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After the meeting, Marcello walked out of the hotel bar and towards the parking lot.Jacopo had told him all that he needed to know. Jacopo wasn't the one who killed his parents. Marcello had someone else in mind. Federico."I'm on my way. Everything went well." Marcello said to Alessandro over the earpiece as he walked towards his black Porsche. He heard a door shut close and turned to see Adriano walking out of the hotel bar with a cigarette hanging on his lips.He frowned when he saw Marcello and walked towards his car, not saying anything.Marcello didn't know why but he just felt like having a conversation with Adriano."Well, that was unexpected." He drew.Adriano stopped walking and turned to face Marcello. "Are you talking to me?" He asked, his voice dark and deep with his brow raised.Marcello's gaze narrowed. "Should I be talking to someone else?"Adriano nodded, with his cool eyes on Marcello's. "We don't talk." He said,"You know," Marcello said, "I want that to change."A
"If you were miserable then how do you think I've been without you?" She sniffled, pressing her forehead against his. "I'm more than miserable without you, amore mio."He pressed his lips on hers, softly, confusing her senses and she melted like an ice cream, her heart glowing—kissing him with all she got. She moaned when his tongue slid into her mouth, her hands resting on each side of his face.His palm went up the backs of her thighs and stilled when they met her bare ass cheeks. He slowed the kiss and pulled back to look at her in the nightgown.His gaze glittered. "Say I'm your love again.""My love," she said breathlessly."In Italian," he said, eyes on her seductive lips. Oh, how much he wanted her to give him a blowjob with that mouth. He rarely lets a woman give him a blowjob and wasn't really into it but just staring at Mariana's lips made him think of how it would feel having her suck his dick with that mouth of hers. "Amore mio," She bit her lower lip, her fingers playing
Gabriella?After a short pause, Mariana and Elena stared at each other.In the few minutes that Elena has been here, Mariana has felt closer to her than ever. She was glad Marcello had invited her over."Let's go back to the drawing room." Mariana said."Okay," she replied. "At the gala, "I'll give you a few pregnancy test kits."As they entered the drawing room, Mariana furrowed her brow. "The gala?""I hope I'm not interrupting your conversation." A familiar, sensual voice spoke up.Slowly, Mariana's gaze darted to the doorway to see Gabriella. Her blonde hair was clipped to one side in a sleek wave that reached her waist. Glossy red lips. Dark-green eyes. She wore a little black dress beneath a white coat.The woman was seductive—a walking sex. She was a kind woman in the magazines."Of course not, Gabriella." Mariana replied, turning to look at Elena just in time to see her roll her eyes."Oh, good," Gabriella said with a charming Italian accent, cat-walking towards them. "I don't
The following day5:00pmMariana glanced at herself in the mirror.The dress she wore was really mesmerising and expensive. It was a sequin, sexy gold evening bridesmaid V-neck long dress.A pair of crystal earrings dangled from her ears, the only pop of colour that was in loving contrast to her lips.She grabbed her purse and headed downstairs to meet Marcello, who was waiting for her.As she descended the stairs, a hungry look overtook Marcello's face as he took her in.She descended the stairs like a stunning angel coming down from heaven. Her exquisite shape was perfectly complemented by the beautiful gold evening gown that hugged her body in all the right places. She'd pulled back her hair into a ponytail, revealing her swan-like neck.Brown eyes. Fair skin. Red lips. A beautiful goddess, his wife."I'm ready." She said this as she got to his front.He didn't reply. He just kept staring at her, undressing her with his eyes."Stop staring at me like that." She flushed.His gaze me
Mariana found herself staring at two different positive pregnancy tests. Aren't women supposed to be happy when they see these? Why does she feel terrified? Terrified of how Marcello would react. And what he would say.She doesn't know if it's Marcello's words, but she was somewhat scared to tell him about this. She had no idea if she was ready to be a mother. Would she be a good mother?Bringing a child into this world. The Mafia world. Would it be safe for the child?Well, she was going to think of the right time to tell him. She placed her hands on her abdomen, smiling to herself.Taking a deep breath, Mariana walked out of the restroom and made her way to Giana. "I'm done. Let's go back to the ballroom." She told her.They got to Elena only to find her arguing with her bodyguard."What is going on?" Mariana raised a brow."Can you believe I'm not allowed to dance with a man?" Elena scoffed."Is it that serious?""Yes, it is. Just because of one mistake I made I'm considered wayw
"Oh, a joke? If it's that funny then I might need to hear it as well. I mean, we all came out to have some fun, didn't we?" Marcello said, with a stoic face.Leonardo shot a rash look at Mariana before saying, "You don't have to know about it.""Good." He returned. "I want to dance with my wife." He manoeuvred himself between them and pulled Leonardo off her with a little more force than necessary. Leonardo frowned."Go make some other woman laugh but not my wife." "Have a pleasant night," Leonardo finally said, smiling, then turned to walk away—a scowl replacing the smile on his face."What were you two talking about?" Marcello asked."Don't worry, Marcello. You don't need to know about it." Mariana snarled at him as she felt his warm palm gliding on her waist and then resting firmly on her back.Marcello gritted his teeth and tightened his hold on her until she gasped."Is that so?" He guided her across the dance floor. "I don't want to see you anywhere near Leonardo.""You sound j
"Boss!" Alessandro called out.Marcello looked up and saw Alessandro running towards him with Andrea and Giana, their weapons drawn, checking their surroundings."What the fuck happened? Who the fuck is trying to assassinate me?" Marcello asked Alessandro.He shook his head. "I have a feeling it was—" he stopped, as if realizing something. "Let's get both of you into safety before we get into that.""I don't need you to protect me," Marcello returned, then turned to face Giana. "Get Mariana home and have two men outside my bedroom.""N---no," Mariana protested. "Let's go together."Marcello looked down at her. Her eyes welled up with tears, but nothing spilled over her cheeks. Terror was visible on her face.She would serve as a distraction right now, and he needed to focus. To find out who had tried to kill him. And the identity of the waitress.But depending on the gravity of the situation, he could go home with her for both their safety sakes, or he could let her stay with him beca
Gabriella scoffed. "Do you want to deny it in front of everybody? Go ahead, try it!" "I'm not denying anything. But that doesn't mean Hannah is my daughter. I might've been high when we had sex, but I'm fully aware that I used protection." He chuckled dryly. "I can't even imagine fucking you without a condom." His skin crawled at the thought of fucking Gabriella without a condom. He'd rather stay for twenty years without having sex. Gabriella's face reddened in embarrassment. Why are any of her plans not working? "I'm speaking the truth." She whined. Mariana was confused, but she still had to stand behind her husband no matter what, and she wasn't going to let Gabriella have her way. "Enough, Gabriella!! Aren't you just shameless? You've chosen now to bring this up? And what if he slept with you? Weren't you ashamed to take advantage of a drunken man all because of your desperation to get him to sleep with you?" Mariana fumed, but she didn't lose her composure. "How dare..." Ma