“... Your daughter just fell off the stairs and she's in a terrible state." With just one call, Elara's seemingly perfect life tumbles. Drowning in endless debts and her daughter on the brink of death, she tosses her morality aside and takes the job of a bartender in a notorious club, 'Sinful Saint'. Dressed sexy to entice the predators in Sinful Saint, she is attacked by mobs, only to get saved by a gangster biker. He turns out to be the Don Marco Conti, the son of her family's arch-enemy, and the shadow she dreads. After their reckless one-night stand three years ago, she fled home with a fake identity just to keep her child safe. Now, he's back to claim her; his property, and he'll go to any length to own her. Marco isn't the type of man she should have around her baby. But armed with money and an irresistible aura, can she fight her fate? How long can she keep his child a secret? P.S: This is a dark gritty book suitable for +18 audience ONLY. Contains hardcore sex, violence, themes of abuse.
Lihat lebih banyakMarco’s POV‘Food poisoning?!’This was the first… and she wasn't close to Evelyn for me to recklessly throw the blame. Elara wasn't psychopathic either to try to poison herself…Oh, no!My heart was racing hard against my chest. I shut my eyes and tried to even my breath, just so the nasty thought would go away. I was losing my damn mind.Like a cripple, I bent and reached for the couch at the other end, then slumped in it. Slowly, I tried to take control of my emotions. Schwartz saw it. He knew it was his cue to leave.“I’m a call away.” He set the test result on the bedside table and hurried out.I stretched my long legs and my jaws clenched. My dark eyes pinned on Elara’s weak frame.‘Did she try to abort my baby?’I couldn't help but nurse the crazy thought. ‘Marco. FERMATI! STOP!’My mind screamed at me. But I couldn't push the thoughts away. ‘The baby was three weeks old, she might have gotten a clue, right?’‘Else, why did she choose for the time I was away to get terrib
Marco’s POV“Miss Elara is fine… but we lost the baby.”Schwartz’s words drummed in my ears like a thunderstorm. Like a fired rocket, I dove into him, crumbling him to the ground with my heavy weight. He crashed in a heap but remained pressed down by my huge mass, no matter how hard he tried to escape. “Una cosa semplice, no? You had one fucking job!”My fist descended on him in a heavy punch. He cried and wriggled in pain. His nose squashed against my balled fist. He was bleeding, shivering, crying. “Mr. Conti…”My hands clutched around his fat throat and I started choking him to death. “Cazzo, non hai potuto salvare mio figlio! You couldn't fucking save my child!”He tried to defend himself, but he was choking to death. The door opened, with people rushing out to save the old man. They clustered around me and rallied, but dared not to touch me. Their voice drummed in my ears, but Schwartz’s croaked voice delivering the sad news got louder. Sweat dripped down my face and on
Cold BreakfastMarco’s POV“Miss Elara just got rushed to the hospital… she and the baby are in a terrible state.”Schwartz’s croaky tone tickled my ears. I wasn't sure what he meant by all he said. It seemed foreign. Elara was supposed to be home, safe… And why was Violet also sick?!My heart skipped a few beats.“What baby?” The words slipped out of my mouth. “Uh… she’s pregnant. Three weeks pregnant.” He dropped the bombshell so innocently like he didn't just say a word. I went mute, too dumbfounded to speak. I had words in my mouth, but neither of them came forth. “We’ll do our best to save them.” He mumbled his assurance to me.“Now, listen up, man.” My tone returned to the icy state. “Except you want your license revoked, fumble on this one.”His rough breathing was the response I needed. In the background, the noises of his workers rallying echoed into the speaker. “Her medical record is here, doctor…”Fucking shit! It wasn't a prank. “I have to go, Don.” He excused hims
Elara's POV “You don't look good at all.” Dr. Schwartz's sunken eyeballs ran the length of my body. I could only manage a nod. My eyes were on him… particularly on the syringe he was holding. To be honest, I was melting away, and hoping that he'd forget this part of the treatment. “I think that you should come to the hospital for full medical care.” He continued and picked up a tourniquet. My eyes darted away from him for a moment and rested on Violet's frame. She was at the foot of the bed, curled around my legs to be precise. I wasn't sure why she chose that position. “I know but I'd prefer to be treated from home.” My voice was thin and almost inaudible. “I need to properly tend for my baby.”“If you insist.” He didn't bother with the topic. “I have to take your blood sample and run some quick test. The results will be out tomorrow and we can pick things up at a faster pace.” I nodded. He approached me, syringe stuck in between fingers. He had zero idea what was running thr
Elara’s POV ‘Is this how dying feels like?’ My entire body was on fire… it felt like my intestine was some tapeworm eating me inside out. Hot intense pain gnarled at me and ate me deeply. I was losing my damn mind. The room fell totally silent. Marco wasn't here to keep it warm, nor did I have the strength to get busy. With each ticking of the clock, it felt like I was counting to my death. ‘Call Marco!’ My brain yelled at me. He was supposed to be in some business meeting. I didn't want to disrupt it like I did the other. Plus, he was far away from home. ‘I'll be fine.’ I mumble silently to myself, hoping the lies would subdue the pain. I lay flat on the bed and helplessly looked up at the ceiling. Oh, god… For what seemed like ten minutes, I remained still. My limbs were heavy, body felt foreign. The sad feeling didn't go away. ‘Call Evelyn then!’ My brain shot another emergency response at me. She wouldn't hate me so much not to help, right? Hopefully. I summoned my
Marco’s POV “I'd be present in our baby's life and pay child support all the rest of my life… We could work for join custody… that's if you still leave… Why leave?...”I paused to take a deep breath. I was crashing out and it looked terrible. Elara was pressed to the end of the car seat. Her shoulder leaned against the door. After my sex demand, she had been awfully quiet. It was even worse as we started the ride home. Her bodyguard and mine were in the other cars. I glued my lips. I mean, it was a good thing that she hadn't yelled or slammed her fist in my lips. I had better not push my luck. “How are you though?” I asked out of the blue. She slightly looked at me. Her makeup was ruined. Hair messy. “Being taking care of Violet all your life. It must be tasking.” I shrugged. “Tasking isn't the exact word you use for a sweet responsibility.” She scolded me. “And yup, maybe if you hadn't killed Nathaniel, I wouldn't be in this alone.”Fuck.I looked outside the window. How wa
Marco’s POV “You heard my lady,” my tone was dark, needy. “Hurry up with the damn papers, she needs to clean up.” The men murmured amongst themselves. They eyed me and Elara and tried to suppress a smile. I bet they would see us as tacky couples… their problem. I just reclined back in my seat and tried to hold the painful boner threatening to break out of my pants. She knew just what to say to switch me on without doing so much. Just like right now, merely seeing her in a cleaner’s wear, a black and white dress with flay like a high school girl, there's a white breast pocket that makes it seem like an apron was worn over it. The hems are decorated with flowers and silly things, and the dress stops mid-thigh. My eyes ran down her sexy petite frame…She wore a pair of white ankle socks in a fucking hot stilettos. Lacy garter strips run from her knees, up her thighs u til it disappears in her dress. FUCK! Now, I was more impatient than anyone could imagine. The gentleman's murmu
Marco’s POVAgainst my will, I had to honor my meeting with the capos. Elara had politely declined my offer this morning when she was the same person who fully obliged the nights before. Perhaps mood swings or just her being her dramatic self, but I was having a dose of the real woman I stole her life. The once aggressive and vile lady in my villa months ago had melted into this sweet and loveable lady. But her recent mood swings could scare even the devil.I lightly chuckled when I remembered last night’s drama. Was she really worried about Francesca?Dear, lord. Now that I processed all of it, it made me sick to the stomach. One, she didn’t trust me so much with ladies, maybe not at all. And two, she didn’t think I had good taste. How great!“We’re here, Don.” The driver announced once he pulled the car over in front of the casino. The meeting was moved away from home because I had a few changes on the ground. Since I was heading to the construction company after the meeting
Elara’s POV‘I’m not a mean bitch except you want me to be… like I am now…’It was almost fifteen minutes past breakfast time. I deliberately stayed up in Violet’s room after fixing her something to eat. I also didn’t want to be entirely late for the show I was about to put on.“Hey, sweetie.” I tapped her pretty cheeks. “Mama has to go downstairs for breakfast. Okay?”She rolled the slice of her cheesecake in her mouth and nodded her head. Her lips and hands were stained with buttercream. “And here’s a little pup cup for Birdie.” I opened the let’s refrigerator, just next to the little cabinet, and set the frozen cup on the floor. “You have to finish eating before tending to Birdie and remember to always…”She smacked her lips and swallowed. Then giggles. “Wash my hands,” she wriggled her small fingers. “And never eat from her plate.”I ruffled her hair and leaned in to kiss her. “That’s my baby.” I left her to her pet and walked down to join Marco at the dining table. Already, he
Elara’s POV “What the heck?!”I sprang to my feet at my mother’s revelation. The words were hard to digest and for the hundredth time, I hoped it was a stunt. “Get ready, we’re hosting your betrothed for breakfast, tomorrow.” Sitting graciously in her seat with her legs crossed at the knee, there were no signs of remorse or anything I expected. Beside her, my father just looked at me with what seemed like pity. He folded the newspaper he was reading and tried poor damage control. “Look, honey,” he muffled. “It's for the best…”“I'm not even ready.” I angrily cut him off. “And even if I were, it would never be to a stranger.” “Young lady,” my mother snapped. “I can tolerate your cussing, but what I won't take is you disobeying your father.” This wasn't a joke after all. “He's not a stranger. Plus, he's a good guy.” I held back a series of sobs about to rip out. All my life, I had taken orders from them and lived under their umbrella like the decent daughter of a clergyman sho...
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