I sit back, spread my legs, and cross my hands before me. I stare Rossi down as he sits opposite me, righteousness seeping out of his features. What an idiotic old man. "Well, once you take over, the contracts will all be up for renewal; I'm wondering whether I continue my agreement with you, Luca Moretta." "Didn't you just say he was willingly dangling the title above me like a treat never to be consumed?" I mutter. "I'm marrying your daughter," I point out. Confusion flitting through my features. "That's enough for our contract to be iron-tight. Besides, don't you want to set Bianca up with lifelong business partners who will ensure her safety?" Surely, he would want to keep our agreements solid, considering Emma's in the middle of everything we do. But that's not what I perceive from his defence. He wants out, and my takeover will give him the use of the early exit clause that's most likely been agreed on with my father. Suddenly, I chuckle, a deep throaty laugh filling the roo
EmmaAs a little girl, I often dreamed about my wedding day. It didn't help that, growing up, I attended the wedding ceremonies of a mafia princess every weekend, and each one was grander than the last. Those weddings left a lasting impression on me, and I couldn't help compiling my wedding day in my mind, ensuring it was as lavish and beautiful as those I had witnessed.As I got older, I found myself daydreaming about my wedding day more and more frequently. I would imagine walking down the aisle in a gorgeous white dress, surrounded by friends and family, with the love of my life waiting for me at the end as I smiled more prominent than ever.Of course, in my mind, the groom was always Luca. I must have imagined marrying him more than a hundred times by now. In my head, each imaginary wedding was just as perfect and magical as the last I attended.Those musings all but stopped the day I left him behind; well, that was until I came back. Yet since I've been here, I've only imagined h
———The designer made the trip to dress me, and as I stood before him in nothing but the lingerie he matched with my dress, I wondered how my mother left so quickly when I demanded that she go.Why couldn't she fight more for me?Is that so much to ask?I step inside my dress with the help of my sister, and the designer pulls it up my body and encourages me to place my arms in the sleeves.I do as he's asked, but I cannot bring myself to speak.I'm so livid about her request, yet I know I'll carry her warning throughout my experience of becoming a mother.Sighing, I resolved to ignore this morning's events and concentrate on being present for my wedding.And that's easier said than done, but my dress adorns my body, and Niko arrives to escort me through the house to my father, who's apparently awaiting my arrival despite me having not requested him to walk me down the aisle."You look as stunning as the first day you wore this contraption, queen," Niko jokes—a slight grin adorned on h
LucaIt has been a little over an hour since guests started arriving at my compound, and I can feel my anxiety levels rising. As someone who values safety and security above all else, the thought of exposing my well-guarded haven to the potential dangers of the mafia way of life is almost too much to bear, which is precisely why no one is allowed in the house, for fear they mark down the blueprint of the house for future reference. As you can imagine, every passing moment feels like an eternity as I weigh the risks and devise a plan to keep everyone who matters to me safe. As I bask in the warmth of my guests' congratulations on my upcoming nuptials, I can't help but feel a sense of pride welling up within me. Each person who smiles at me and takes a moment to express their admiration for my home fills me with a sense of satisfaction and contentment. Their kind words somehow validate all the hard work and effort I've put into making my life what it is today. And so, as I look around
"Boss?" Niko's voice has me dragging my gaze from the Rossi women back to the place I've taken to standing. I'm now in a position to watch Emma walk to her fate—to me. And I couldn't be happier with the turnout as everyone takes their seat as per the event planner's instructions."Everything secure?" I ask, holding my hands behind my back. I penetrate my guests with a blank stare, ensuring they all know I'm here and I'm watching."Everything's secure; the gates are closed. I also gave Emma your gifts.""Did she like them?" I ask with an arched brow."She called out that you didn't choose them yourself," he smirks."And how would she know that?" I asked, perturbed."I didn't lie," he shrugs."Lucky I have another gift for post-ceremony, then, isn't it?" I roll my eyes, annoyed.Of course, Emma would call out that I never chose those pearls myself.Must she challenge me at every turn of our lives?"She asked me to give you this," Niko surprises me, his fingers passing something into my
EmmaItalian weddings are more for the people than the couple, or that's my summary of today anyway.I've stood beside Luca all evening as people ate and then partied while the music blared only to lower for the speeches that weren't anything special—just a few words wishing us a good marriage and a long reign. A long line of couples queued to talk to us where business deals were appraised or thrown around as some sort of wedding present, which Luca lapped at like a starved man.I'm tired and emotionally worn, yet excited that it's finally time to leave behind everyone else to spend time just Luca and me.Right now, I wonder if a small inconsequential wedding that Luca offered might have been the way to go.His hand has cradled mine all evening, so when he leaves me to speak to Niko, I stand dutifully to the side, yet I can hear his every word. And though I turn to face the small gathering inside the tent, I listen avidly."I want them all off the property by half an hour. The weddin
I can't break my gaze away from him; I can't make myself break this connection he's quietly creating, and as I stand here in this impossibly beautiful but uncomfortable dress, I think I might be suffering from a lack of oxygen."Your gift surprised me," he mumbles, looking down at his hand where the necklace sits. "I can't believe you kept it. I thought you would have forgotten something like this when you packed in a hurry.""I packed nothing, only those sentimental necklaces and bracelets and my photo album of us," I breathe quietly."Why?""The only thing I wanted to take with me was you; I wasn't allowed, so I took the only things I had of you.""I hate that my father had you sent away—.""But...""Hush! I know. Fuck, Emma. I should never have blamed you, but it was easier to hate you when I allowed my mind to convince itself that you were the traitor. I've never loved anyone but you, and it hurts to know you left. For a while there, I thought you might have died, that your father
Luca Can a man pant like a dog?That's what it feels like I'm doing at this very moment as I breathe heavily against Emma's neck.You could say I'm unimpressed with my lack of control, the need to make love and mark Emma having ruled my body way too quickly as I allowed a spontaneous orgasm to wrack my body after weeks of abstaining.But I'm not a man done after one round. Instead, I take the time just to hold Emma's relaxed body to mine, her fingernails scraping against my skull as she hums that sweet lullaby my mother sang to us on many occasions.I can sense her smiling aura, a silent happiness seeping from her every pore as it pours into my own emotions."How are you feeling, Emma?" I ask."Happy...""I mean down here, Emma. Are you sore?""No. I don't think my body has got the memo that it's over; I'm still pulsating with...pleasure."I concur with her musing; her body is still strumming with excitement. It's in the way her legs are shaking. Her eyes laced with passion. And als
NikoThe afternoon was mostly uneventful. When we had enough of hiding out under the waterfall, we emerged through the water and swam up to the boat to find Sven awaiting us on tenterhooks.Playing in the water, I managed to get Bianca to laugh freely, and I spent a good hour or two showing her the underwater life swimming of their own free will.Surprisingly, she's a good swimmer and breath holder. Moreover, she allowed me to hold her hand, albeit underwater, to enable me to lead her around the little marine cove we found ourselves in.Luckily, we found a cuttlefish and an octopus that was more than friendly, suctioning onto my arm as he explored us before moving off. We even noticed a pod of dolphins playing around offshore.The sun was quickly descending in the—wrong direction—sky, and I knew we hadn't much time to ensure we travelled around the island back to shore where we could enjoy our own company again.So I encouraged Bee back to the boat, where I asked Sven to stay closer t
Continued: He searches my face with dilated eyes that seemingly reach deep within my soul. He has my body moving towards his, and that brings a smirk to his face. The next few moments have me suspended in shock and horror. Niko leans down, cupping my face in absolute silence. His lips pucker, and despite my mind screaming to scramble, I do not move. I allow him to descend, to kiss me much as I have allowed him to do many times at home. What's worse is that I kiss him back, mould my lips to his, and move as he does, creating a kiss like nothing I've ever experienced before. The pull of need from deep within me dictates my movements, and slowly, that voice that despises the kiss quietens down to insignificance. I couldn't tell you how long we kiss, but it's long enough for my hands to roam Niko's body, to find their way down his waist and to settle on his buttocks. One of my legs is hooked over his, and I'm crushing his body to mine as much as he holds me to his. His fingers are
Bianca Silence follows our swim as I climb onto the small ledge, which doesn't give much room to wiggle. Despite being underneath the rock and behind the water, it's surprisingly hot under here. In a matter of ten or so minutes, I dry off as I sit cross-legged whilst trying not to breathe too heavily for fear I might touch Niko in any way that encourages him to believe I want anything more than to sit here beside him in this silence. It's the truth, but I don't need him knowing that just yet; after all, he has been more hands-on today, cradling my waist under the water as I disassociated while looking at the waterfall. He allows the silence to carry around the makeshift cave for a while, and we both sit in stoic silence. I follow the birds flying through a small opening in the falling water. I don't know what type of bird they are, but they are dancing around one another as if courting each other. It's fascinating to watch, and for a moment, I lose myself in a strange need to
Continued:"You got your hands full with that one. But fanculo, her body is fine," Sven laughs throatily, as if we are two friends vying for the same girl. "I have my knife, Sven. One slit and your pathetic excuse for a life would be gone. You mean nothing to me. The ocean would conceal your death, and I'd move on as if your murder never happened.""Your life would be toast," he warns, but I can hear his scepticism. He fears me and my abilities, which is good—very good.Life's easier when you are feared over laughed at, and he'd do well to remain on my good side, for I have enough dirt on him to ruin his life for good."Keep your eyes off my wife; no one gets to look at her except for me. Station here until we're done exploring the island.""I'm not your slave.""You are today," I state with a cheeky smirk before jumping into the ocean, unwilling to give him more of my time when Bianca seems to have forgotten her bad mood entirely.Breaking the ice-cold water, I swim in land, finding
NikoI keep Bianca close as we walk outside of the house. We travel towards the beach in silence, where a boat, dissimilar to the one last night, is on the sand for us.A man, indeed, does await us, as Dimitri suggested in his handwritten note. He's standing in the water, barefoot and relaxed. He's not native to the islands, and I know exactly who he is. He's one of Dimitri's men, one I've had the displeasure to have worked alongside since the day I pledged my services to Dimitri because of my desire to keep my father very much alive. The funny thing is that I've completed many tasks for Dimitri alongside this man under Luca's nose—an achievement I hate. "Ah, if it isn't the unhappy couple," Sven greets us with a snarl. He's an outsider, in all honesty, one who resides in Tuscany to be the ears and eyes for Dimitri in his homeland and, by extension, for Luca. Not that Luca works with this bastard very often."Correction, Sven. Happy. Very fucking happy," I hiss with annoyance as I
Continued: "Breakfast?" Niko calls from behind me. He's just mounted the first step, walking down without so much as looking at me. Each muscle around his torso contracts with his movements, making me swallow loudly, hating my body's reaction to him. "I'm sorry," I call after him as I trail behind in a hurry. He chuckles but doesn't say anything further as he turns back to give me a reassuring smile. We both walk into the kitchen and find already plated food lying on the countertop. My stomach drops as anxiety overtakes me. "I thought you said we were the only ones on the island?" I whisper. "We are; there's only one house," he replies so very quietly that my gut churns even more. Is there danger lurking if he sees the need to be quieter than I was? We can't hide; the walls are all made of glass, for fucks sake. "Perhaps Dimitri had this sent for us?" I watch him walk to the plates, reaching down to the counter to pick up a folded piece of paper. He reads it as I gather
BiancaThe bed feels foreign and lonely. The sheets are harsh andcool, yet contemplating asking Niko to join me to make me feel less lonely after the last few hours of tenderness between us feels like a far-fetched fantasy that's most definitely not reachable. So I persevere, replaying today over in my mind on fast forward as I agonise over every interaction I have had, said and done. I should have told him about my virginity and who took it.I should have run.I shouldn't have kissed him.I should let him in... Arguing with myself seems pointless, yet I keep coming to the same conclusions. I toss and turn and sigh into the silent, dark room, puffing the pillow because, despite its depth, I still sink into it. The bed faces the window, looking out over the ocean, which is a huge blockade between this island and the freedom I could have had if not for giving up a perfectly presented chance for him, for Niko.I don't know why he has me so loyal to him. It's not like we've had a grea
Niko With her breathing ragged and her walls firmly erect, I stare in disbelief that I would be so bold as to ask her whathedid to her. I wouldn't say I like these secrets between us, and it's only day one. Day fucking one. But even though I want her to answer me, to reveal who he is and just what I have to punish him for, she doesn't grant me my desires for the second time. Fear lances through me, a new emotion rarely presented to me. I fear that these things she keeps inside could be a potential threat that puts her in danger. How can I care for her if I only know half the truth of her past? Demons tend to live in closets, falling out at a moment's notice. This gives me food for thought, and I realise I need to earn Bianca's trust to find out these things if only to put contingencies in place to protect her at all costs. Taking Bianca out back, I lead her to the hot tub directly below the shining moon, hidden by strategically positioned foliage that creates a barrier between
Continued: Reaching inside, I find I'm disappointed beyond words to find skimpy bikinis, baby doll dresses, swim shorts, and lounge pants for Niko. My face must be a picture of unhappiness because Niko laughs so loud that it resounds around the open space. "I don't think Dimitri wants us to stay clothed for long if you know what I mean," he chatters. "This dress is the most uncomfortable thing I have ever worn, and these will barely keep the chill of the air off my skin." "Perhaps that's the point," he grins, stroking a red babydoll between his thumb and forefinger. "May I have your shirt?" I blurt out, glowering at the audacity of myself. "My shirt?" "Yes, can I have your shirt? You can peel this dress from me, and then I'll soak in the tub before bed and wear your shirt over one of these bikinis. I'm tired, Niko..." "I was hoping to show you out back. The hot tub is situated perfectly." "Fine, I'll soak in that," I huff, grabbing for the gold bikini with a vastly larger am