“ What happened?” Hugo asks from besides me, maybe after sensing my change in mood. I lift my face to stare at him, enunciating every word, “ They have Megan.”The words leave a bitter aftertaste in my mouth and I suddenly feel like I can't breath. “ What? Who has her?” Gino asks this time and I clench my fists, my nails almost drawing blood. “ That bloody asshole Hunter. He wants his shipment in exchange of her.” I answer his query. Gino face hardens and a darkness I am so familiar with clogs his eyes. “ That means…” I nod, not needing him to finish his statement. That pussy knows that I sold him out to the feds and used Megan to threaten me. Without a word, Hugo makes a call and we both turn to look at him, hopefully. That hope however is shattered a moment later when he shakes his head. “ Our contact said they can't do shit. The operation is down as planned.” I punch the steering wheel in frustration. “ I can't fucking lose her, man.” A line tear slips past my eyes. If the
Lorenzo The day drags itself painfully. Every minute,the only thing I think about is Megan and how to get her out of there.After securing the shipment, Hunter informed me that we would do a transaction at a location of his choice.The shipment in exchange for Megan.I am no fool to believe his bullshit. After double crossing him, he will definitely retaliate. The most probable way is getting the shipment back then killing Megan to get back at me. He knows I am desperate to save her and he is going to use that to hís advantage.I also know that if I want my woman alive, I need to make the first move and rescue Megan then get rid of that fucker.I have been trying to locate his hideout and so far, I have no positive news. It's like the bastard disappeared from Chicago. I know better than to assume that. The rat Is just so good at hiding.I can't concentrate on anything. I don't think I will until I get her back. When my office door creaks open, Hugo enters with a careful look on his f
MeganI have been in and out of consciousness these past hours. I don't know if it's blood loss or hunger. That bastard has denied giving me food and water.My throat is parched, and I can feel the headache pounding through my head.My vision is blurry. Everything is blurry and dark. I'm trying to look around, but I can't see a thing.The place reeks of mold and the musty smell of water and urine.I don't know what he has planned for me.What he will do to me.He said something about me being his plaything after he kills Lorenzo. I don't know if Lorenzo has realized that I am missing. He probably has already received a message from that crazy bastard. He did say something about striking a deal with Lorenzo. I don't know something about a shipment. A deal he plans not to honor but use as a trap to kill Lorenzo. Oh God! I hope Lorenzo doesn't fall for his plot. That will be like delivering himself on a silver platter. Yet the hope of leaving here alive has not left me. Now, my head i
MeganWhen I open my eyes again the pounding headache is no longer there. My eyes scan my surroundings and I find myself in my room. My memories are hazy and I can't remember how I ended up in my room. All I know is that some stupid bastard was about to force himself on me when a lady barged in and rescued me. “You are finally awake,” A sweet voice says from beside me, making me snap my head in the direction. The lady from earlier is seated on a chair next to my bed, her eyes fixed on her long manicured fingers. Slowly she lifts ahead and looks my way. “Since you are awake,it's about time I go on with my business.”she declares, casting me one last glance. She is on her feet,ready to exit. My hands reach out to her and she turns around to look at me. “Where is Lorenzo?” I blurt out the first thing that comes into my mind. The lady chuckles at my question. I don't know what she finds funny but the amused look on her face makes me frown. “I was expecting you'd ask any other quest
Lorenzo's words spark something deep within me and lust pools low in my stomach, my core throbbing with need as he presses himself closer, the outline of his thick cock rubbing against me through his hospital gown. His lips are inches from mine, his hand on the side of my face, fingers caressing my jawline as his thumb runs back and forth across my cheek, our breathing heavy as we stare at each other." Please don't say no Megan. I need you. " He croaks out the words as if he is in pain. He takes my hand and places it on his throbbing hardness. " Only you can cure me Megan. Only your body can. " He says and I squeeze his dick. Lorenzo lets out a tortured grunt, throwing his head back as his hips involuntarily thrust up into my grip, his cock pulsing. I take the opportunity to lick his throat and run my tongue across the stubble on his chin."I want to do that,"I tell him, my lips running across his, not quite kissing him yet."You do? Are you sure?" He asks and I nod, my eyes closed.
MeganI watch as the doctor dresses Lorenzo's wound. Guilt gnaws at me as I watch the pile of cotton swabs filled with his blood. My tears glisten and I curse myself inwardly for getting carried away when I should have stopped Lorenzo, but he insisted. Now, I know I was so caught up in my own desire, my own lust.He has to be okay.He has to, or else I'll never forgive myself. Lorenzo has refused to let go of my hand as the doctor attends to him. He insists that my presence will make him feel better. I can feel the doctor's frustration and Hugo's glare on my back. Sure enough, I will be getting it from him later but I'll worry about that when the time comes. Right now, all I care about is Lorenzo. After dressing his wound and bandaging him, he collects his things and starts making a beeline to the door." I advise you two to tone it down until he has recovered. There's a high risk of infection if the wound reopens again." The doctor halts to say before leaving the room. My cheeks
Unknown povI look at the man across me sipping his tea elegantly without any care in the world. I snort. " You would not be this relaxed if he finds out about what you did. " I say and that captures his attention. " You wouldn't be sitting here with me if he finds out about what you did too." He replies with a smile and I ball my fists. " Everyone thought she died, you died too. That's why he hasn't come hunting for your sorry ass all these years." I remind him and he snorts. "She died, that part is true. Just not when everyone thought she did." He replies, a far away look on his face. " And you decided to play the role of the perfect father to her, altering everything about yourself and starting afresh here?"I have to say, he played smart doing that. He is hiding and at the same time not hiding. No wonder no one from his past or hers could find anything. Not everyone believed that lady died, at least my father didn't. He combed Las Vegas and the neighbouring cities looking fo
MeganIt's been two weeks since Lorenzo was discharged from the hospital. The man is as stubborn as a mule because barely two days after he was discharged and against the doctors orders, he went back to work. He talked about loose ends he wanted to tie up and being a mafia boss I did not bother myself asking what it meant.I have come into terms that my husband is a mobster, a mafia boss. When he talks about deals, I know he isn't talking about projects like the ones my father handled back in the day.Tying loose ends doesn't mean going on a business dinner. Violence and blood makes him who he is.I never imagined myself getting involved with those kind of people before but here I am, falling in love with a mobsterSometimes Lorenzo works from home. Of course,those are the days he wants to torment me to death, not that I am complaining. I like it when he can't take his hands off me. Today, however, he said he would be working from the company since he has things to attend to pers
Megan povTwo years laterSometimes, life plays out differently than we expected or planned. As I stand before the mirror, admiring the woman reflected in the mirror, I can't help but smile. Sic years. That's what it took me to realize that the only place I belonged to was by Lorenzo's side. And today is that day we are gonna tie the knot and unite in holy matrimony. What started as a contract marriage is transforming to something special and beautiful. The past two years have been nothing but eventful. About a year ago, I gave birth to our second child, a son. When we learnt about my pregnancy, Lorenzo wanted us to get married immediately. I didn't like the idea of wearing my wedding gown with a bulging belly. It didn't help that I had a lot of work to do. From managing my fathers company in Chicago to my own company in Vegas. Lorenzo was also busy with the real estate project his company was working on in Vegas so we agreed to hold the wedding at a later date. After all, in the
MEGAN’S POV Katalina stirred her cappuccino, watching me over the rim of her cup with a smirk that I didn’t trust. “How long has it been since you started living together?” she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.I leaned back in my chair, letting the scent of roasted coffee beans and vanilla swirl around me. My favorite coffee shop, my favorite corner, and yet, she had dragged me out of my office, claiming I was overworking myself.“Three months,” I said, smiling as I traced the rim of my cup with my fingertip. “And it still feels like yesterday.”Three months since I moved back to Chicago. Three months of waking up beside Lorenzo, of feeling his warmth seep into my skin, of watching him keep every single promise he had made to me.Lorenzo wasn’t just loving—he was attentive, as if he had memorized my every need and made it his mission to fulfill them before I even realized what I wanted. He treated me like a queen, making up for every second we had lost.I lifted my cup, craving
MEGAN’S POV I couldn’t even remember how the rest of the evening played out because Lorenzo was glued to my side like he was afraid I’d disappear. Every time someone tried to steal a moment with me, he would find an excuse to pull me away—into random rooms, dark corners, anywhere he could have me to himself. And every single time, he kissed me like his life depended on it, like he had been starving and I was the only thing that could satisfy his hunger.Then, as if nothing had happened, we’d step back into the party, his arm wrapped tightly around me, his smirk daring anyone to question it. Everyone noticed, of course. They weren’t blind. But no one said a word. Not when it was our night. Not when I was finally going to get married—for real this time.By the end of the celebration, after receiving endless congratulations and well wishes, we left. Lorenzo’s father had insisted on keeping Elena for the night, claiming he wanted to spend more time with her. And honestly? We were too eag
MEGAN’S POVLorenzo was on one knee, his dark eyes locked onto mine, his face illuminated by the soft glow of lights I hadn't even noticed turning on. The world around us had faded into silence, leaving only the sound of my pounding heart and his steady, expectant breaths.“Megan, will you try me for real this time?" His voice was rough with emotion, his grip on the velvet box tight, as if he feared I might vanish before he could place the ring on my finger.I couldn't speak. My throat closed up. The sight of him kneeling before me, the weight of what he was asking, settled over me like a storm. I had promised him another chance—I had vowed to try—but this? This was something bigger, something permanent.This was me handing over my heart, my trust, my life to him once again.And the last time I'd done that, he'd shattered me.Lorenzo saw the hesitation in my eyes, his brows drawing together, his fingers tightening around the ring box. “Megan," he whispered, his voice hoarse, "I know I
MEGAN’S POVThe past month had been...i don't even know how to describe it, a storm of emotions, but somehow, everything had fallen into place. For the first time in what felt like forever, I could breathe.Who would have thought that after what Rael did to Lorenzo, he’d survive?Yet here he was—alive, strong, and laughing as he played with Elena, our daughter. The sight of them on the floor together, her tiny fingers tugging at his shirt as he pretended to lose a playful tug-of-war, warmed me in ways I couldn’t describe. I curled up on the couch, sipping my favorite wine, letting the moment settle over me like a comforting blanket.Then, for what felt like the twentieth time today, Lorenzo’s phone rang."Excuse me, I have to take this," he muttered, already standing.I watched as he strode away, his back tense, voice low when he answered. I had never minded his work calls before, not when we first moved to Chicago, not when he had to step away in the middle of a meal, but lately… som
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