Unknown povI gaze outside through the hotel window, closing my eyes and letting the breeze hit my face. I never thought I would be back to this city after leaving it more than two decades ago.It's weird how the memories of this city seem to haunt me even now. The life I left behind here to hide like a rat. My little angel I left to grow without a mother for decades in the name of protecting her. I thought that disappearing from her life would have guaranteed having a worry free life. A life she could live like a normal person without having to look back everytime she walks down the streets. Now, all that has been threatened because my ghosts from the past won't stop from coming back and haunting me. I don't know what Papa intended on uncovering when he asked that boy to investigate my whereabouts.. I made sure to clean my tracks. I would have stayed hidden if it wasn't for those two meeting . The door to my room is knocked and I compose myself, putting on my business face before
Megan“So you think Lorenzo is slowly falling in love with you?” Kata asks and I sigh. “ I can't say that for sure but last night, we had a special night. The kind that only lovers engage in.” I reply, looking away. I don't want to deceive myself into thinking that last night was anything special to Lorenzo but I can't help myself. The things that we did with Lorenzo had me thinking that there was something special between us. Starting from Lorenzo preparing dinner for us to watching a movie and then when we went to bed, he made love to me. Yes, last night was not fucking. I could feel it. There were feelings involved in the whole thing ;like he was worshiping me, telling me with his actions what he feels for me. When I woke up today, Lorenzo was not in bed but he made an effort to leave me a note that he would be busy at the office.That had me smiling like a fool and the reason why I am here sitting across katalina and trying to have her help me detect what last night was about
Megan povWhen evening comes I get ready and head to the Velvet house. That's where Lorenzo said we would spend our night. I guess it has everything to do with what he promised to do earlier. The thought of what he will do makes my body tingle with anticipation. After being a frequent visitor I don't frown every time I step inside the club. If someone told me that I would waltz into a strip club shamelessly I would have laughed at them. Yet here I am walking as if I own the fucking Club. I am walking upstairs to Lorenzo's penthouse when a familiar blonde haired lady comes into view. She's walking hand in hand with someone else who is also familiar. I narrow my eyes wondering what Katalina is doing here and of all people with Hugo? Lorenzo's second in command who apparently hates my guts but has been doing everything to not lash at me. Hugo has been quite tolerable with me or rather that's what I think. He is no longer glaring at me with every chance he gets. After that incident a
Lorenzo I pull out of her,my dick still semi-hard. This woman is like a drug to me, one that I can't get rid of.When I am with her, I can't think of anything else but fill her insides till she is soaking with my essence. Gino says that my obsession with her has turned into something more dangerous. An obsession.In my line of work, having an obsession can be classified like having an Achilles heel. He says that anyone can get to me. They just have to get to Megan abs and have me eating at the palm of their hands.I beg to disagree though, they won't be eating at the Palm of their hands. Instead,they will have their lives to worry about. Like what happened to Hunter Gambino.He pushed my limits when he laid his hands on my babydoll. She is capable of bringing the best in me and also the worst in me." You are looking at me." Her words jolt me back to reality." I am always looking at you,tesorina." I reply, laying my head on the crook of her neck." It's different this time." Megan c
LorenzoMegan groans in protest and I smile wider. " Come on Lorenzo, that's not fair. " She complains, her eyes lidded with desire and unconcealed lust. " I have never been a fair person, Babydoll. Not with this insanely gorgeous body of yours. " I reply, my eyes going to her pink pussy lips which are now glistening with her juices. I am tempted to taste that sweet hole. To lick her juices clean and make her cum on my tongue. But first, she will have to beg me to slam my cock inside her waiting sweetness. She moans and I watch her hips rise. She is desperate to have me inside her, but I will not let her have me so easily. " Let's see how many orgasms you can reward me with, Mia cara. " I whisper devilishly, my lips breathing hot air on her sweetness. Megan arches her back as she starts grinding herself against my face." Good girl, that's it. Grind your needy pussy against me. " I encourage her, my hands gripping her waist tightly.Megan's breathing becomes faster, her body shak
Javier “ Are you listening or what?” My mother's voice snaps me from my little trance. I turn to look at her, not hiding my annoyance. “ Of course I'm listening but I don't want to talk about that loser.” I reply,groaning. My mother assured me that she had everything planned with Hunter Gambino but that guy was taken down by Lorenzo. I don't give a fucking shit about his life. If anything, I want to go and excavate his body and put two more bullets on his head. That bastard thought that he could lay his hands on Megan. I hate him for that. “Tell me something mother, did you know about his plans to use Megan?” I ask. My mother looks away as a sign of guilt. “I don't believe you mother, how could you let him lay his hands on my woman?” I snap annoyed. “Your woman? Are you crazy Javier? when you realize that you are no longer married to her?” As if I want to hear it, my mother reminds me of the bitter reality of my life. “I don't care whether we are divorced or not. She's my woma
Lorenzo I look at the woman sitting across from me. I don't know what to make of her words. I don't believe my nephew is stupid enough to start recruiting new people to help him take me down. Didn't he learn from what happened to Hunter Gambino?I don't believe either that of all people,he thought he could convince Red to join his little stupid fight.“You don't look fazed Lorenzo.” She says,a smile lingering on her face.I am not fazed, just surprised. After all, Harriet has been doing everything to make sure that stupid son of hers takes over the Massimo family.“Do I need to?” I shrug nonchalantly. I thought that with Hunter Gambino dead those two would know how to behave, it seems like I underestimated their greed of power.“So what do you plan to do with this information?” Red asks and I smirk.“The question should be what do you plan to do with this information, not me. I helped you deal with Hunter Gambino. It is your time to play your cards right.”She cocks her brows at my w
MeganI followed behind Lorenzo as he led me down the stairwell passing through rooms with open doors, displaying what was going in there. My ears burned when we passed through a woman in bed with three men having a menage. One man was pumping his jugular into her wanting p*ssy while the other sucked her breasts. The last man had his eyes closed as the woman sucked his cock,a pure sight of erotica.I pressed my thighs together and averted my gaze only to find Lorenzo staring at me keenly." You Love that?" He asks and I look away, embarrassed that he caught me staring." Look at me, Megan. Do you like being shared?" He pressed.Do I like being shared? Definitely not. I might be curious but that's all. Menage is not my thing.I shook my head in denial. " Just fascinated." I replied. The loud moans from the woman and the looks on pleasure on those men as they took what she could offer then was...intriguing.We reached the door leading to the dungeon, which was located downstairs. I gulp
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