AthenaI stepped out of the elevator; my lips drew in a pout. Luciano was gone- again. In the past four days, we never went home together. There was always something or someone -like Luca and Giorgia- demanding his attention elsewhere. That sucked big time. And I wouldn't say I liked it. Because they are committing a crime, right? A voice in my head probed. Sure. If that was the explanation we were going with. I was sad he was leaving me alone to commit whatever shitty crimes he wanted to. I was even more sad because I couldn't do shit. Luciano had lured me in with honey and then tied my hands and feet. As I walked out of Moretti Industries, I could see the man he had placed on my tail in my hindsight. I'd say he chose a perfect man for a spy. The man was short, diminutive, and dressed in a plain shirt tucked in black office pants. He looked unnoticeable, like any other employee, and perhaps no one would suspect him. Well, I wasn't anyone. A spy keeps his gaze focused on his targ
Luciano This meeting was going to take a while, I thought as I slipped out of the car, staring up at the hotel we were to use. It was one of the many hotels under the Moretti industries but of course, no one knew that. I had built the hotel under another company's name to avoid giving the police exactly what they wanted. Something to throw me in their filthy prisons for. I wasn't going to deal with any of that shit. Not for now anyways. I was walking down the patio, climbing the stairs when the sky rumbled above me. It looked like it would rain. Fucking lovely. As long as it would stop when we were done with the meeting, I was good. "Boss!" Emilio yelled when I stepped into the reception. He was there with two more men all dressed in suits. I tipped my head in a nod, satisfied. I didn't believe it. Yes, it did get the job done and was needed sometimes but it certainly wasn't the best skill to rely on for a successful organization. When I took over the mafia, everyone was shock
Athena I stared at Luciano with a frown scrawled all over my face. What the hell was he going on about? He stormed towards me, his face popping with anger. Was he going to hit me? Ha! No way in hell! He halted before me, breathing heavily as he glared down at me. What on earth was going on with him? "What the hell were you doing with that son of a bitch?!" He spat in a deep low voice. "You're going to have to be more specific, who you're fucking referring to!" I yelled in return. As far as I was concerned, there was just one SOB and he was standing before me! "Don't play games with me, Cara!" He bellowed. "He has no right to touch you!" Luciano growled, his voice dripping with anger. "You belong to me, and only me." I almost laughed at how delusional he sounded. "Are you drunk? Because you seriously are tripping right now." I stood my ground, as I retorted, "I do not belong to you. I am my own fucking person! And who the hell are you talking about?!" Luciano's eyes narrowed
Athena I glanced outside my window at the night sky, my arms folded as I remained seated on my bed. I had been in that position for a few hours. Ever since Luciano's display of rage and shit. Emotions rolled within me like a damned sandwich and it was hard to fathom what exactly I was feeling? Was I angry? Frustrated? Mad or anxious? Suffice to say I was feeling a bit of everything. How could he? How could he do that? I always knew he was ruthless but seeing him act that way, so close up…My eyes closed at the thought and I shuddered. For a brief moment I tried to imagine his fists on me instead of Marcus, but I really couldn't picture it. Sure I was terrified of Luciano's rage, but not because I feared he could take it out on me one day. I was afraid he would get mega possessive and I definitely hadn't seen it coming. A knock, so soft I almost didn't hear it, resounded my door. I glared at it, willing the man behind it to combust into flames. "Raven?" he called, sounding
I exhaled heavily, feeling the sweat trickling down the sides of my face and dampening the underarms of my sleeveless T-shirt. My muscles ached, protesting from the back-and-forth run around Luciano's house, and I came to an abrupt stop in front of a neatly trimmed hedge. From a distance, I observed a father holding his little daughter's hand, their destination unknown. The ends of the girl's pink ballerina dress twirled around her tiny legs. Suddenly, she paused, tilting her right foot to the side. The father crouched down to address the issue, fixing her loosened shoelace. The scene stirred memories of my own childhood when my father used to drop me off and pick me up from school.He would linger a while longer after I got out of the car, watching as I bounced down to the school gate before driving away. Just as I disappeared into the thin line of the crowd, he would wave, his eyes crinkling at the corners. I wrestled with my emotions, finally tearing my gaze away from the little gi
Luciano's POVI rummaged through the papers on my desk, feeling overwhelmed by the whirlwind of events unfolding around me. It was all happening so fast, like a speeding train, and I barely had a moment to collect my thoughts. Pushing the papers away, not caring that some flew off the desk while others clung to its cluttered edges, I let out a frustrated sigh and rose abruptly from my chair. Every murder weighed heavily on me, and the number kept increasing. I still had no clue about the killer's identity or whereabouts.It gnawed at me, fueling a burning desire to slam my fist against the wall. I had exhausted every avenue to gather information, but the killer remained cunningly hidden in the shadows. Oh, when I found him, I vowed to strangle him with my bare hands. Lost in my thoughts, I was interrupted by a faint knock, and I glanced up as the oak door begrudgingly opened with a creak.My secretary peeked her shockingly pink head through the narrow gap, uncertain whether to enter o
AthenaAs I stepped out of the car, the first thing I thought was why on earth people wasted so much on parties like this. It wasn't like they needed to do charity. If it was a charity ball then it was too damn extravagant. Why the fuck was there a car filled with roses by the entrance, that just defeated the whole purpose of a fucking charity ball. My gaze shifted to Luciano as he stepped out of the car and walked towards me. He looked good. Very good. His hair was swiped back, classic Italian style with gel. I guess as an afterthought and probably due to my yammering, he left a free strand that brushed over his dark eyes rather sexily. It made my hand itch to brush it over. The dress I wore was a floor-length, midnight blue dress that clung to my curves before falling freely from my hips downward. A silver lace lined the dress in a crystal kind of pattern and there was my favorite part of the dress. A slit on the thigh that revealed my legs with every step I took. I looked sexy.
I came out of the room and saw my two men lying on the floor, unconscious. I saw Raven standing over them, her fists clenched, her eyes teary, and she looked really frightened. "What happened?" I asked. "I don't know," she said. "What are you doing here? What do you mean you don't know?" I pressed, stepping over the bodies, and walking towards her. "A man had been trying harassing me, trying to get me to give him my number. I came up here to escape but he followed me. When they saw him they asked him to leave, and he attacked them." She sniffled a bit, continuing, "He had tried to grab me before you came out." She started sobbing, "I was so scared sir." "What did he look like?" She ran her hand over her hair. "kinda tall, bald, and he reeked of beer." That's half the men here, I thought. Her description wasn't very helpful, but whoever it was had taken out two of my best men alone. I looked at the men and then back at Raven. I could tell that she was shaken, but she was als