Luca As Emma and her parents sat across from me at the dining table, I couldn't help but notice how perfectly she played the role of a gracious hostess. Even though her every word was a lie, she managed to maintain an air of polite attentiveness throughout the conversation. And even as she fussed over her younger sister Bianca, she exuded a calm and sweet demeanour that reminded me of the Emma I had once known. As I watched her, I couldn't help but wonder whether I was simply longing for the Emma of the past. Had she really changed so much, or was it just my perception of her that had shifted over time? I had missed out on so much of her life; her not being here for me to witness her growth and maturity is a mind fuck. I had always wanted to experience everything with her, yet fate had other plans, and now I'm presented with this regal lying princess with whom I always have a hard-on. Despite my conflicting thoughts, I do my best to focus on work after leaving Emma and Bianca in
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
Walking me to the bed, he places me down softly at the end of the mattress, leaning with me as he deposits me on my back. His arms lay on either side of my head as we kiss passionately, his tongue swiping against my own as we share the saliva living in our mouths. My hands find their way into his hair, fisting gently as a wave of pleasure flits through my lower stomach, making me attempt to close my legs finding that it's an impossibility with him between them. Luca takes that as his cue to laugh before pulling back, taking his lips and tongue to kiss down my throat, between my breasts. Overmy stomach."One day soon, this tummy will swell with our child, and I'll worship you at your feet for giving me my second reason to live," he whispers against the taught skin of my tummy."Your first?" I breathe."You, of course, Amore Mio.""Soon," I say with avid hope, jumping back to the thought of a child living within me. I think that's something we both want now, something I can be thankful
Emma"Luca—," I drag out as he slams me into our bedroom door carelessly. The night was a success, and I've officially agreed to work for his name much as I promised to remain by his side at our wedding, not that there was ever any cause for concern regarding protecting Luca's legacy. It's always been at the forefront of my mind; I've never needed convincing."Fuck you're so enticing, Bambina. Why did we fight for all those weeks?" He asks me as he kisses up the column of my neck beneath my chin, only to pull away and start on the opposite side of my neck from my clavicle to my ear. His beard ruffs against my skin, sending slight tingles through my neck."It was—fun," I admit shyly because, amid the heartbreak, I found some solace in connecting with Luca after so many years apart, even if it was unfavourably. "Oh, it was?" He asks, pulling back to stare at me with an incredulous look of confusion, but his hands never leave my waist, his fingers flexing as he says his following words.
“Very well, Franko. Perhaps you'll be my first enemy. How joyous," Emma laughs manically.So sexy..."You bitch, you haven't got that title yet. It belongs to Bianca; go lay down under your husband and stay in your place!""Enough," I growl unhappily. "Emma is the next Don Rossi. She'll be taking over in my name. All assets will pass between us, and we will rule with an iron fist over both cartels," I tell him, walking closer to where I grab his shoulder. Squeezing down, I have him turning into a bitch himself. "If I ever hear you talk to my wife like that again, you'llbe fertiliser formy plants.""Stop," Maria Densel, his mother, cried as I make him kneel at my feet."Do you understand, Franko?" I ask, ignoring her as I press hard on his clavicle."Yes," he spits through clenched teeth. "Very good, stay the fuck away from my wife and sister-in-law. And keep far, far away from me."Walking away, I note every damned person staring my way. They all look shocked that I'm letting the man
My father's home is filled with black-coat men who appraise Emma hanging on my arm and silent women who wish to be her. I watch with a clenched jaw and tick in my muscles as they look at her from head to toe with need or envy.I hate these men, hate that I have to work alongside them, but needs must, and I'd rather be breathing than dead in a ditch somewhere. And regarding the women, they should be jealous.I move my hold from Emma's hand to her waist, pulling her into my side as I attempt to stake a claim on her. But honestly, with the cartel, your wife never belongs to you, not really. This is one of the main reasons I'm choosing to have her lead. It'll be me in the firing line, so to speak, which is a vast improvement over potentially having her taken in an attempt to use her as leverage. My father's face flashes in the corner of the room illuminated by the many chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and my mother held closely to him, much as I'm holding Emma. His eyes appraise us
Luca"You look—ravishing," I whisper against the side of Emma's throat as I kiss my way down the column of her neck. She's freshly showered and tastes sweet like her body wash, which still resided in my bathroom cabinet even all these years later. It's sweet, like marshmallows, and reminds me of the old Emma. The one that smelt delicious out in the breeze. Nowadays, she uses a more floral body wash when she isn't stealing mine. She's wearing a full-length gown in deep emerald green. It splits up her right leg, opening at the thigh whenever she moves. A silent invitation if I've ever seen one. It makes me want to strip her and do unspeakable things until we fall asleep. But she's needed downstairs, and I'll be damned if she misses this ceremony for the second time in a row. We're at my parents' home, and she's in my childhood bedroom. The decor is the same, and my things remain untouched. A photo of us as teenagers stuck by her sits in the mirror before us. I stare back at us, admiri
Glancing upfront, my eyes clash with Mass's in the rearview mirror. Concern etches his face for me, something I wish he hadn't shown me. I glance out the window for the drive over to the airstrip. It's only a short fifteen minutes, the very same one I ran off to with Niko when I escaped the house Luca tried so desperately to cage me into. God, things have changed so much in such a short amount of time. As we pull onto the tarmac, I note the plane, a few cars, and four crates are being moved to be unloaded from the small private plane on the strip. "You go, I have a phone call to make," Luca encourages as Mass walks around the car to open my door for me.Though he takes out his phone, I presume he's making excuses for me to do the work. He's told me umpteen times that I must make a name for myself to prove my abilities. And I know this is all in the name of proving I'm capable, but the daunting task of revealing our wishes to his father seems overwhelming.Walking in step beside Mas
Emma Over the next week, Luca has an increasing number of jobs circulating from his father compared to the weeks before. I think this has to do with the two-week rule of marital bliss that any heir is given post-wedding before the run-up to their takeover. We are now spending the majority of our time driving around to docks and airstrips to intake the likes of drugs, weapons and girls.Luca has been deferring all decisions to me, even with his father's disgust, but I've been making them, and Luca has been acting on my suggestions. Dimitri's a very clever man, and there's no way he hasn't gotten wind of something shifting between Luca and me. I hope he doesn't take the news so badly that he makes a rash decision regarding my life because the possibility is high, especially in this line of work.This evening, we have a dinner at Dimitri's. Several of the Don will be in attendance, as I'm pledging myself to the Moretta name. This should have happened some time ago, but I ran off to Ge
He's playing cat and mouse with her, and usually, I would laugh, but he did agree to fucking marry her, and he ought to know if he were to have a fucking affair to keep it private. Bianca doesn't seem to know when to stop, her shrill scream filling the damn house as a sharp slap sounds like breaking glass.All quiet on their front, and for a moment, my interest in their little lover's tiff gets the better of me.I almost stand up; I envision glancing out of the dining room to find Bianca somehow overpowering one of Niko's many girls. Not that I think that would be a possibility. He has specific tastes, and all of his girls are on the heavier side of muscular. Bianca is so small, petite and fucking young compared to the type he usually brings home."Ooooh, little Bee. You shouldn't have fucking done that," Niko growls lowly, his voice menacing. A thud sounds, I presume him pinning Bianca to the wall. "Go, Andrea," he stipulates surprisingly. "I'll do it again, don't you worry. Any gi
Luca Something has changed in Emma. I can't quite put my finger on it, but the more I sit and stare at her as we eat dinner, the more I realise she's mulling things over that I honestly don't want inside her mind. They say your worst enemy is yourself, and I'm beginning to believe that.I've been brooding since Niko passed her those photos back in the docks. I know he was making a point of treating her above me, but the pair of us doing such things has made a rod for our own backs.Perhaps I was wrong for taking her with me today, but it was the lesser of two evils.Leave her here where Bianca could do anything she wished while I was away or take her to oversee the work that, one day, she'll eventually take over per my request.I hadn't particularly thought anything over beforehand, and now I'm questioning my decisions.Gritting my teeth, I suspend my fork, and the steak speared on it before me. Emma eats heartily, moving from each food group when the last disappears.We hadn't eaten