Hello my beautiful readers & Happy Easter for those that celebrate it! As promised, and for missing my update last week, here is my second update this weekend. How was that? Who else is extremely tense right now? I don't know when my next update will be but I'm hopeful it will be soon. I'm really sorry I can't update as quick as other authors, but I'm really trying my best. For now, I'm trying weekends and if I miss one, I'll try double update the following week. Don't forget to follōw my F B group for more on updates and sneak peeks. XOXO.
*Nikolai’s POV* ~A little before Alberto’s POV~ I moved through the building quickly, hoping that I could get by without being spotted. Vladimir had given me minutes to get to the beautiful woman before hell broke out. I needed to make sure she was safe. She reminds me a lot about… I swallowed thickly as I pushed the memories to the back of my mind. We didn’t have time for that. My jaw ticked at the thought that I had to sit back and watch everything they did to them for nothing because we never found out what happened to our sister. She was still missing. The biggest buyers, who probably had answers if she was still alive, were supposed to show their faces tonight, but never did. And now, we will be back at square one after this attack. Ебать (Russian: Fūck) I was sure I’d be able to find her location before this point, but I was beginning to think that Ekaterina was really dead. “Hey Russian! Where are you rushing to?” Tank chuckled at his own joke, making me roll my eyes.
*Alberto’s POV* The knife pierced the air too fast for him to move out of the way on time. I didn’t bother watching the knife meet its target as I withdrew my gun and shot the two assholes on either side of Ventura. A single shot to each in the head was all it took before the others around them raised their guns in response. Edgardo and Aurelio were ready to cover me, but Petrov and his men surrounded Ventura’s before placing their guns to each of their heads. They all lowered their weapons, knowing that they were done for. Ventura grunted before pulling the knife out of his shoulder and turning to glare at me as he dropped the knife to the ground. I took dangerously slow steps towards him as his cut-off words repeated in my mind. Whōre. Whōre. Whōre. Only I can call my angel a whōre, and that’s only when she’s choking on my cōck. But Ventura? Fūcking prick is a scumbag that shouldn’t even breathe the same air as my angel. Grinding my molars, I circled him, ready to slit h
*Alberto’s POV* All it took was a few seconds of distraction for the girl with the knife to charge towards my angel. My heart stilled in my chest as I shouted a warning to Isadora. We are so close. I can’t fūcking lose her now. Or ever. Isadora moved her body sideways just as the girl, who I now recognize as Santoro’s daughter, swung the knife, slashing Isa’s biceps. Blood trickled down my angel’s arm as she glared at the bītch. I instantly raised the gun I was holding higher as I walked further into the room, but I stopped myself from shooting in case Isa made any sudden moves. Reflexively, she gripped her own arm as she lifted her leg, and shoved her heel into the girl’s stomach, knocking her backwards. I was only a few steps away from her by then and was able to catch her before she could fall, dropping my gun in the process. Her breath hitched before her wild eyes raised to meet my dark ones. Ones that were filled with thirst for death and vengeance. Before Santoro’s dau
*Penelope’s POV* Lucio darted the other way as if this was a trained session to stop an enemy from escaping the estate. Of course, I didn’t blame him since he received that training, and had associated Dandelion as a danger within these walls. By the time I had turned the corner, Lucio had snapped his mouth around one of her wrists, teeth piercing her flesh, as he forced her to stop in her place, his warning growls vibrating the hall. “Get him off! Get him off!” she screāmed as she swung her free hand over his head to swat him away. Blood trickled down her arm as I reached for her free arm to stop her from hurting Lucio. It wasn’t his fault that she was a bītch, and there was no way in hell that I would let her touch him again. Before I could wrap my hand around her arm to hold her back, she moved it out of the way, elbowing me right in the face in the process. My free hand rushed to my nose as the pain blinded me momentarily. Shīt, that hurt. Dalmatian 1. Pen 0. Even thou
*Alberto’s POV* I lifted the glass to my lips as I glared through my bedroom window, the fist in my pocket threatening to rip through the material. My mind was in overdrive as I planned. Figuring out the most painful deaths for Ventura and Santoro was at the top of the list. The bitter liquid burned down my throat and didn’t work one bit to control my emotions. My rage, specifically. All I had to do was think about my angel, and my anger doubled. We haven’t talked about it. About what she went through. I’m trying to give her time, and quite frankly, I’m not sure I’m ready to hear it. I’m a fūcking mess as it is. A ticking time bomb. I was lifting my whiskey back to my lips when I heard the water in the bathroom shut off, making me close my eyes as I schooled in my anger. I didn’t want to put more shīt on her as we impatiently waited for the results. I had every intention of having the doctors give me the results right then and there, but they told us it would be at least an h
*Alberto’s POV* My leg bounced up and down as I watched my angel’s chest rise and fall with each breath she took while she slept. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep as soon as her head met my pillow. My dīck twitched at the sight, making me grit my teeth. Now wasn’t the fūcking moment, but I couldn’t help what woke the asshole up and what didn’t. My phone vibrated in my hand, forcing me to look away after staring at her sleeping figure unblinkingly from the moment her body touched the bed. I immediately pressed the answer button on my phone as soon as I saw Ethan’s name. “Che cos’è?” (Italian: What is it?) I answered in a whispered voice as I stood up and moved towards the door. “Capo,” he sighed before clearing his throat. “I’m not sure if now is the time or not, but since you had me—” “Get to the point,” I hissed impatiently as I closed the door behind me and paced the door, already anxious to have eyes on my angel again. “I think I have eyes on Petrov’s sister,” h
*Alberto’s POV* I pulled Isa’s head into my chest and held her there as she slightly trembled in fear of what the doctor had to say. If I said I wasn’t worried myself, I’d be lying. Of course, deep down I’d hate that she would have to carry another man’s child, but my biggest concern would be her. She would completely shut me out. I mean, she’s been doing it for days. And I get it. I really do, but I miss my angel so much. My fearless and bratty angel. “Everything’s going to be alright, angel,” I whispered in her ear, only for her to hear even though I feared that maybe, just maybe it wouldn’t. The doctor cleared her throat as she pulled out an envelope from the pocket in her coat. “Do you want me to read the results, or would you like to read them in privacy?” She asked me with a slight tremble in her voice. There’s no way in hell that I’m letting go of my angel to read those results. “Just read it,” I gritted out as Isa fisted my shirt between us with her free hand. “Oka
*Alberto’s POV* I pressed a soft kiss on her head as I held her tighter while she rocked in my arms. I hated seeing my angel so broken. I wanted those that caused her pain to pay, but I didn’t want to leave her side just yet. The silence between us was driving me just as mad. I didn’t want to push her to talk, but I also couldn’t take it. I needed her to talk to me. “Angel,” I murmured, my arms squeezing her even more. “I’m here. Talk to me.” She continued rocking on my lap and ignoring my pleas. It was like everything that she had held in for the last few days just came crashing down like a train. I lifted one of my hands and wrapped it around the back of her head as I whispered in her ear, hoping that my words would break her out of whatever she was going through. It was literally destroying me to see her like this. I don’t know how long we sat there in each other’s arms, her breaking apart while I tried bringing her back, but eventually her sobs turned into light breathing
*Isadora’s POV* I was struggling to breathe as Edgardo instructed Padrino’s and Papa’s men to watch Pen and Mamma with their lives. We had to divide the men between them and us, since we couldn’t be reckless either. When Edgardo finally finished barking out orders, he led me towards the black Porsche that Padrino used when he would drive himself places, which was rare anymore. It was also faster than the other SUVs. Edgardo opened my door, helping me inside before rounding the car quickly and climbing behind the wheel. The car purred to life, and he didn’t hesitate to speed past the others. He handed me his phone and gave me some numbers to dial for him as he practically flew past the gates surrounding our land. “Put it on speaker. Please.” “Petrov.” The man with the thick Russian accent answered anxiously as soon as I hit the speaker button. “Petrov, it’s Morello’s right-hand.” “Edgardo, right?” he asked quickly as I heard him shuffling through some things. “Correct.
*Alberto’s POV* The doors to the SUVs were already open as we made our way to them. I fetched my phone from my pocket as Francisco climbed in before me. “What do you have, Ethan?” I growled into the phone as soon as he picked up. “The abandoned warehouses were owned by LoTech. I can’t find the details on the owners of that foreign company, but I have a pretty good idea.” “I don’t want ideas! I want fūcking facts!” My snapped reply had Francisco turning to face me with brows furrowed as I shut the door behind me. “Si, Capo. I’m still on it, but—” “I’m already on my way there, Ethan! There are no fūcking buts!” “Understood. Also, the nearby cameras were able to capture a male in his early to mid-twenties, entering the building down the street on a few occasions with what looked like groceries. I’m sending the picture over now.” I pulled the phone from my ear, placing it on speakerphone as I opened my message app. “What’s going on?” I held my hand up to Francisco to stop
*Isadora’s POV* ~A few weeks later~ I turned the knob in the bathtub, letting water fill it before I stood up straight to pull my hair into a bun. Things have been crazier than normal these past few weeks. Padrino has been more tense than usual since he and the Russians have still been unable to find my brother. They have met a few times to discuss strategies to bring him out, but nothing has worked yet. Penelope mentioned a conversation she overheard between Daniella and someone else, but all the numbers Ethan looked into were dead ends. Everyone that they had questioned also seemed not to know about him, even less where to find him. It’s like he never existed in the first place. But I knew better. All of that has kept me from sleeping well the past few days. I haven’t wanted to tell Padrino because I knew how intense he could get, and he already had enough on his plate. I just hoped we were able to find him before the baby was born. I exhaled slowly before dipping my hand int
*POTENTIAL TRIGGER* *Alberto’s POV* “Do you remember your safe word?” My voice was thick and low as I folded my angel over the tortūre table. Having her this way was better than any wet dream I could have ever had. “Angel,” she moaned softly as her hips pushed back, desperately seeking my touch. I tapped her ass before releasing a warning growl. My hands reached for the hem of her dress, and I yanked it over her fat ass as my eyes zeroed in on her wet, exposed cunt. Fūck me. Figa più bella che abbia mai visto. (Italian: Prettiest pūssy I’ve ever seen.) “You better tell me if it becomes too much, angel.” I dug my fingers in her ass intensely, earning a soft cry from her. “Tell me!” “I promise, Padrino,” she whispered as she looked at me over her shoulder. “Mmmm.” I smacked her ass cheeks together while I squeezed them so hard that you’d think I’d drawn blood. “What did I tell you in my office?” She seemed to be in a daze as she pushed her hips back, rubbing her dripping pūs
*TRIGGER WARNING* *Alberto’s POV* I struggled to give my angel space to do her thing. Not because I didn’t trust she could bring Daniella pain like never before. More like I was being tortūred right along with her. I was hard as steel the whole time, having fantasies of railing my goddaughter’s tight pūssy harder than ever. I can’t help that everything about her combined with tortūre just did it for me. Daniella’s gurgled cries pulled me back as my angel wiped her bloody hands on a towel Aurelio had handed her a few minutes ago. I didn’t mind her hands full of blood, but my angel kept grumbling every time the knife slipped back. My eyes drifted towards Daniella again and I couldn’t help being proud of my girl’s masterpiece. To most, it was a sight straight out of a horror movie, but to me, it was as if I was watching my own personal pōrn episode. All that was missing was my angel’s naked cunt, dripping and ready for the pounding of a lifetime. I shook those thoughts out of
*TRIGGER WARNING* *Isadora’s POV* After making my guest of honor comfortable, I exited the room and slowly entered the open, yet dark basement that Padrino had Daniella chained in. To say I was excited would have been an understatement. I never knew I’d be so thrilled to make someone pay for their wrongdoings. Okay, I’m lying, but really. This amount of eagerness just to send someone to hell should be illegal… Or maybe I’m ready to be admitted to the psych ward. “Isa-sadora,” she croaked before her teeth chattered involuntarily. I’m glad she still remembers my name. My eyes trailed down her body, realizing that her trembling was definitely caused by more than fear. Her body was stripped down, and the air in this room was cold enough to be considered a bedroom-sized freezer. “Yes, Isadora.” I smirked as I moved closer to her, not feeling an ounce of pity for the woman that tormented me for weeks on end. I already knew how I wanted to end her, but I was still deciding how to
*Alberto’s POV* My angel squirmed on my lap as I fed her breakfast. “Angel,” I growled in warning. “I don’t have time to fūck you again right now, so stop teasing.” She poked her bottom lip out like the brat that she was, forcing my lips to tug upward into a smile. Fūck, I missed my bratty girl. “Open,” I ordered in a deep voice that had her body shivering and her eyes darkening. When she finally opened her mouth, I gave her a spoonful of the yogurt she had grabbed earlier. Some of the excess of the yogurt got on her lips, forcing me to lean forward and lick it clean. “Good girl.” “Padrino,” she purred, the sound doing its usual number on my cōck. I couldn’t help being hard every second my girl was around. It could be considered natural now. “It’s so hard to have self-control around you, angel,” I murmured as she smiled back before grabbing the spoon out of my hand. “My turn.” She scooped up more yogurt and I opened my mouth, ready to be fed, but the spoon missed my mouth c
*Alberto’s POV* I couldn’t help but smile as my angel stepped in front of me and slowly buttoned up my dress shirt. Last night was something else. It was like a dream and already had me desperate for more. “I’ve ordered breakfast to be delivered to my office if you want to join me,” I said before she could pull away, and hoping to take my mind off her sweet pūssy. The food was obviously for her, since I wanted to make sure she had all her meals. My need to take care of her only intensified knowing she was growing my baby. I placed one of my hands on her lower back and pressed her to my body as my other hand tucked some of her loose hair behind her ear. “Yeah. I’d like that.” The moment her tongue slid across her bottom lip, my fingers slid to the back of her head and tugged her head back. “Me too, but if we don’t get out of here soon…” She laughed as she pushed against my chest and walked away from me, her laugh making me smile with her. Fūck, I missed this. I grabbed
*Isadora’s POV* I paced the bathroom as I nibbled on my nails, nervous as hell to leave the bathroom and talk to Padrino. I had hyped myself up all the way until we arrived inside the bedroom. But then the walls felt like they were closing in on me. I had quickly rushed into the bathroom, hoping another shower would calm my nerves. But it did shīt to sort my chaotic mind. I still can’t believe how nervous I feel. I used to feel most confident in that department. Especially in his arms. I turned around and looked at myself in the mirror as I took a deep breath. You got this, Isa. You are safe. Strong. Beautiful. Powerful. Breathe— “Angel?” Padrino’s voice echoed on the other side of the door, stopping me from my self-motivating speech any further. “Are you alright?” “Yes,” I replied as I shook my hands and rolled my neck. It took him long enough to come check on me. I mean, I probably finished my shower twenty minutes ago. Before he could ask me anything else, I turned