messages.I just wanted to know if my husband is safe wherever he is, is that too much to ask?I got to find out from Matthew, who came back the very next day that Marco had gone on a business trip to Italy. He could have called to inform me, even a simple text would spare me the worries.And today, I'm currently in Marco's private jet, to God knows where. I've tried probing the information out of Matthew, but he's so tight lip, refusing to say anything that would leak the whereabouts of where we are headed. Obviously, this has to be Marco's instruction.Lara the hostess, had arranged so
Marco's p.o.v'Don she's here.' Matthew text came in.I saw her came inside the restaurant, her eyes widen in awe at the decorated place. It has always been her dream to have a surprise birthday party here in Bahamas.The decorations are all from what she wished for, I had promised myself to make sure to fulfil all her dreams.I waved the staffs off, I want sometime alone with my woman.She looked stunning and sexy today, not that she isn't beautiful on a daily basis. Fuck, she always manages to knock the air out of my lungs each time I stare at her.The make-up she has on, with those sultry smoky eyes and those kissable glossy res lips, has my dick straining in pain.She draped herself in a lengthy coat, stopping below her knees. “Happy birthday baby.” I pulled her into a hug, sighing in contentment as I took in her flowering perfume. I've fucking missed this body, soft and tender against mine.Why did I leave for so long again?I lean in to capture her lips, but she steps back, mak