“Mi dispiace, Farfalla. But I can't share that information with you.” He says in a protective tone. I sigh, “I didn't think you would.” Which I didn't, it's not like I was holding my breath or anything.I totally was. “It's safer this way.”“And what makes you believe that? Now I'm going to be a jittery mess, forever looking over my shoulder like some crazy, paranoid woman.” I groan. “At least you'll be more aware of your surroundings.” He rubs his hands up and down my arms, sending waves of tingles down my body.“Can I at least have a gun?” I ask him anxiously, hoping he will say yes. Instead, he chuckles, “Uh, no.” He replies as if I've just asked him to marry me. He didn't bother to give my request a moment's thought.“And why not? I can’t rely on you and your henchmen to watch over me all the time” I ask with irritation slowly seeping into my veins. “It's not about why you cannot have one, Ivy.” He becomes serious as his eyes penetrate mine with ferocious intensity. “It's a
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, knitting my brows together, and I pass the torn photograph to him. I feel like I've made an impulsive move where I should be spanked across my ass and sent to my room. “I'm sorry,” I say as he snatches the two halves from my grasp. “An impromptu moment of insanity.” I exhale loudly and internally facepalm myself as I try to defend my actions. He doesn't utter a word as he holds the torn picture up, piecing them together, and he starts cursing under his breath. “Fucking scumbag! The bastardo is lucky he is already dead, or I would fucking strangle him with my bare hands!” He announces with anger and hostility bathing him. I'm just gonna take a wild guess and assume he now knows my captor was telling me the truth and not only is his brother a lying sack of shit, but Savannah is, indeed, his. The real question is: Why would Rose lie? Why would she allow Roman to manipulate her in such a way? I have so many questions and there is no one I can
“I am a breath away from ripping your arm off, Mrs DeLuca.” Alessandro snarls in a murderous tone. I cup my stinging cheek, glaring at Mrs DeLuca with shock written all over my face, mirroring her eyes.“What the cazzo is going on?” Alessandro asks harshly, dropping her hand as he comes and stands in front of me.Mrs DeLuca gulps, her eyes darting between Alessandro and me as she remains standing in front of us in silence. “She… I… We…" “I bumped into her as I was exiting the office, and she nutted off at me.” I simply state the truth as I remove my hand from my face. “And why did you slap Miss Bishop across the face?” He growls. “She was rude, and she was telling me about-”“I accused her of eavesdropping.” I cut her off mid-sentence. Sidling up to his side, he ensnares her upper arm with a firm grip, causing her to gaze up at him with eyes brimming with sheer terror. She knows damn well what she did, and she isn't going to be able to spin her lies this time.We got eyes on he
ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO.I lean back in my office chair, trying to piece the puzzle I had absolutely no idea I was attempting to solve. Maverick, Roman and Gio. I knew there was something odd about Gio. When he first came to me, asking me to join the famiglia, I was hesitant at first because he wasn’t able to give me a back story of his famiglia.He spoke little Italian, and he told me it was because he was adopted.After learning that he formerly worked for a large security corporation that offered highly trained bodyguards for mega stars staying in the country for work.I turned to Riccardo for a second opinion, and he advised me that it wouldn’t hurt to have someone with his credentials join our famiglia.Maybe I should have overlooked Gios’ sob story and done a deep dive into his background – into his famiglia lineage.I toss the feathered ink pen across the room and tear the fucking photograph into tiny pieces. That's going to be an image that will mentally stick to me l
The double doors to my father's room burst open, and I jump to my feet to see who the hell has disturbed our peace, ready to bite their head off. I cautiously advance three steps, my heart pounding in my chest, only to retreat five steps in sheer terror as Alessandro, bursts into the room with his entourage of four loyal henchmen hot on his heels.He's got a fire in his eyes, a burning rage that could melt steel. And for once, I feel the weight of his gaze bearing down on me, like a vice tightening around my soul. He steps forward, his presence looming over me, his jaw clenching with a ticking time bomb of fury.Our eyes meet, and he ensnares my wrists with a swift, calculated move, firmly clasping them between our bodies. He doesn't utter a single word, nothing—zilch. He fixes his steely gaze upon me, and a shiver runs down my spine. In that instant, I feel the weight of every ill-fated choice I've ever made, each one leading us inevitably to this crossroad.As his vice-like gr
I open my mouth to scream, only to find myself being dragged to the ground. My shoulder hits the cold hospital floor with a thud and my head bounces off a large warm hand.Alessandros’ hand. He's thrown his body in front of me, protecting me from the hail of bullets ripping through the room. Tiny shattered glass fragments rained down from above, dancing through the air like deadly confetti.Gasping for air, “my father!” I struggle under his weight, trying to push him off me, but he is too heavy and doesn't budge. “He's okay, Renzo is shielding him,” he hisses in a hushed tone, his cheek pressed against mine. He slightly rolls onto his side, examining me with his eyes, and his hand cups the side of my jaw. “Are you okay, Farfalla?” He asks through ragged breaths. I nod my head with glassy eyes as I stare into his blue irises. “Are you?” I try to suppress the sob that's slowly erupting from the pit of my stomach, making me feel sick. He lets out a low grunt as he peers down at
“I honestly don't know. But they're becoming very impatient, and they said that if you don’t hurry, they will start shooting again.” She turns to her side, using her body to open the door wider.Wiping the corners of my mouth, I straighten my back, clearing my throat as I take a glimpse at myself in the mirror.'You’ve got this.' I say to myself, finding the last ounce of courage I have within. “Let's go.” My voice quivers. We exit the restroom, and the chaos through the corridors is still alive and thriving. As we approach the nurse's station, which is surrounded by agents wearing masks of frustration. Every nerve in my body is screaming at me to turn away and run. “Miss Bishop?” A man asks me with the phone in his hand.I gulp as I nod my head. “Yes,” I croak out. Multiple sets of eyes are watching me, and I suddenly feel very self-cautious. He passes me the cordless phone, “they're requesting to speak with you.” He steps away when I take the phone from his grasp. “Don't say
I Push through the double swinging doors that direct me into the room where my father and Alessandro are currently resting. Looking toward the far corner, I see my father’s bed has been pushed against the wall. Two nurses are fussing over him, one is sorting out the cords to his machines and the other is... Hmm...Actually, I haven't got the slightest clue what she is up to. Instead of fussing over my father, she is standing there taking sneaky glimpses at Alessandro as she twirls her boxed dyed hair around her finger. I narrow my eyes and storm towards her, devouring the distance between us in a heartbeat.“I’m interested to know if you are here for my father, or here to eye fuck the big hunk of spunk across the room?” My voice was harsher than I had intended it to be. Her mouth forms an 'O'-like shape as her cheeks turn rosy red and her eyes drop to the ground. “I'm sorry, I didn't know he was spoken for.”"Does it matter? You are here to take care of your patients, not eye fu
I set the bouquet that little Savannah had gathered from the villa’s lovely rose garden on Roses' grave. I take a step back to where Savannah stands. In her small, delicate hands, she holds the photo frame that contains a picture of her and Rose on their trip to the beach one sunny day. I peer down at her, a sad pout upon her bottom lip, and the tears in her eyes gnaw at the branches of my heart.She is so young and innocent, and she's lost both of her parents. I can't even comprehend what turmoil invades her little body. If anything happens to me or Alessandro, she will be left all alone. Tears pool in my eyes when I imagine her going through life alone, and I nibble on my bottom lip, deep in thought. I wish to give her a sibling. Whether it be blood or through an adoption agency. Conceiving a child is one of my biggest fears after losing our precious child beforehand. But with my tubes being cleaned and two doctors on call at my every whim. The fear that harbours my body isn't
FIVE DAYs LATER.It's been five pleasurable days since I spontaneously married the man whom I love like there is no tomorrow. We finally left the room and joined the rest of civilisation yesterday afternoon. We also took Savannah out to the beach for dinner and an early evening swim in the water. We ate, laughed, sang silly childhood songs from the past and swam. It was a perfect evening to end a perfect wedding and the start of a wonderful life together — as a family. Alessandro hasn't been able to keep his hands off my body either and this morning, I slipped out of the room bright and early to evade his wandering hands. Torturous mouth. And well… I'm sure you get the picture.My body aches in places I never knew it could. My womanly parts have never felt so raw and beautifully used at the same time. But today I'd actually like to sit down without gnawing on the inside of my cheek to mask the hissing wince that escapes my lips. As I descend the stairs, with Viktor not too far
Alessandro lets out a little growl. “You'll be the death of me, woman.” He takes my hand and starts leading us off the dance floor, making a small pit stop when we reach Riccardo and Selena.Riccardo clears his throat, steps away from Selena like her touch suddenly burnt, and he straightens his posture, running a hand through his hair. Selenas’ eyes widen as they dart between Alessandro and Riccardo, placing her hands behind her back. “I think you'll both make one hell of a power couple, and I give you my blessing,” Alessandro says with amusement flickering in his eyes as he thrusts his hand out.Selenas’ head snaps up with a big smile spreading across her face and her mouth agape. Riccardo looks at Alessandro with shock-engulfed irises, and he clears his throat as he takes Alessandros’ hand in his and starts shaking it. “You knew?” “Of course I did,” Alessandro chuckles as he releases Riccardos’ hand and pulls me into his side. “There's not much that goes on in the villa that I
I don't know how many times I have told myself that marrying Alessandro today is crazy.Impulsive.But when I think back to the photos of the stunning Brazilian dancer all over him. Jealousy invades my body like a plague. It's cruel, tormenting, and body crippling. It's a feeling that I wouldn't want to wish upon my greatest enemy.The truth is, I love Alessandro. I want to be his wife. His lifetime companion and I know he feels the same about me. He refers to me as his Farfalla. My glorious, powerful prince charming, who is hell-bent on haunting my nightmares back even though he has demons of his own, lurking in the shadows that I vow to slay on his behalf.Together, we can be unstoppable. We can conquer the impossible and build an indestructible empire.Together as one.We have old wounds that have been opened and exposed, forcing me to face my insecurities as they lured cruel enemies back into our lives from the shadows of hell.We slipped through each other's fingers multipl
MINUTES EARLIER.Walking out of the bathroom, a knock sounds at my bedroom door. “Come in,” I call out, jumping back under the sheets in the bed I share with Alessandro.The door slowly pries open. I glance up and watch as Nic and Selena walk into the room, looking like utter shit. They look how I feel. Pointing to the bottle of painkillers on the bedside table, “help yourself, there's no ice water, so you'll have to go downstairs for that,” I say as I try to stifle a yawn behind my hands.“Babe,” Nic says in her 'I have something to tell you, and you're not going to like it' voice.Shit…The blood drains from my face. “What's wrong?” I ask as I sit upright, pulling the sheet with me.Selena sits down on the bed, followed by Nic, and she opens the laptop she had walked in with and turns it around to face me. “There are some pictures…” Selena says as she glances at Nic.“Of what?” I ask before looking at the screen.If it's about the shitfest that happened last night. I might jus
“Come on, hon,” I say to Nic as I loop our arms together and follow Riccardo out of the club.Nic stumbles across the dance floor muttering, “I seriously like Reece, I mean, I think he's a top-notch bloke, but…” She sighs, leaving her sentence unfinished and I let her be.I just want to get out of here and go home to my big, comfortable bed. As we exit the club, we take a right, following Riccardo and I watch as he catches up with Selena, wrapping his long fingers around her upper arm; she instantly halts her movements, spinning around to face him. “What do you want from me, Cardo?” She cries out as she shrugs him.“What the cazzo’s gotten into you?” He growls incredulously.“Gotten into me?” She snorts as she violently wipes the tears sliding down her cheeks. “Si, you.” He hisses. She laughs bitterly at him as her eyes search his face. “You're unbelievable.” She spits as she walks away from him once again.Nic and I try to keep our distance to give them their privacy, as we lurk
THE FOLLOWING WEEK.As I walk into Alessandros’ office, knowing that his meeting is drawing to an end; I hear his velvet voice fill the vicinity.“Is there still no word from Ryan?” He asks his henchmen with frustration.I trip over my feet, thanking the God's no one saw me, as everyone is distracted with the folios they have in their grasps.“I'll take that as a firm no,” Alessandro mutters under his breath as he types away on his keyboard.Guilt nibbles away at my heart.I desperately want to tell him where Ryan is to prevent him from stressing out any further. Then I consider the consequences of telling him that I sent one of his finest men on a mission without his knowledge.It's undoubtedly safer if I don't tell him. I scan the third row of books at the bottom of the bookcase and halt when my finger lands on Roses' favourite novel. I remove it from the shelf and open it, turning the pages as dust escapes from the spine.Just as I'm about to close it, a scrap of paper falls out
I turn my attention to the large clock on the wall. “Shit!” I mutter, walking out of the kitchen with my stomach twisting in knots. “Viktor?” I call out as I see him talking to one of the other henchmen. He expresses his farewells and jogs towards me. “You called, Miss Bishop?” He responds with a broad grin. “I did.” I chuckle. Viktor is always smiling, and I've noticed whenever he smiles, I smile too, as his is infectious. “I need to go into town. I have a lunch date with the girls and if I don't leave now, I'm going to be super late.” I exhale loudly, wanting nothing more than to curl up in bed and sleep the rest of the week away. “Very well, I'll bring the car around and inform Ryan?” He curtly bows his head and walks away before I can respond. I make my way out of the villa after retrieving my handbag and to where the car awaits, with Ryan behind the wheel and Viktor holding the passenger door wide open. As I slide into the car, I raise my brows at him. “Don't.” He mu
I run my hands through my hair as I exhale. I have no idea what is going on and am completely bewildered. Riccardo tells me this is Alessandros’ method of submitting to me as he drapes an extremely thick coat with weights over Alessandros’ shoulders. His face distorts in anguish as he attempts to maintain his calm and stance. “Tell him what's bothering you and what you expect from him.” Riccardo shares with me. I nod my head, looking around the yard, and I become well aware that we have an audience on our hands. Part of me wants to tell them all to piss right off, but then the other part of me wants them to stay. So they can hear what I've said straight from my mouth, rather than the gossip that spreads through the thin walls like wildfire. I return my attention to Alessandro. His head is bowed as he continues to kneel before me. Swallowing my pride, I lower myself onto my knees. “You hurt me,” I declare in an even tone. “I know you have been driven by wrath to find Mrs D