DOMENICOWith a resounding bang, the door swung open, instantly hushing the room into silence. Suppressing a sigh, Domenico lifted his gaze from the desk to see his second son, his face flushed and breaths ragged, standing in the doorway.In Victor's right hand was a little brown box which, according to its width, he suspected, came with a package just as long as a pen and no more.But with Victor's tightened grip around the box, it was clear that whatever was inside was significant. Or something horrific. So carefully laying down his bookmark, which was just a short red strip of material, he focused on his son, waiting to be hit, either with the usual tantrums or demands that he leashed Adler.He was done telling him how impossible those were. And all of this unfolded within just twenty-eight intense hours since his arrival in Sicily. "What is it this time?" Domenico grunted when, after seconds, Victor didn't make as much of a move."You should know." Domenico sighed heavily as h
**_"Mom didn't just die, Lily"_**It was ridiculous how time, instead of healing wounds, had you missed the person who caused them.Sitting on Eva's bed and staring at the ceiling, I hugged her favorite purple cardigan, its softness reminding me of the times I held her close despite fighting with my demons and losing.A quiet smile formed within me. Despite everything, her presence was my source of strength, driving me to fight harder than I ever thought possible.Eva was the reason I was alive.I placed the cardigan on the bed and moved to her dressing mirror. She had left most of her lotions in the manor. So now, when I was less busy, which I always was, I found myself in her bedroom, heating a spray so her smell clouded me, then lay on the bed thinking of the memories we shared.I remembered being done with life after a rough day at lucid; I remembered staring at the bandage wrapped around my stomach and deciding to give it all up.I had climbed the window and stood on the pane, ca
Three hours later, he realized he walked wide-eyed into a hornet nest."What are you saying?!" He demanded frustration etched in his tone as she walked away from him and towards the wardrobe."I'm saying," she answered with a singsong tone, "You can't touch me anymore until the night of the wedding." To send her point across, she pulled up the thin strap of her nightie to her shoulder. Minutes ago, he was on the verge of pulling that off. Now, he just had to make do with the after-feel of her velvety skin under soft silk.She was so fucking unfair."That's crazy. Jesus Christ, it won't make a fucking difference." He snapped. Pulling this stunt when he was practically dying of the need to be inside her was just plain wicked, "Lily, you can't leave me this hard.""Adler," she sighed, turning to him, "We're getting married in two weeks, which is fourteen days if we don't count tonight, and Nonna says...""So that's it?" he stretched both hands, "Nonna says? She turned to the wardrobe a
"Why does he want to see you?"Rune asked as they strolled along the walkway with Luigi's bodyguard leading the way and taking them to his boss."He said nothing," Kyra answered, staring ahead and inhaling the damp country air. "it sounded important. "Well, it better be, Rune scoffed inwardly; driving down to the billionaire offspring ranch and enduring Kyra's constant hate stares better be worth it. She was still mad at him despite everything he said being an obvious joke. It had to be the way Adler told it; the fucker had no sense of humor, else why exactly would Kyra still be mad at an apparent effort to crack her up?There was also the probability that she didn't want him around when she worked, and according to her, he ruined things, which wasn't fair on her end.He would have proved her wrong by granting her wish and staying away from this one, but goddamn it, letting her alone to a billionaire... Didn't sit well on his radar. What exactly did Luigi Guardiola want?
ADLEROld habits died hard, for even in his sleep, he reached for a feel of her. But when his fingers caressed the sheets instead, he groaned in frustration.To think it was just day five. Surviving the next nine days was going to be a nightmare. The first five were a miracle, for she didn't help matters, showing to have breakfast with him in a long shirt so he could catch a glimpse of her garter.Those mornings, he found himself losing interest in the food and craving something else. But she didn't pay him her attention, speaking softly over the phone with worry etched on her face as she gave out her flower preference.He didn't care for no damn wedding. He just wanted her, and this wasn't the way it was supposed to go."Needles on the bed?" Adler opened an eye to see Kyra sitting cross-legged on a chair before his bed. He blinked at her, then shut both eyes before muttering, "When I sent my father away, I didn't ask you to take his place. How did you get in?""Lest you
***KYRA.Attempting to slip out of the manor unnoticed by Rune, she discovered him already stationed by the car, sporting dark shades and maintaining an enigmatic silence, leaving her vexed as she couldn't discern where his gaze lay.Yet, his grumbled replies to her inquiries revealed that he still harbored the irritation that had lingered since they departed Luigi's ranch.It was evening when they arrived at Fish Town. Entering the bar and finding it without the buzz it was usually known for told her she had hit the jackpot. It made enough sense that she had secretly stalked Guardiola down to the small town.Rocking a dark shoulder-length blonde wig and brown jumpsuit, if anything, she was glad that, for the first time, she got the style right. The cloth hiding the gun strapped to her knee was just perfect. Now she only needed to figure out what to do with him— she narrowed her eyes at Rune rigidly sitting in front of her, chin up and shades still in place."You need
Ruslan! The same Ruslan who was supposed to be dead? The one Adler supposedly killed and threw off a cliff? He couldn't possibly still be alive!"Damn!" Rune cursed under his breath. Feeling her heart racing uncontrollably, Kyra turned her attention back to the stage, her mind reeling with disbelief. If Ruslan was here causing such a stir, then anything was possible.Brown-haired, dug into his pocket and retrieved a lollipop, unwrapping it with deliberate slowness. Kyra frowned, the cherry-colored candy not matching his ruthless reputation. As he popped it into his mouth, the crack echoed through the room.He discarded the stick with a flick, then grinned at the crowd. "Good evening, gentlemen." The audience remained eerily silent, tension thick in the air. Some seemed frozen in place, while others exchanged nervous glances. Kyra found herself holding her breath, along with many others in the room.Then, without breaking eye contact, Ruslan spoke again, his voice smooth and
LILY. My phone buzzed for the thousandth time in four hours, and looking down at the screen, a small, annoyed smile curved my lips. "Adler?" Tamara nudged me gently with her shoulder, and all thanks to the blue and red lights in the club, I could see the sly smirk on her face. "Girl, that man wants to be all up in your business." She should know. Because the last time I picked up Adler's call, he had informed me how he was done with the meeting with Luigi and was off to shore. Telling me I could take my time, so why couldn't he leave my phone alone?'Oh, Adler' I dropped the phone screen to the table and laughed, "I'm sure he just wants to ask if I need a ride back to the manor.""Or ask if you're drinking, or ask if your feet hurt, or ask if we're stressing you," Tamara counted with her fingers, then taking her glass of punch from the table, pouted, "I wish I had someone who'd bug me like that."Antonio appeared behind her, wrapping his arms around her neck and kissin