Is that something that can be determined just from looking at someone? Anyway, what are the chances of meeting a certain tall hunk in an island?
I sip my whiskey, standing behind the bar while the staff works. Every few seconds they throw me weird looks and I'm pretending not to see them because if I do, I'll go to my office where memories of her will assault me. She's everywhere and nowhere. I've spent two hours reliving the time we spent there. There isn't an inch in that office I haven't fucked her on. If I knew this is how it'll be, that I wouldn't be able to function without her, fuck, I'd still do it. Even if I lived my entire and traveled back to the past, I'd still walk into that church and kill Romeo so I can marry her. Somehow, his greed made it possible for me to be with her. If he hadn't asked for her hand in marriage, we'd probably end up as enemies after I killed her father. She would have never given me the time of day. But I'd still try to pursue her. In another universe, there's a version of me that doesn't know how Emiliana tastes. Or the sounds she makes when she comes. Or how it feels to hold her in my arms
It's our last day in Tonsai and we're lying on the beach trying to get some sun. I cannot wait to explore the rest of Phuket. I hope it's as beautiful as this island if not more. We even got Gema, Milan, and Lucia, the bodyguards, to relax. Yes, I know their names now. They're not in bikinis like us but they exchanged their suits for sundresses. It took a lot of convincing and some threats to get them to blend in with the rest of the tourists. Who wears a suit on an island? We were attracting some unnecessary attention. It was either they change or go back. I sigh, sinking further into the lounger. A few more minutes then I'll turn around and roast my back too. I don't want to look like I walked out halfway through my tanning appointment. Besides, the night owls will be up in a few hours. Gotta do it before this place fills up. "Lena" someone calls. I push my sunglasses up and groan at the owner of the voice. Rule number one, do not use hot guys to distract Elena. Especially not th
"We have to go" "Do we? I thought you'd want to spend another night flirting with Kiet. We don't have to hurry back" Elena furrows her eyebrows "What's gotten into you? I thought you wanted to explore other places" "I'm not in the mood anymore. Let's stay for another day or two. I like it here" and it'll give me enough time to figure out if Mali was lying to me or not. "You're hiding something. What is it?" "Elena, I'm doing this for you. I think you like your new friend and I'm deciding to stay so you can spend more time with him. What's wrong with that?" "Bullshit. You're not that considerate. Try again" I want to strangle her. Why won't she just believe me and be on her way? It's already two in the afternoon. We're scheduled to leave in two hours but I've been trying to convince Elena to stay. If it comes from her, our overprotective bodyguards won't suspect anything. Milan was very vocal about me falling for Mali's tricks. According to her, it is a setup so they can ex
I position myself and thrust inside her, biting my lip at the way it feels so good to be surrounded by her. Hot, wet, silky. It's everything. She's perfect, she's beautiful and she was made for me. I'll tell her that after I get my ability to speak back. For now, all I'm capable of is making sounds to convey how great it feels. Pulling out, I thrust back in, grinding my hips in a circle as I do it. She has gotten used to my size, wrapping around like second skin. If this isn't heaven, I don't know what is. Her fingers dig into my ass, the bittersweet feeling of nails breaking skin making me quicken the pace. Suddenly, she's above me. Smiling like a temptress. My hands frame her breasts as she rides me. Her back curving as she throws her head back. It feels like I fucking won the world. Then she's under me, on her stomach. Her ass greedy for my thrusts. I'm almost there. I want to finish in her pussy first before I take that ass. I've been waiting for this for a long time. Not being ab
"Andrei?" Elena leans in and asks "Do you know him?" "Uh..." How do I explain how I know him? "He's Dante's associate and a Russian" I whisper the last part. The fact that he just happened to be here, on this island, doesn't seem to be a coincidence. It's even weirder that he was passing by the same place we are being ambushed. Has he been following us? I remember feeling like we were being watched when we were at the beach this morning. Was that him? What does he want? Spiky and his friends look at each other then at us, seeming to communicate silently. "Don't even think about it" Andrei says casually. His tone is casual but everything about him screams danger. These guys must have balls or maybe they're just plain stupid. Because one of them goes to grab Elena. The second he moves, his legs give out on him and he collapses. Howling in pain. Suddenly, men fill the small entryway, some facing our way and others facing the street. Reinforcing my suspicion that
"I need your help" "With what?" She's the last person I want to ask for help but I can't reach Dante. And the more I think about it, the more I realize that he might not be able to help me. We can get Mai out of the country but then what? Are we going to leave her to fend for herself? Or leave her outside an orphanage? There are many options but I don't think they'll be right for her. Angels are better suited to handle this. They might even be able to help Mali too. This way the two sisters can stay together. I know this might put Elena and everyone I'm with in danger but I won't abandon this little girl. So as much as I hate going to Giulia, I have no choice. "A case you might be interested in. I have a ten-year-old that I want to help. Say you'll help me and I'll tell you everything else. If you're not going to do it, don't waste my time" "You're asking for my help, pretty girl. Put your arrogance aside for once. Will you?" "I don't like you, Giulia. The fact that I've come
I must not have passed out for long because I can still hear gunshots but they sound like they're coming from far. My eyelids flutter open to find Elena leaning over me. She looks scared, which is unlike her. Nothing scares her. She's reckless and jumps into situations without thinking about the consequences. Earlier today, she scheduled a murder with the head of the Russian mob. Until today, I didn't know fear was part of her dictionary. "What's up with you?" I ask closing my eyes. The light from the chandelier above is too bright. "Are you okay? Don't close your eyes, Em. You can't go back to sleep" "I'm not. The lights are too bright. Have those idiots left? Who the fuck opened fire while I was in the middle of negotiating with them?" "That would be me, ma'am" I open one eye and look at Fidelio "My apologies. I didn't know..." "Know what?" I ask closing my eyes. "Em, you've been shot" Elena answers but I'm slipping again. The dark pulling me under. The sound of sirens is
"Wake up, man," someone says shaking me "What the fuck did they give him? He's not budging" "Careful or you'll tear his wound open," another voice says. I try to open my eyes but can't find the strength to do it. Or anything. My whole body feels numb. Is this Aida's doing again? I swear that woman is the bane of my existence. What the fuck does she want from me? Haven't I made it clear that Emiliana is mine? "Maybe we should let him sleep it off" I know this one. It's Rico. He has worked for me for a long time and out of everyone, I trust him the most. I don't think he would stand by and watch others harm me. But that doesn't explain why I can't move my hands or legs. I can't even feel my feet. "There's no way we can carry him out of here. He has to wake up" "Even if you shake him until tomorrow he won't wake up. Quit it, Sal" "Did you not hear what Angelo Calderone said? Emiliana was..." What... What happened to Emiliana? I'm going to skin... To skin... Shit! ~~~~~~~ I fi
"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