Megan povTonight is the day I plan on telling Lorenzo about the conversation I had with Harriet. I have been struggling to formulate ways to deal with this shit but I can't seem to come up with anything tangible. It doesn't help that Javier has been calling and leaving me countless messages about getting back with him and even threatening to harm my father. I just want them to leave me alone. But no, those two are like glue, sticking on me and not letting me go. I'm not surprised that Lorenzo noticed something is wrong with me. Often, I find myself zoning even when we fuck. Last night, he didn't touch me, giving the excuse of being tired which I suspect is just a lie. Applying my fiery red lipstick, I cast one last glance at myself in the mirror. I nod my head in satisfaction. My best friend, Katalina, advised me to wear red tonight. According to her, men like to see something tempting and my choice of tonight offers nothing but temptation. I am wearing a two piece lacy set
Lorenzo I don't know what fucking came over me. This was supposed to be a passionate night. Why did I have to bring that bastard amidst our special moment? Megan's body tensing beneath me told me that I might have messed things up. The throes of passion we were drowning in were interrupted by her pushing me away from her. The desire in her eyes replaced by a glare. " Do you have something you want to know? " She asks, a duvet now covering her once naked body. I clench my fists as my manhood remains stiff. I was still lost in the lust I felt for her but the way she was looking at me was causing my emotions to stir. I look away from her. A feeling of regret building in me. " What are you hiding from me?" I ask. I know I should have chosen a better moment to bring the matter up. Worse is, Megan hinted not wanting to talk about it when I asked days ago. As much as its my right to know what's bothering her as my wife, I should be mindful of how I seek the information. "
MeganI still can't get over how I messed things up last night. I don't know what came over me to say such hurtful words. Lorenzo has been nothing but good to me and my father. I also know that it was out of good intentions he asked me about my difficulties. Yet, like the fool I am, I blew things up. The little development we made in our relationship, I could feel that my accusations effortlessly shattered them. He walked out of me, leaving me sexually frustrated and mad at myself. He didn't call throughout the night after he left. He must be mad at me.. I mean, who wouldn't? If I was in his shoes, I would be fuming mad. Waking up to news about an explosion at the decks of his shipping company hasn't been of any help. I can't help but worry about him but for now, I have to push that aside and try to relax. I can't see my father looking all worried. That will make him worried too. There's the issue of Lorenzo breaking the news about our marriage to him too. I don't know how
MeganAs I make my way to Lorenzo's company, my father's words still keep ringing in my ears.What did he mean by making the same mistake my mother did?From the tales about my mother which I hear from my father is that she died after giving birth to me.My father then took care of me. I also know that my father disappeared from his family after my mother passed away.I have never seen any relatives visit us from either side. Growing up, I never inquired much about them because my father made sure I had all the love I needed.When I àsked for a playmate, my father adopted Sophia. He raised the two of us as sisters. I treated Sophia as a sister. Well, that's until she betrayed our family ànd teamed with Javier.Now, I think there's more about my mother I don't know about. My father from the look of things has zero intention of telling me shit about her.Stepping out of the cab, I pay my fee and proceed to walk inside the huge building which serves as the headquarters of Lorenzo's shipp
Lorenzo The sight of Megan sprawled on the sofa with her dress riding up exposing her creamy thighs is what greets my eyes when I enter the office. My throat tightens and a certain part of my body becomes excited. Damn! Did she do this on purpose? I turn around and glare at Hugo who is following behind me blindly. " Get your ass busy with the task I gave you." I glower at him. He raises an eyebrow but says nothing, he knows better than to question me. I have to get him out of here so that he doesn't witness me acting like a fool over a woman. I close the door and take measured steps towards where she is lying, She is so deep in slumber that she doesn't even notice my presence. The only sign that she is alive is the steady rise and fall of her chest. I sit at the edge of the sofa, careful not to wake her. My eyes scan her beautiful face and down to her lustful body. Hugo is right. Being with Megan, a woman who isn't from our circle is putting my people and my family I
When I told Megan I was going for a business trip, I didn't expect the excuse to become a reality. Now, I have to fly all the way to Moscow to meet the Pakhan of the Bratva ( Pakhan is the leader of a mafia group and Bratva is the name given to Russian mafia) But first, I have to meet grandfather for family related issues. I have this gnawing feeling that someone is working against us from within the famiglia. If we don't capture this person and set SB example to the others, we will be doing zero work even making peace with the Bratva. I park my bullet proof SUV and jump down before heading straight to grandfather's office. “ Make arrangement. The private plane should be ready in the next one hour. “ I instruct Gino before walking away. Gino will be travelling with me to Moscow. Hugo has to be left behind to handle the matters of the company and keep the boys in order. I push the door to my grandfather's office. He is seated in his usual chair, smoking. “ You should really ta
MeganIt's been a week and Lorenzo hasn't called or even left me a message after that day at his office. I have a feeling he is avoiding me or did he really go on a business trip? I haven't heard a word from or about him. Things were really going well between us. Well, that's until I opened my mouth and spewed nonsense. Even with his absence, he makes sure that everything is handled from someone to drive me around to take care of my father. The more he is nice to me, the more guilt I feel. Our marriage was just a deal but I seem to be getting too much out of this deal than Lorenzo is. “ You seem troubled.” My father comments, jolting me from my thoughts. “ Is this about that Massimo guy?” He adds and I shake my head. “ What makes you think I'd be troubled by him?” I ask back, unwilling to admit it. I know that papa will not like it one bit if he finds out that I am getting distracted thinking about Lorenzo while still around him. “ I told you Megan, stay away from that man.
I turn around to be faced by a grinning Javier. His smile however drops when he scans my outfit, replaced by a scowl. " What are you even wearing?" He asks and I glare at him. " Am I supposed to walk naked?" I ask him sarcastically and his face lights up with a teasing smirk." If you want, you can get naked for me."I roll my eyes at his absurd suggestions. I still can't believe this is the same man I was married to for three years. He seems to have transformed into a totally different person. Or perhaps this was always him and I just didn't know him too well as I thought. " You have changed. " I find myself casually commenting. Javier chuckles. " This is the real me Megan. You just didn't see me for who I am. " Javier shots back. " Is this where you would come and lie to me that you were in some business meetings? " I don't even know why I am asking this. Maybe I just want to hear the truth from his lips. But, then what? What follows? " You know what, don't answer that. Tell
LORENZO’S POVA month later.The Chicago airport buzzes with life—travelers rushing past, flight announcements echoing overhead, and the occasional wail of an impatient child. I stand near the arrival gate, hands in my pockets, shifting my weight from one foot to the other.It’s been a long week. No, a long month.After I regained my strength, I took off to Chicago to check on my business and for that one month, I had a lot to deal with.Thankful, everything went as planned.But today, things change, no work today. I was here for my two most precious people in the whole world, who I could give anything for.I check my watch for what must be the tenth time in the last five minutes as I wait, my sunglasses on.I want to feel annoyed but I can't with the thought of my two women coming.Megan’s flight has landed nearly half an hour ago, but customs can take forever. I exhale sharply, glancing toward the exit where passengers are trickling through.Then I see them.Elena is the first to sp
LORENZO’S POVIt has been almost two weeks since I came home with Megan, her house and I don't regret coming here. If I must be honest, then this was the best decision ever.I have a lot of time to spend with my cute little doll and Megan and today, we are out to a park after out little doll force us to take her there.Fortunately, I have been gaining my strength or else I would have turned into a laughing thing to my intelligent doll.If someone had told me that out of all the things I’d faced—ruthless enemies, gunfights, betrayals—the most difficult challenge would be a tiny, four-year-old girl with my blood in her veins who is now standing in front of me, her hands on her waist and ready for a challenge, I would have laughed. Hard.The park is livelier than I expected today. Well, maybe it is as I don't come this other side. Children run in every direction, their laughter blending with the chirping of birds perched on tall, leafy trees. The scent of fresh-cut grass mingles with
LORENZO'S POVI stare into her eyes, unable to look away as emotions rush in like a tide I can’t control.If someone had told me there would come a time when I couldn't mask my emotions because of love, I would have laughed in their face and thought them a fool.But here I am, stripped bare, completely exposed—because of this woman who owns my damn heart. Only God knows how much I care for her and our little angel.I owe her everything for giving me something so pure, so untouched by the darkness I live in.She blushes under my intense gaze, shifting slightly in her seat. "You should stop staring."A slow smirk spreads across my face, widening as the color deepens on her cheeks. The sight of it makes me want to get out of this damn hospital bed, take her somewhere private, and show her exactly how much I want her. Need her. Crave her."And you should stop blushing," I counter, my voice low, teasing.Her blush intensifies, and I swear she looks edible—like something only I should be al
LORENZO'S POVI was in a dream.I knew because Megan and Elena were with me—alive, warm, and laughing.Snowflakes danced in the air, landing on my skin like whispers of a forgotten life. The world was bright, crisp, and full of laughter, the kind I hadn’t heard in a long time.“Daddy! Look! I can fly!” Elena’s voice rang out, high and thrilled, as she sped past me on her skis, arms spread wide like tiny wings. Her dark curls peeked from beneath her beanie, her cheeks flushed with excitement.“Be careful, darling, or even your father won’t be able to save you from me when you're done!” Megan teased, panting beside me, her gloved fingers brushing mine as she adjusted her scarf.“I will, Mama!” Elena’s giggles carried over the snow, pure and free.I didn’t want to wake up.Because in my waking world, they weren’t there.The ache in my chest was a familiar, gnawing thing. How had I made it this far without them? How had I learned to breathe in a world where Megan’s touch and Elena’s laugh
MEGAN'S POVI watch helplessly as Rael beats Lorenzo, turning him black and blue. Blood pours from his body, and he’s stopped moving. The pain swirling in my chest is unbearable."Please stop!" I shout, but the more I scream, the harder Rael strikes, and the harder Elena cries.The water is now at the level of her stomach, and her voice is faint. She’s trembling, fighting the rising fear. Elena has always been strong, but I can see the fear in her eyes, and I don’t know what to say to make her feel better. She’s watching her father whom she only saw in pictures be beaten as if he were nothing more than a fly.Rael’s cruelty knows no bounds. He’s using a poisoned dagger to cut Lorenzo, knowing that just one cut would be enough to make the poison spread. Lorenzo—the man I love, the one who would move mountains to get to me. The man who would do anything to make me stay by his side, even if it meant making me sign a contract. And now, he’s dying in front of me."Didn't you say that you w
LORENZO'S POVThe sight of Megan tied to a pole and my little daughter floating in a small tank, slowly filling with water, was the first thing my eyes landed on as we defeated the last group of thugs preventing us from reaching them.“Save mama, save me!” Elena cried, and my heart almost stopped.Megan didn't say anything, but I could see the tears and the dejection in her eyes. She avoided looking at me, and that hurt even more.But who was this man, and why had he taken my wife and child?“Who are you?” I asked, trying to concentrate.If I wanted to save them, I needed to think straight and not be distracted.“Oh, you don’t know me? Not surprising, though, because I made sure to keep a low profile until I was strong enough to take you on. Six years, Lorenzo! I’ve waited for this day for six years!” He said, and again, I couldn’t place his face.I took a step forward, but he immediately pointed his gun at Megan.“One more step, and this bullet goes through her heart,” he said, and I
MEGAN’S POVI felt a knot of fear tighten in my stomach when the man smiled after hearing the gunshots. At such a moment, I expected him to be shaken, maybe even worried, but instead, he grinned, as if everything was going according to his plan."What's happening? Where are you taking me?" I shouted, struggling to resist, but he only chuckled and gave me a look that sent chills down my spine.It was a look of superiority, like a parent watching a child, a toddler, who thought they could get away with something they had no business doing. It was condescending, and in that moment, I felt small—like a fish trapped in a tank. His tank. I could see the way he looked at me, knowing I was struggling, knowing I was going to die. And there was nothing I could do to change it. All my feeble attempts at resistance would amount to nothing.I was afraid. Terrified. Not for myself, but for Elena. I didn't want to die, not without knowing she would be okay."Please, Mr. Gambino," I begged, my voice
MEGAN’S POVEverything in me hurts.The right side of my face, where that brute hit me, is swollen, and it feels like he dislocated my jaw. My throat burns from shouting, and my heart aches with fear. What have they done to my baby?“Elena? Give me back my baby!” I shout again, slamming my hands against the door. The pain in my hands is unbearable now, from repeating the motion over and over. But still, there’s no response.It’s as if no one on the other side cares about what I’m saying.I don’t know how long it’s been since that man left, but no one has come in. The silence around me is suffocating.I sink down onto the cold floor, and the tears flow without my control. Why would anyone kidnap me? Is it because of Lorenzo again? But the first time this happened, I was alone. Now, I have Elena with me. What if they hurt her?“Please, God, if you really exist, and you can hear me, please save my baby. Don’t let them hurt her. Please keep her safe, Lord. I promise, if you do, I will don
LORENZO’S POV“It’s all your fault.” Angelo shouts immediately we are back at our temporary meeting place. Angelo’s voice is raw with anger, shaking with the force of his rage. His fists clench at his sides, his eyes burning into me with unfiltered hatred. “Six years ago, she almost died, and now we’re here again. I blame you for all of this!” He shouts, a glare fixed on his face. I don’t argue. I don’t even lift my head.Because he’s right.Megan is in this mess because of me.If it weren’t for the fact that—My phone vibrates in my hand, a sharp intrusion into the suffocating silence between us. I glance at the screen.Hugo.I answer immediately. “Hugo?”“Boss, we lost the trail.” His voice is tight, frustrated. “It’s like they’re toying with us. We also found another note.”A notification chimes before he can finish, and I already know what it is. My stomach twists as I open the image.Same paper. Same handwriting.Lorenzo,Loving it so far?How does it feel?A taunt. A reminder.