That week, it was hard to spot Nikolai, and when he was in the manor, he was in the study sorting through papers and hiding guns, according to what Amara had said.Amara had told me that this week would be pretty busy since the older Don had left a lot of pending tasks for them.She had said it while daydreaming, smiling fondly and mysteriously when she called her husband's name. It was evident that they had made up; she wasn't trying to hide it.Once he was back, those two were all over each other like animals.As for Nikolai, during his few hours, he spent time in the children's room, keeping Mia company or playing baseball with Matteo without any of his men in sight.So far, he was doing a good job hiding all of this from the children, bringing boxes into the manor in the middle of the night.Looking out the window, I saw his men drag a bound man out of the trunk.As I watched, Nikolai, standing in front of the man, suddenly pulled out a gun from his side and pointed it at his head
"Daddy, could you stay home today?" Mia had asked him during breakfast, and sending a nervous glance towards me, he stayed quiet, thinking it through, munching slowly on a toast to give himself time.Helping him out, I chastised, "Mia, your dad can't be home today.""But why?" The question was directed to him.But I answered, "Because he has a lot of things to do, adults get busy, and they can't stay around whenever they feel like Mia,"Matteo, next to me, paused on his cereal, his attention fondly on his sister, "Don't worry, Mia, I'll stay with you when you are not asleep."Nikolai looked up at the clock, then to Mia; he announced, "I'll be home, Mia," he smiled when her face lit up like the stars on a Malibu night, "Get your swim trunks; we'll be spending it outside."They hadn't bothered to finish breakfast as they roared to their room.Now I sat at the pool's edge, my legs in the water, watching Nikolai support Mia's back with his hands while she splattered on the water to swim.
Halting on his stand wasn't enough; suddenly, all of his attention was on the man on his feet to receive him, and when he saw the grin appearing on Fabio's' face, he knew something was about to go wrong. His first thought had been to let Damon take over from there, but then curiosity was about to swallow him whole.Damon noticed it first and slowed drawing backward; he stood in front of Nico, his head lowered he breathed, "You're being creepy here just watching the dude like you know him."Nico leaned further, peering into Damon's pupils, "That's because I know him" Seeing Damon's bewildered face, he stood up straight and walked past him; standing opposite Fabio, he stretched out his hand, "Fabio Conti, we finally meet" to his surprise the grin came naturally.Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't go so badly; the men behind Fabio, with their shades on, looked like hitmen; guess he needed the protection if he was going underground.Nico wasn't the only one with a dirty little secret.Fa
Elena's POV.Under the cascading waters of the shower, loving the feel of the heated liquid pounding against my body, I shut my eyes at the sensation, but inwardly, my thoughts were racing.He had left that afternoon after Damon summoned him. Before I had gotten into the bathroom, the clock screamed nine. Was he even coming home tonight?Another unfulfilled desire slipped through my fingers, dissipating into thin air. I wondered if I could grow accustomed to the emptiness, to no longer yearn for what seemed unattainable. Sleep had become elusive without his presence beside me, making it difficult to find solace in slumber."You're doing it again, Elena, you're doing it again," My emotions accused, but as usual, I shut it down.It had to do with my hatred for being called into account.I thought I heard the door of the room open and stopped, pushing my head out of the shower, at a doubt if it was real or just a figment of my imagination.The door clicked shut, had me reaching the showe
His mouth trailed, and the lower they went, the wider my pupils, and when he stopped at my already wet slit, I jerked so hard his palm pressed me down to keep me still."Oh God, Nico!" I whimpered, my fingers clutching hard on the sheets as my view went blurry, my chest heaving, and suddenly I felt hot, but it wasn't the room."Good" I felt his nose digging into my slit, inhaling my scent, "You got my name right this time. Now keep still."He pushed my knees up, spreading them to give himself access; I waited, ready to spasm when his fingers spread my pussy lips, and then he took a big swipe with his tongue.And my hips, in response, throbbed with the maddening pleasure."Oh my, oh my fuck!" I cried out.Kneeling before me, he sucked on my clit, and I, still trapped under his palm, with nowhere to go, found myself gripping his hair, grappling for sanity.I was gasping and arching my hips to meet with his mouth.Only my whimpers filled the room as he pushed me towards raving pleasure.
He dug his hands into his pocket to wad off the cold suddenly enveloping him, his hand tightening around the phone, ringing in his hand.Nico stared down; seeing his father's name on the screen, he sighed in frustration. Everything seemed to deviate him from the life he choseWasn't politics the only thing he had his mind on since childhood? And it had been going well, and then, within a few days, years of hard work went down the drain."Take the call, Nico." Clara was in front of him, pouring wine into a glass on the table; with her back turned to Nico, she spoke, "I doubt he knows yet."He felt like chuckling; if his father knew, that would mean good news to him, wasn't that what Derinem had always wanted?He raked his hair back, glaring at the far end of the wall, unable to feel his surrounding for minutes.He had checked out the transceiver and found out it had been cut off already. There was no way to find out who was at the other end, That he had no clue had to be the greatest pu
The last two days, he had been going in circles, staring at the telephone and cells, waiting for a ring from Noah telling him how everything was in Rome. The calls came in alright, but none from Noah.Those two days, he had gone sleepless and half drunk; because of his restlessness, he had ignored their bedroom so he didn't disturb her with his pacing.And where did that send him? Into the pool, dipping for hours, then staying in the showers for more hours, face raised, holding his breath as the water beat down on him.Nico had always thought himself a calm one, having control of every situation, but no one had to tell that this one had gone out of his hands.Noah wasn't calling anymore, and that silence he knew said so many things. Did the recording reach the Quirinal Palace? Damn, he was running out of his mind overthinking.Even now, to get his head levelled, he was in the pool, right in the middle of the night, swimming from wall to wall, only in a swim short.The light of their r
When I woke up the following morning and noticed he wasn't anywhere in sight, I wasn't surprised.I had heard when the door slowly shut closed in the middle of the night, my eyes wide open staring at the wall, somehow knowing he wouldn't return.Although Clara and Simone had been speaking in terms that sounded like parables last night, I knew the situation was quite difficult and that it had to do with the Quirinal Palace; I felt the pressure.So I never held it against him that he had left. Besides, the memories of the pool saga with him last night was enough to keep me going.Replaying his jokes in my head had me smiling out of the blue, or each time I remembered his touch on my body, I felt goosebumps running down my spine.So I climbed down the bed, going straight to the children's room, but my early birds were already with the nanny, only giving me a quick wave as they used their colouring books.I shrugged, shutting the door before moving downstairs towards the kitchen. With a
"Is that it?" Gianni frowned when I finished. "You've got to be kidding me." Midway, I had almost burst into tears, explaining in as much detail as I could that the men's beachwear collection, which would have been next week, had to be postponed because of the lack of models."You don't get it." I sniffled, dabbing my cheek. "It's bad for business. Bad publicity goes a long way, and the investors...""Hey," Maya says, wrapping her arms around my shoulder, shooting Gianna, still sitting, a glare. "There has to be something we can do about it." "You've got to be kidding me!" Gianna retorts again, "That's why you're crying?" "I'm so sorry," I sobbed. "I don't know why I'm so emotional; what's wrong with me?!" "Oh, I know." Clara mumbles."Gianna!" Maya's tone is laced with a warning tinge. "Be nice." But she was right. This was nothing to cry about; I was a grown woman. It was shameful that once they thought I was the epitome of strength, but now they knew I was just a crybaby."Do
The next few days we spent indoors; still, it was hard to see Nico. The air in Calabria was hearty, the laughter infectious. It wasn't hard to notice that Nico and Zayne still stayed away from each other. They had tried to hide it, but they didn't try hard enough to take off our suspicions.Milo, sometimes in the middle of a conversation with the whole family, set up opportunities for them to exchange a word two, but like two peas of the same pod, we found them, mouth full and chewing slowly until the attention was taken off their back."You want me to do it for you?" I asked Nico when we were alone in the room, watching his face as I applied my lipstick, "I could talk to Zayne, Nico. It doesn't have to..." I wasn't done when his arms curled around me, flattening his opened palm against my stomach, sending my heart racing, and then he kissed me, shutting me up briefly.When he broke it off, sending me breathless and wanting, he searched my eyes and murmured, "It's all right. It's my
Authors POVElena didn't look back as she walked away with the others, Milo staring at the top of her head with amusement as he pushed Gianna out of the sitting room.Nico didn't like that look in his eyes. It was the same look he held for Gianna, and now, whenever Milo was around, Zayne had to work for a bit of time with his wife.He pulled his eyes off the door they just walked out of, and when he turned to Zayne, who continued to give Matteo audience, his countenance a mixture of pride and sadness, Nico felt his stomach churn.He wasn't prepared for this, wasn't ready to be knocked down from the truth he believed in. He thought that Zayne would let the children die, all for petty malice, but all this while, it had been him who did nothing to help.Then why did he hide it? Why did he go through all that only to give all of the praise to Milo? Was that why Milo distanced himself for so long? Suddenly, he felt like he wasn't part of a family he had always known."How are your injuries
Author's POV.Matteo continued to chatter, "...He said you were coming for us, Dad, and you came." his innocent smile didn't match the struck expression on his father's face, which also mirrored mine."Can I say hello?" He askedSeeing Nico couldn't say a word, I took charge, "Of course, Matteo, go tell your uncle Hi.""My uncle?" His eyes widened, "Cool Ma," before he was running off towards his sister and Zayne, who, on seeing him, seemed unsure at first, but then slowly, he went on his knees and wrapped his arms around my son.That first hug held a lot of warmth for someone who had ensured he avoided Matteo initially."What's going on?" Maya asked Nico, "Why is everyone so quiet?"Nico, appearing utterly helpless, felt his tense muscles relax as he gazed ahead, overwhelmed by guilt and discomfort. Without even making eye contact with his mother, he softly responded, "Yeah, just surprised," his voice almost trailing off, "Mia doesn't talk to strangers."Although Maya wasn't entirel
He returned to tell the kids they could move before he was gone again.After a bit of fun with them, to which half my attention was not in, I left them an hour later, only to discover Nico was gone.Out of the Manor, no information, just like that, disappeared into thin air, making me wish I had stayed long enough at work, for in my head, I was running wild, helpless, and perspiring.The deja vu kept coming repeatedly; it hit me out of the blue. Standing there, watching her get into his car, his chin up, refusing to spare me a glance as she planted her thumb on his chin.My stomach churned as I let out a bitter laugh. Adding to the already complicated situation, I was pregnant. It felt like the only missing piece to complete that agonizing scene from years ago was walking into his office and discovering the papers on his desk.But I wasn't going to do that; I folded my fist against the window pane, and neither was I going to cry; that girl was gone, and in her place was a grown woman
"You're so choosey." Joey huffed, biting into a doughnut, the chocolate toppings sticking to the tip of his nose as he narrowed his eyes at Charlotte."Well, I'm sorry for wanting to make everything perfect instead of just picking out anything my lazy ass tells me to," Charlotte retorted, shuffling through the pictures on my desk, "And believe me when I say, I still haven't found that perfect model."Joey sipped noisily from his coffee cup, and when Charlotte narrowed her gaze at him, he rolled his eyes at her.Seeing this made me wonder how La Belle had endured two people who would fight about everything, including what toppings they wanted for their doughnuts.If I had come to La Belle with the hopes of finding everything for the launching of the men's beachwear project finished, then no surprise, it wasn't even half done.With all of the models unappealing to Char's taste, everything was left on standby.Remembering I left all of the work to them for weeks, the least I could do was
"Can't believe you're giving her thirty million, Elena," Noah huffed, "There are a million reasons she doesn't need it but wants to see your pride smolder."Complaining was never Noah's thing until I came to him that morning, cheque in hand, and explained everything that had happened while he was away.His reaction made me understand why Alexa demanded he didn't come alone.I did feel as if my pride was smoldered, but the feeling was nothing compared to how it would have been if she had eventually waltzed back into Nico's life.Nico had written the cheque immediately after he walked into the room, even before he strolled into the bathroom. When I entered the room, while the showers still gushed, it was sitting pretty at the edge of the bed.The first action I took when I picked it up was to inhale it, proving my desperation. The unbelief was gone. In its place was a dripping heart that he was bent on proving me wrong on all of my beliefs.He hadn't asked. Yet I had been digging up a l
Nico and Noah were unavailable for two days straight until, watching the news, I discovered the campaign for this year's election was about to commence.There he was, the smile on his face giving the aura that he had no problems, shaking hands with his shoulders straightened and chin held high.The control he exhibited standing right on that platform, the mic close to his face, talking to crowds was unnatural, and although I was just behind the TV, it was as if he was staring straight at me.I spent most of the time in the sitting room, losing my attention at the slightest distraction. 'That's a small sum for the two people that mean so much to me.'When I told Clara, she didn't look as affected as I was; instead, she frowned, "I'm surprised you don't have that amount on you right now."It dawned on her immediately, "Really, Elena?"At first, the decision to be financially independent had come from a place of keeping up my esteem; I mean, being paid to be a wife was low enough. Or t
"What did you just... What?!"The sterile white walls and the scent of antiseptic were starting to affect me, along with the news that Clara had just uttered in the most awkward imaginable.She knew this wasn't good news; she knew how much this would ruin my life. I didn't need something like this now! Not when I wasn't sure I could even hold myself up..."You're six weeks pregnant, Elena," she repeated, the papers in her hold; she seemed to be scared of my reaction had to explain why she was a safe distance away.I clutched at the buttons of my shirt, fighting to breathe, every damn passionate night returning to me.That was what the morning sickness was all about, the emotional roller coaster that had me weeping my eyes out with every bit of provocation.I thought it was stress, the children's abduction, and now the fear that Nico would leave me.And here I was, within the four corners of a hospital that I and Clara had driven to, with Noah waiting in the car.Nico had been called t