*Unknown POV* “So, did Blanco agree or what?” I asked Ventura, making him sigh. “Of course, he did.” He replied, taking a puff of his cigar. “Good. With her out of the way—” “You know Mattias only agreed because we promised not to touch her.” He told me, making me tighten the hold around my glass of whiskey. “I know what we agreed. I’m not concerned about her. Unless she wants to fight me for her dad’s empire. Then I will have to get rid of my dear sister.” I said, chugging the contents of my drink before slamming it on my desk. “My nephew said he would take her away, so you won’t have to worry about getting rid of her.” He continued, making me roll my eyes. “Sure, sure.” I told him before standing up. “The other capos agreed to go to the casino to close the deal?” I asked him, leaning over his desk. “No. They are panicking because Blanco is snooping around.” He said, coughing a few times because of the smoke. “Useless fūckers. This will all end when I take over.” I sig
*Alberto’s POV* As soon as we made it to the car, I opened the door for Isa before turning to Edgardo. “Dove sono loro?” (Italian for “Where are they?”) I asked him as he placed the keys in my hands. “Thank you.” I replied, climbing in after Isa. “Padrino.” She whispered with a pout as I closed the door. “Che cos'è?” (Italian for “What is it?”) I asked her, caressing her cheek. She didn’t reply. She just laid on my lap, face down. I pulled her hair to the side as she turned her face to look at me. “What are you doing, Angel?” I asked her as she played with the button of my trousers, awakening my beast. “It’s sore.” She said, making me chuckle. “Of course, it is.” I said as I played with her hair. She was so beautiful and perfect that I could get lost in her, which I did. I didn’t even notice when Edgardo had driven out of the plaza. I placed one hand on her thigh as I continued caressing her hair before looking up. There was silence for a bit until Edgardo turned out of the
*Alberto’s POV* “This will just be a little taste of what’s coming.” I told her through clenched teeth as my eyes roamed her body hungrily. I was still pissed at the fūcking message I received, but I can deal with that after I fūck her into submission. I walked towards a couch by the ceiling length windows before taking a seat. I looked up at her as she bit down on her bottom lip while her eyes roamed my body hungrily. I looked at my knee and that was all she needed in order to know that it was a command. She walked slowly towards me, making my cōck inflate in my trousers. She had the body of a goddess, and she knew it. She climbed onto the couch just as I reached for her neck, wrapping my thick calloused hands around her silky skin. “Padrino.” She whispered through parted lips. “Safe word?” I growled, tightening my grip around her neck, feeling the soft movement of her swallowing. “Angel.” She panted out, making my eyes darken with need to fūck her into the mattress. “A
*Isadora’s POV* He didn’t fūcking do that. No, he didn’t. I was heaving as I paced the bedroom in my fūcking birthday suit. I was thinking of a way to get back at him. He had to pay for leaving me like this. I was still throbbing in between my legs, even though he had been gone for at least thirty minutes. It was useless to even try to finish the job since he has been the only one to make me really cūm. “Cazzo!” I yelled, throwing my hands in the air just as the door opened. “Qualcuno è di cattivo umore.” (Italian for “Someone is in a bad mood.”) Penelope snickered from behind me, making me turn to give her the death glare. “You would think you would be in a good mood after having gotten it on in a new house.” She laughed, wiggling her brows at me as her eyes roamed up and down my naked body. “That’s the fūcking point!” I hissed, walking toward her to get the luggage she had brought me before throwing it on the bed. “Well, fūck.” She muttered, making me roll my eyes. “What
*Alberto’s POV* “Francisco.” I hissed through clenched teeth as he pulled me towards the poker table. “Alberto, it’s only for a few minutes.” He replied, shaking his head. “Sono venuto solo per parlare. Lo sai, cazzo.” (Italian for “I just came to talk. You fūcking know that.”) I said, stopping in my tracks. “Scared of losing, Morello?” Santoro asked, blowing out the smoke in his mouth, making my jaw tick. “I promise we will talk in a few minutes, but we haven’t been out together in a while. Do this for me.” Francisco stated, clapping my back before calling the waiters over. Before I could reply, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I immediately fetched it, walking off to read the message. Unknown: What a nice family reunion. Enjoy it while it lasts. This mother fūcker is really starting to piss me off. I locked my phone, slipping it back in my pocket before turning to Francisco. “Ecco il tuo whisky, Fratello.” (Italian for “Here’s your whiskey, Brother.”) He said, handing me
*Alberto’s POV* “Join us, Mattias.” Santoro told his son, patting the seat next to him. It took everything in me not to pull my gun from my back and place a bullet in each of their heads. Especially when that asšhole pulled my angel with him to the table. “Solo un gioco, padre.” (Italian for “Only one game, father.”) He said, taking the seat his father motioned before his eyes found mine. “I promised my girl we’d spend the night together.” I swear on everything, I was fūcking seconds from creating chaos, but Isa cleared her throat before speaking. “You know that’s not—” She was saying, but the fūcker pulled her on his lap and placed his disgusting lips on hers, making her shift away uncomfortably. Even though I was mentally planning every second of this asšhole’s tortūre, I felt Francisco stiffen at my side. It was obvious that he didn’t like this shīt any more than me, making me even more confused about the fūcking agreement to marry her off. “Now, now, Mattias. You know
*Isadora’s POV* I stopped at the end of the hallway before taking a deep breath. My legs still felt shaky from Padrino’s hard fūck, not that I was complaining. But I definitely wanted to get this shīt over with so I could get home and receive my punishment. My body shivered in excitement just thinking about it. As soon as my eyes scanned the casino, Penelope’s eyes grew wide before she jogged to my side. “I thought he would kill you for sure.” She whispered as soon as she reached me, making me roll my eyes. “No, but his dīck sure broke the shīt out of my pūssy.” I replied, biting my bottom lip at the memory. “Dio, I didn’t need to know that.” She sighed, shaking her head. “Preparati. Ce ne stiamo andando.” (Italian for “Get ready. We are leaving.”) I told her as I continued walking towards the poker table that I had been at earlier, ready to get the hell out of here. “Così presto?” (Italian for “So soon?”) She pouted, looking over to Edgardo with a frown. “You will get
*Penelope’s POV* After Isa and her godfather left, Edgardo grabbed me by the waist and took me to the car. He looked tense as hell, but I wasn’t quite sure why. I thought he would say something as soon as he got into the SUV that he was driving, but he didn’t even look my way. He only gripped the steering wheel tightly, like he wanted to murder it. I kept glancing between him and the buildings we were flying past. Oh, I forgot to mention that he drives like cops were chasing us down the roads of Italy. I turned my face to look at him again when I got the impression that he would turn, making my eyes grow wide as I flipped my head towards the window again. ‘Dio mio, that couldn’t be more obvious. How fūcking embarrassing.’ I thought to myself. I know I have been flirting with him for a few days now, but now in the car, it was somewhat different. I felt embarrassed to even be caught staring. “Che cos’è?” (Italian for “What is it?”) He asked in his deep voice that made any gir
*Alberto’s POV* “What the fūck is this, Alberto!” I heard Francisco hiss from behind me, making me close my eyes and squeeze Isa’s asš gently for her to unlock her legs. This was exactly what I was trying to avoid and fūck, did he find out in the worst way possible. “My fūcking brother.” He laughed darkly as I unhooked Isa’s legs from my waist before setting her on her feet. “Papa—” Isa exhaled, but Francisco interrupted. “Don’t fūcking talk to me right now, Isadora Blanco Di Luca.” He spat, making me grit my teeth. “I’m talking to him!” “Get out of here, Angel.” I whispered in her ear as I reached for the robe on the bed and handed it to her. “No, Padrino.” She replied in a quivery voice as she looked behind me in slight panic. “I can’t fūcking believe this. I can’t! How could you do this to me!” He snarled, pressing the gun to the back of my head. At this point, I didn’t know if he would shoot or not. It wasn’t his style to shoot someone behind their backs, but he did cat
*Alberto’s POV* “If you don’t get out of there this damn second, I’m breaking this fūcking door down.” I muttered as I banged on the bathroom door. Maybe I had gone overboard earlier with her, but she needed to be taught a lesson. It was not any easier for me. That, and I couldn’t risk Francisco finding us. Like actually finding us this time. I’ll make it up to her after dinner though. I’ll make her pūssy cūm like it never had. “Leave me alone!” She shouted back, making me grind my teeth together before stepping back and kicking the door open. “What the fūck?” She yelped, turning around quickly only for me to grab her by her neck and pull her closer to me. “You’re testing my fūcking patience, Angel. You don’t want to see me upset.” I informed her through clenched teeth. “Now get your pretty little asš outside before I spank you so fūcking hard, you won’t be able to sit for a week.” She rolled her eyes before leaning forward. “Promises, promises.” She mumbled, clicking her tong
*Isadora’s POV* We both held our breaths as we waited for my father to leave the area. I wasn’t face smashed drunk, but more of a happy medium, though Padrino would probably beg to differ, which was totally okay because I was still upset with him for keeping things away from me. As soon as I heard my father’s retreating footsteps, I exhaled in relief. Dio, that was a close call. I looked at Padrino as he glared at me before I pressed my lips together to not laugh. What? I can’t help how hot he looked when he glared at me. But he wasn’t so upset when he was balls deep in my mouth. Regardless, only I was allowed to be upset right now. “Put your top on.” He hissed through clenched teeth, making me raise a brow at him. “Aren’t we going to finish what we started?” I asked him in disbelief. My fire needed quenching if he didn’t want me to be even more upset. My happy medium state was long gone and all I wanted was his dīck to be pounding into me. “You have to be fūcking with me. You
*Alberto’s POV* “Che cazzo è questo?” (Italian for “What the fūck is this?”) I asked through clenched teeth as Isa looked up from the lounge chair before she squinted at me. “Oh, look who gifted us with his presence.” Isa spat in a slurred voice, making me even more pissed. I rolled my neck before turning my glare to Amadeo, who handed me a towel. I ripped it from his hands before motioning with my head for them to leave. Before anyone else could utter another word, they all practically scrambled away, leaving me with Isa, her friend, and her mother. I was about to speak, but Isa moved to flip over and I couldn’t have her fūcking topless in here. One of the guys could come back and I’d have to kill them all because they peeped at her bare breāsts. I threw the towel on her to cover her up before wrapping my arms around her and sitting on the lounge chair with her. “What were you fūcking thinking?” I hissed in her ear before looking at Giulia, who raised her martini glass to her
*Penelope’s POV* I was still horrified that one of Alberto’s men saw Edgardo and me yet again in such an intimate way. And the worst part was that he was assigned to watch us while we waited for them to finish whatever the hell it was that they were doing. Dio, I couldn’t even look his way without feeling dirty. As soon as Isa pulled me out of the living room, we went to her room so that she could change before meeting with her mother in the pool room. I hadn’t thought of being here for long, so I didn’t even bother to pack a bathing suit for myself. Unfortunately, since Isa insisted on lending me one of hers and guess who won that battle? I looked at myself in the mirror one more time and blew out a breath of air. “What are those men going to think when they see me in this?” I grumbled under my breath as I looked at the deep v-cuts on my sides, exposing completely the sides of my breāsts. I mean, what else would they think if everyone knew my mother and I were poor? They wou
***WARNING | BRIEF TRIGGER SCENE*** *Edgardo’s POV* As soon as the door closed after Alberto, I turned to Penelope. “So?” I murmured in her ear, wrapping my arm around her waist. “I think we had some unfinished business.” “I don’t recall any unfinished business.” She mumbled, rolling her eyes as I gripped her neck tightly. “Actually,” She added, pursing her lips. “I do remember you acting like a bossy asšhole. Was that it?” I lowered my face while I pressed my lips against her ear, slowly nibbling on her earlobe before sucking on the small section underneath it. “Trying to get me to fūck you, are you?” I chuckled lowly, making her whimper and try to push me off. Try because her tiny asš wasn’t strong enough to get me off. “Arrogant asšhole.” She moaned as I rubbed my semi-hard cōck against her core. I’d bet she was dripping for me. “Yeah?” I breathed against her neck, making her shiver before I pushed her back towards the couches they were on. “Tell me more, little girl.”
*Alberto’s POV* I rolled my neck as I followed Edgardo out of the office while Francisco raised his hand and patted my shoulder. “You seem so tense nowadays. I mean, more than usual.” He commented with a soft chuckle, making me roll my eyes. I couldn’t be my usual self with him yet until we settled the marriage arrangement shīt. “I wonder why.” I muttered, pushing his arm off and making him laugh louder. “Someone is in need of some pūssy.” He mentioned, forcing me to clench my teeth to not bark back that I’ve been eating the best pūssy to exist, but clearly not enough of it with all the problems being thrown my way. As soon as we walked through the door, Edgardo pointed to the hallway that led to the kitchen while I clicked my tongue. “Really?” I scowled as he returned a sheepish smile. “Seems like the guys are extra busy today.” He voiced while I nodded. And he was right. I had assigned the guys to tortūre some men that had connections with the Santoro family, since I had yet
*Penelope’s POV* “I haven’t really toured the house myself.” Isa commented to her mom as we walked through one of the living rooms. “It’s fine. We can just talk while the guys finish.” Giulia replied as her eyes moved to me. “And you, Pen?” She asked me while she took a seat on the black couch. “Me what?” I questioned back, clearing my throat nervously. “You seem quiet.” She informed me before smirking. “Unless your mouth is still numb from your make-out session.” “Penelope!” Isa gasped, pulling my hand, so I could sit between them. “You didn’t tell me. Come on! Spill the beans!” ‘Of course, bītch, because you were too busy getting fūcked in every corner of this estate.’ I thought to myself before exhaling. At least one of us was getting dīck, right? “Weren’t we going to show your mom the house?” I asked Isa, biting down on my lip. “Not until you spit out some juicy details.” Isa laughed as her mother joined her. “No need to hold back because I’m here. From what I saw—
***WARNING | BRIEF TRIGGER SCENE*** *Edgardo’s POV* I was already in a bad mood because I couldn’t finish what I started with Penelope, so you can imagine how pissed I was when I found out what was going on. “Where is he?” I asked Rocco with a scowl as I rolled up my sleeves. “We have him tied up in the kitchen.” Rocco shrugged, making me throw my head back in annoyance. “Capo is going to castrate you. Why the fūck the kitchen?” I asked, turning towards the kitchen. “It was the closest room from where we found him.” He mumbled quickly. “And the basement?” I asked him, giving him a side look. “We are questioning some others in there already.” He replied with a smirk as he rubbed his hands in delight. “Fine.” I uttered, rolling my neck before pulling my tie off. I got a sudden vision of me tying Pen to my bed with the tie as I fūcked her into the mattress, making me incredibly hard. Great. “Ready?” Rocco smirked, looking down at my crotch briefly before shaking his