"You look like shit," Elena says dropping beside me. It's been a while since we hang out. Two weeks have passed since I joined killer angels and I haven't had a moment's peace. G is such a bitch. I've been sleeping with one eye open because I don't know what she'll drop on my head next. I can't eat outside in case they drug me again because I overheard a conversation that messed with my head. This girl was telling her friend how she was eating in a restaurant one time and she passed out. Next thing she knew, she'd woken up in Ibiza with no idea how she got there. All she had was the money in her wallet which was only a few dollars. No passport or phone in sight. Who the fuck does that? Apparently, the point was for her to improvise and make her way home. What the fuck kind of training is that? I didn't get to hear the rest because they caught me eavesdropping and left. Since then I've been a mess. Despite having eight bodyguards following me around, I'm still paranoid. There is no
Her arms tighten around me and she takes a step closer. As if she's afraid. Which is not right. Why would she be afraid when I'm right here? I would never let anyone hurt her. Myself included. There are murmurs, people wondering what is going on but in the next moment, the stage lights up. Elena steps onto the makeshift podium grinning. Emiliana sighs, her body relaxing against mine. "Sorry, couldn't let anyone steal my spotlight," Elena says making a few people chuckle. And that is quite the crowd she has gathered here. Even businessmen and socialites who have nothing to do with our world attended her party "It's my birthday. I turn twenty and I will be accepting applications for husbands. There's only one requirement" "I'm going to kill her," Emiliana says seeming to know what she's about to say. I kiss her hair, pulling her closer. "If you do not look like Dante Vernetti, walk like Dante Vernetti or have Dante Vernetti's bank account, don't bother applying" a spotlight shines o
She moans into my mouth, her hands smoothing up my chest and locking behind my neck as her body molds to mine. I suck on her soft lips, kissing her slowly but thoroughly. I can't rush this. For the first time in my life, I want to feel everything. I want her happy and sated. I want her to remember this night forever. Her tongue dances along my lips, licking the seam and I open my mouth, letting her take control. She slides her tongue along mine, daring me, pushing me until I give in and start battling with her. Our noses bump, teeth clashing as the kiss turns demanding. Hard. My hand slides up her back, wrapping the low ponytail around my fist and tugging her head back. Emiliana moans again, running her nails over my scalp. I get the feeling she's rushing me to get this over with and I understand her anxiety but I won't rush. She comes up for air, baring her long, slender neck. I trail my lips down her chin, licking and sucking her pulse point until she starts rubbing herself against
Oh my God. It hurts like hell. I knew it would hurt but not this much. Is he enjoying this? How can he like it while I hate it so much? I'm ready for him to stop but I'm scared that if he moves, he'll make it worse. His finger brushes my temple and I realize I'm crying. Shit. I close my eyes. Maybe this is the reason guys aren't into virgins. A few minutes ago I wanted this so badly but now I wonder if it'll always be like this. I've heard sex hurts for some people. Maybe I'm one of those. My lip trembles as I open my mouth and try to tell Dante to stop. I don't think I can do this, at least not today. "Open your eyes, baby," he says, beating me to it. Slowly, I crack my eyes open. His forehead is creased and sweat covers his hairline. It's clear he's struggling but he doesn't rush me "Do you want to stop?" He asks looking pained. "No" I reply even though I want to say yes. He's been with other women who've satisfied him and I want to be like them. I want him to come back for more.
My heart jumps into my throat as I run forward to catch her but I was too far away. By the time I get to her, she's at the bottom of the stairs face down. I kneel beside her not sure what to do. "Shit baby, are you okay?" "No" I'm afraid to touch her. What if she broke something and moving her makes it worse? "Where does it hurt?" I ask trying to see if she's bleeding. No blood. At least not in my line of sight. "This is so embarrassing. I want to die" she cries hiding her face behind her hair. Taking her arms, I pull her up. She's fine. "You should be lucky you didn't break your bones. What were you thinking?" "Stop yelling at me in front of other people" "Are you sure you're okay? Try to move your hands and feet" she sidesteps me and walks to the kitchen straightening her robe. "Good morning, Sal" "Morning Em. Are you sure you're okay?" "Aside from being embarrassed? I'm fine" she says pouring herself a cup of coffee and taking a sip. I rub a hand down my face, will
"Dante..." He looks up at me with an evil smirk then flattens his tongue on my pussy. I slap my hands on the bathroom wall behind me to keep my body up. My skin is sensitive, bordering on pain but it also feels so good. He swirls his wet tongue around my opening making me wince and groan at the same time. I don't think it's supposed to feel this good. I was only teasing him about the sex toys. He was in his head, reliving his horrific past and I wanted to pull him out of it. But instead, I got him riled up. He carried me to the bathroom, pulled my robe off, and got on his knees. There's a part of me that loves it when he is down there and not just because of what he's doing. It feels like I'm being worshipped. He sucks on my clit as his finger enters me. I want to pull away but I can feel my orgasm building up. Dante adds another finger, stretching me. My hips move back in an attempt to get away from him. This is too much. "Do you want me to stop, innocente?" He asks curling his fi
We stare at the body that was just found behind the club. Whoever killed her either stashed the body here to be disposed of later or they just didn't care. I wonder who would have the guts to kill one of my girls. The Cloud is mine. I built it from the ground up and handpicked the best girls and staff. It's the reason people like it. We cater to the rich and famous. Albeit they can be a handful but my men make sure they don't go too far. The girls work of their own free and I pay them good money to entertain the guests. They don't get involved with clients on the premises but what they do outside is none of my business. However, Crystal looks like she was assaulted, sexually and physically before she was killed. It's the first time this has ever happened and I have every intention of making it the last. "Any clue as to who she left with?" "Massimo is looking through feed," Sal says "Luckily it wasn't a civilian who found out or the cops would be a headache" Right. Especially if t
I sit in the car contemplating whether I should go in or not. I'm still shaken and not from the attack. I mean, it'll be a while before I step foot in The Cloud again and I'll always be weary of men I don't know but that's not the reason my body is still trembling. I just can't believe one person can be capable of such violence. I've never seen anything like it. The way Dante just switched off and straight up turned into another person was the most bizarre thing I've ever seen. The man I left back there is not the same person I was with this morning. Or yesterday. His eyes were dark and empty. Zero emotion. I don't even think he realized what he was doing. For a moment, I even felt bad for the guy. It would have been better if he'd been run over by a truck. At least his body and his face would still be intact. Swallowing down the bile in my throat, I open the door and step out. Rico is there in a flash to help me. "I can take you back to the penthouse" he off
"I'm the fucking boss. My word is the law now. If I decide to cancel these Sunday dinners, who has the guts to stop me?" Eugenio and Sergio glance at each other and then burst out laughing. Fuckers. They work for me now and I sign their checks but they have the nerve to laugh in my face. We'll see how much longer they'll continue doing that. Especially after I deduct their payment for being insolent little shits "While you're busy laughing, just remember that I'm the one in charge of your bank accounts" "No offense, boss but this isn't something you can decide on your own" "Why the fuck not? I hate attending these things" they're just an excuse for the elders to rip into me. They'll find the smallest faults and pretend that if they were in my position, they could have done better. Truth is, they don't know shit. They don't know what it's like to make a decision that could impact thousands of lives. When papa was still alive, I used to admire how he ran everything. He made it seem s
"WHERE IS HE? Dante, you fucking bastard. Show your face" "She looks mad. What did you do?" Sal asks watching the feed from over my shoulder. "Fuck if I know" Javier sent me a message telling me she'd left the house looking like a mad woman. I had every intention of cutting off his fingers later when I arrived home but now that I'm looking at Emiliana, I have no choice but to agree with him. She definitely looks like a mad woman. Her hair is sticking out in different directions and... She's still in her pajamas. Did she come to The Cloud in her sleepwear? Fuck. I look at Sal to see if he feels the sense of foreboding slowly filling the room. I swear it's almost tangible. What the fuck did I do? I'm sure I put down the toilet seat and I made her breakfast before I left. Did she not like it? "She's coming up. I'm going to leave you guys alone so you can talk it out" he says heading to the door with a smirk "Emiliana, looking lovely as..." "Go back inside" the steely command has Sa
All eyes turn on me as I enter the abandoned warehouse. It reminds me of the one I went to on the day before I got married. Dirty floor, broken windows, and a thick musty smell. I count seven guys in total sitting or leaning around a rectangular table. Not many. I can handle them. A gun is faster than... Wait, where's my gun? I carried it, didn't I? Fuck, fuck, Dante's going to kill me for coming here without a weapon. That is if these guys don't do it first. Shit, what was I thinking? How could I... My internal dialogue is cut short as I trip over my feet and I'm launched forward, my arms flailing in all directions trying to find something to hold on to. Of course, there's nothing. I'm in an open space and I go down, face-planting the floor in front of men I'm supposed to threaten. Way to go, EmilianaAnd ew. Did my mouth connect with the floor? Huffing in annoyance, I get up, brushing the dirt off my hands, face, and jeans. All this while no one says a thing. I expected them to lau
"What if she changes her mind and doesn't come?" Before I can reply, Soraya reaches out and smacks Sal then goes back to fussing with my suit "Don't jinx my daughter-in-law. She's very excited to get married" "But they're already married" "Find him a wife. Someone who will help him settle down" By that, she means someone who will keep him in line. I know that because I can see the twinkle in her eyes. Like Emiliana, she's easy to read. All I have to do is take one look at her and I'll know what she's thinking. I'm not nervous. Actually, I'm confident that Emiliana wouldn't even think of not showing up. She's looking forward to our two-month-long honeymoon. Spending that time with just her sounds like a dream. I'm probably more excited than her. I take Soraya's hands to stop her from fidgeting "It's fine. Everything will be fine" "I... I'll go see if..." A split second. That's all I have. From the corner of my eye, I see movement, someone raising a hand. I manage to push Sora
"Tell me who this Lia is and I'll let you walk me down the aisle" Angelo scoffs "What other option do you have?" "Mama can do it. Or the twins" "Your husband will murder them before they even touch you" he's right. Dante will kill them and I'm trying to have a wedding without dead bodies anywhere near the church. So it's either him or Mama. I love her, I do but I'd rather Angelo do it. "Do I know her? What's with all this secrecy" "It's not a secret. Mama and papa wanted more children. After you, they tried to have more but it just wasn't working out. She came to live with us way before the twins arrived. I can't believe you don't remember her" "So I've met her?" "She was obsessed with you and called you pretty girl. I hated how she ignored me and treated me as if I was invisible so I followed her everywhere. Since she was older, she took over the big sister role and kept us in line. Especially after the twins arrived. But you were too young to remember. She lived with us
"Can you tell me what happened during the time you were locked up? Rico and Valerio have hinted at some things but they wouldn't explain anything" I won't either. She's too pure to be tainted by that shit. Some of it is buried in the deepest, darkest part of my mind. Never to see the light of day again. No one will ever find out. But I know what it means to tell her these things. It's a sign of trust. She needs to know that I love and trust her enough to open up. So I tell her bits and pieces. Things that might be dark to her but are only the tip of the iceberg for me. "I mostly remember living in the dark. He blocked all the windows and would only turn the lights on when he came down. He'd torture and kill someone in front of me then leave them there for days. The first time was the hardest. I was so scared and freaked out about staying in the same room with a dead body. The darkness made it creepier. I'd imagine the guy getting up and trying to kill me for not helping him. It was
He walks towards me, undoing the cufflinks on his wrists. Letting them drop to the floor with a thin clanging sound, he shrugs off his coat and untucks his shirt. His fingers move with precise movements as he starts unbuttoning it. My heart beats faster as I stand beside the elevator, frozen, the anticipation of what is going to happen next rooting me in place. Didn't he just kick me out a few minutes ago? He said he was fine without me and that hurt. Because I'll never be fine without him. We both made mistakes. He shouldn't have let himself be photographed with her and I should have told him where I was. I shouldn't have let Mama hide me from him. When we left through a secret airstrip, I knew what she was doing and I let her do it because I knew she was hurting. If keeping me from Dante alleviated her pain, it was a small sacrifice to pay. He knew that, and understood I needed to do it but still had the nerve to be angry. If the tables were turned and I was the one seen around wit
She looks stunned but I don't know whether it's from finding out Luisa is my therapist or that I was so fucked up I needed one. It hadn't been easy accepting her help. I was against the idea because of some misconceptions I had about masculinity. That sitting down and telling someone how I was struggling made me look weak. While I don't care about what people think of me, I was raised to be a leader and leaders handled their own shit. They didn't find some quack, especially a woman, and expect them to help them sort through their feelings. The idea of even bumping into one on the street was repulsive. But Luisa was sneaky. She didn't approach me as a doctor but as the daughter of Dr. Mendes. I was surprised he had a family and I thought maybe he was training her to take over from him. I let my guard down, talked to her, and all too soon, I'd told her things I'd never told anyone. She asked me to take her to dinner and consider it her payment. That way, things wouldn't be too formal b
Soraya is Dante's mother. I'm still processing that. This explains why Gisella never cared about him. I thought it was odd how she never made an effort to support him and the reason was that she wasn't his mother. I talked to Soraya some more and she explained that she hadn't known Romeo had him or else she would have done everything in her power to save him. It's her greatest regret. I asked her about the woman Dante is dating and her reply was, "I can't tell you about their relationship. It's not my place to do that. But I can assure you, they're not together that way. My son adores you. He would never look at another woman" Contradicting much? He would never look at another woman but he would let himself be seen and photographed with her. Why do that if she didn't mean anything to him? I've tried to figure out what their supposed relationship is but for the life of me, I can't. Why wouldn't Soraya just tell me the truth once and for all? I asked Elena what she thought. Her reply