Luca
My mind is in disarray as I sauntered through the vast expanse of my property with purpose. I needed to find a place to gather my thoughts and sort out the turmoil that was raging inside me first. I had to entrap this liar to ensure she was kept far away from my secrets, and then I needed to get myself into check. The house is enormous, with more than twenty-eight bedrooms at my disposal, each more opulent than the last. I could have chosen any of them to deposit Emma in, but instead, I decided my bedroom was where she belonged. My bedroom was my sanctuary, my place of refuge. It was located in the far corner of the property, away from the hustle and bustle of the remainder of the house. It is a spacious room, three times the size of any other in the compound, and it boasted the most comfortable bed I had ever slept in. As I forcibly pushed her in, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. This was my domain, my safe haven, the one place where I could be myself and let my guard down and yet I just single-handedly tarred it with her presence, which strangely didn't irk me as it should have. My bedroom has always been off-limits. It is where I go to escape the world and its never-ending demands. It is where I can be alone with my deepest, darkest thoughts—thoughts that I have never shared with anyone else. My room is so private that not even my most trusted men or the women I spend my evenings with have ever set foot inside. It is a place that is strictly off-limits to everyone but me. However, despite all of this, I think I just made a decision that will haunt me every night for the rest of my life. I locked her in there—a woman who needed to be protected from harm—from me but who was now at risk of becoming my prey. I cannot help but wonder why I did it and what led me to make such a split-second decision with no thought of the fallout of my actions. As I storm back down the dimly lit hallway, the sound of my footsteps echoes off the walls. My heart is pounding in my chest, and my mind is racing. I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins, and my muscles are tense and ready for some sort of action. Niko, my most trusted man, is hot on my heels, his eyes wide with anticipation as I walk through the hall. "Luca, who was that?" he asks me, his voice low and urgent as if trying to decide if he needs to take action. I turn to face him, my eyes blazing with fury. "That was my worst mistake and biggest nightmare all rolled up into one delicious human being," I growl, my voice low and dangerous. "They think they can throw her at me to distract me from overtaking the organisation. Christ, how blatant can they get?" A fierce grin spreads across my face as I contemplate the idea of having Emma in my house, in my room, at my disposal. The things I want to do to her, the punishments I wish to mete out. But I know better than to be reckless. After all, my birthright is at risk if I allow her to overtake me once again. "That's Emma?" he asks, his brows raised in surprise. I feel a deep anger rising within me at the thought of anyone laying claim to her. Emma is mine, and no one else has the right to her as they do with any other woman under my rule. The growl that escapes me is low and menacing as if it comes from the depths of hell itself. I snarl at him, warning him to stay away from her. "I have no interest in your girl," he reassures me, holding his hands up in a gesture of innocence and taking two steps back. With a knowing look, he reminds me that he has his pick of the crop, that I give him any girl he desires, and that I am the facilitator. It's the same with the drugs and other illicit goods I deal in—I simply make it happen for those men who show me loyalty. As his words sink in, I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy and insecurity still, wondering if I'm honestly in control of this situation or if I'm just a pawn in this game that is my life. But I'm not stupid enough not to recognise that Emma's presence will change everything. As I pour the amber liquid into the waiting tumbler, I take a moment to observe the man before me. I assess him carefully, trying to read his expression and body language. It's almost as if he sensed my need for a drink, as two ice cubes are already sitting at the bottom of the glass, ready to chill the alcohol I'm about to pour myself. The sound of the liquid hitting the cubes is oddly soothing, and I take a deep breath before taking a sip. The warmth of the alcohol spreads through my body, calming my nerves and allowing me to focus on the man in front of me once again. He doesn't quiver or hesitate to breathe with a normal gait, for he knows I'll find nothing but truth in his eyes. I have nothing to worry about where he's concerned with Emma. But the others, perhaps not so much. They work hard, and I allow them to play just as hard, as long as they keep their eye on the game and serve me well. My mind couldn't help but wander to her. The way she moves, speaks, and laughs—everything about her had captivated me from the moment we met as children. "She's not my girl," I ensured to tell him with a deadpan look of disinterest even though every fibre of my being tells me that she is, in more sense than just the title. Yet I couldn't let anyone know how strongly I felt about her. My claim on her has never wavered; I promised myself I would trap her like a princess in a tower if my eyes ever landed on her again. And now, here she is, there she is in my bedroom, trapped just like a princess in a castle. The thought of having her all to myself was overwhelming, but I knew I had to be patient and play my cards right. It's pretty ironic, isn't it? She seems to be utterly oblivious to what she has gotten herself into. It's almost as if she has no idea of the magnitude of the situation. It's a bit concerning, to be honest, but hopefully, I'll sweep that carpet from under her, revelling in her shock and disbelief when I do. "Rumour has it that you will be wed before the months out. Things are rapidly changing, Luca. Your father wants you ready for the takeover before hostile enemies decide your empire is up for grabs whilst your head is in another game." "My father doesn't always get what he wants, this will be one of those things. My head is only in one game; she is of no significance," I grumble unhappily. Liar. She is the only significance! "Neither do you; you know this has obviously been in the pipeline for more years than you'd like to accept. And I hate to say it, one sample and you'll be gone. You've been in love with the Principessa for more years than you're willing to admit." "I can't help but wonder why she is now the most eligible bachelorette because, from where I'm standing, he had her sent away. He must have found fault in her before I did, and now I can't stop thinking about his reasoning for bringing her back," I drone. Fuck, I hate being this forthcoming. But who better to be emotional with than my number one? The truth is, I know deep down my father had a hand in sending her away without actually searching for the answer. I was a live wire, ready to make a show of the Don before my time to take over was even on the horizon. I ignored his pleas to follow the rules at every avenue in a show of defiance, and I took what wasn't mine to take. He punished me without a second thought, but now I wonder if he knows that I took it or if he just suspects that I was close to taking it. I need to finally find out the truth about what happened, but I don't know if I can trust anyone to help me without it getting back to him. "What is that look for?" Niko asks, his eyes alight with amusement. "I think it would be helpful to find out why she was sent away," I suggest to Niko, careful not to come across as demanding. I know he values our friendship and would never go against my wishes. Niko and I have been friends for as long as I've known Emma. However, I always felt that Emma was too innocent to be around the people who are now my closest men. But perhaps I was mistaken. If we had had a strong support system back then, maybe I wouldn't have lost her. "I understand if you can't do it, I won't hold it against you," I say with a shrug, but we both know that going against me has consequences. Those who cross me either end up in a shallow grave or disappear without a trace. Niko doesn't want to take that risk. "I'll do my best to find out. But I have to be careful, Luca. Some secrets are meant to stay buried," Niko warns me. "Let's hope that's not the case here," I mutter under my breath. Niko nods and leaves me to my thoughts. Part of me wants to storm into my room and confront her, but I know better than to let my anger control my actions. I refuse to let her dictate how I carry myself. Perhaps her worst punishment will be the lack of sexual gratification whilst I parade my more than insatiable appetite while ensuring she never has a man again. Instead of walking down to my room, I head through the hallways into my home office, where Mass, my number two, is inspecting a shipment of guns that are being verified to roll out by morning. Each has been hand-crafted and stamped with my emblem. As soon as I entered my office, I noticed Mass sitting on my desk with his boots on. My frustration boils over as I bark, "Get your boots off my fucking desk, Mass!" Without hesitation, I shove his legs off my desk, causing him to lose balance and spin in the office chair. He manages to catch himself with his boot to the side of my desk and looks up at me sheepishly. I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down as I begin to survey the room, and my eyes fall on a collection of weapons in the corner. I walk over to them and ask Mass, "I assume these have homes to get to?" He nods, "Yes, they'll be out of your hair no later than 10 pm tonight." "Very good," I say, trying to sound composed, "get on that. A timely arrival means no money will be withheld." I can't help but smile facetiously, knowing that Mass won't want any deductions from his pay for transporting such sensitive shipments to their rightful owners. As Mass reaches out to take the boxes, the other two beneath him offer their assistance. They quickly and efficiently transfer the boxes from one set of hands to the other as everyone involved silently communicates with each other through practised movements and gestures. Once the task is complete and they've taken the shipment out of my office, the three of them disperse. I am left alone in the now empty office, surrounded by the silence that follows the brief flurry of activity. Taking this opportunity to rest and clear my mind, I sit down and try to focus on nothing in particular. However, my thoughts inevitably drift towards memories of Emma, and I find myself lost in recollection of the last time we spent together. The soft swell of her breasts as I dragged her cami over her head, the dip between both hips where her weight was less than par as I laid her back on my bed. Me fumbling with my cock, not really knowing what the fuck I was doing with it other than knowing I needed to shove my way home inside her slick channel while taking her innocence on my terms and not my father's. The way her back arched off the bed as I shoved myself inside her without due care and diligence, a small and quiet whimper at the pain of me forcing my way through the silly bit of tissue that proved her innocence. I lasted not much longer than five spaced thrusts. And I sure as shit know she found no pleasure in our communion. I never took the time to appreciate her body, too complacent in ensuring she found pleasure first because of my own needs ruling my mind. Yet, as a kid back then, pulling my shaft from between her plump lips with blood staining my length made me feel all man. If only I knew then what I know now. It was then I resolved to make her mine forever, taking her home promptly, kissing her before tucking her inside her bedroom that her parents had believed she had been in for the prior thirty minutes. Only moments after I had returned home, I asked my uncle—not by blood—to steal the ring my grandmother left me to give to my future wife. Of course, that may have been why my father sent her away; only time will tell. My knife flings from my hand as the office door opens, my eyes blinking back to the present and the familiarity of the oak wood, dark walls and alcohol-clad shelves. I watch its blade enter the wood of the door frame right beside Niko's face. "The fuck?" He hisses with widened eyes and a whole bunch of shock. I haven't seen him swallow that harshly before. "Don't sneak up on a snake; you won't like the bite," I grumble unhappily. "I knocked three times as per instruction," he frowns. "Did you?" I question sourly, noting just how engrossed I was in my mind. "Perhaps it's time for bed; the quicker she's out of your system, the better," he shrugs. "Things like that only come after matrimony is witnessed," I echo my father's words from many years ago, wincing as I do. "Perhaps... either way, you need sleep; the shipment of women will arrive in the docks come five am, andyou need to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. You know a shipment this big brings around its own problems." "You're right..." "As always, Luca, and I'm right about her too; the quicker you retaste that delicacy, the better." "You're wrong where she is concerned. I won't surface before you need me. She's a drug to be devoured, and one hit won't be enough. It's best left for a week I have no shipments at all." Not that I'm planning on taking her until the need arises. As per my estimation, I believe that we have approximately a year or two before my father starts pressuring me to give him a grandchild and myself an heir. "Really, that long?" he asks with a feigned outrage. I stood up from my desk, smirking as I glanced at the clock on my wall. I had been sitting at my desk, lost in thought for almost an hour, which explained why my number one came searching for me. As we make our way through the walls to the wing of the house where I reside, I turn to Niko, the only person I trust to venture this far. "The shipments left?" I inquire, my voice tinged with a hint of anxiety. Although I have complete faith in Niko's capabilities, the thought of anything going wrong with these crucial deliveries makes me uneasy every time. As we approach the door of the parlours at this end of the hallway, I instinctively place my hand on Niko's chest to halt our progress. This is the only part of the house that I consider genuinely mine, and I'm adamant that it remains untainted by the unsavory aspects of my upbringing. Despite my best efforts to separate the two sides of my life, the reality of my work and personal life often collide in ways that I can't control. So I have a clear divide in carpet to ensure my men know where my domain lies and that I'm off duty when in this part of my compound. "I presumed you would want me to lock the door with the pair of you inside." "Why would you presume that, Niko?" "She must be locked inside now. Otherwise, a girl of her status would have left hours ago on the rampage to leave." "She's here of her own free will." "If you say so..." he tells me. His eyes dancing somewhere between playfulness and a smirk of disbelief. Does he really believe I would force her to be here? I approach the door and turn around to address him. "No need to lock the door; I'll do it from within," I say steadily. "This is my only safe haven, and no one crosses the line," I point down to the division in the carpet. The division is clear and striking, with my black carpet starkly contrasting with the house's original blue carpet. Niko nods in response to my request, and I turn back to the door. I reach inside my trousers to collect the key to my room, which I keep on a friendship bracelet that Emma made for me when she was just six years old. The memory of that day floods my mind, her sweet, angelic face and those big blue eyes that captured my heart at first sight. I couldn't help but smile as I remembered how she had run towards me in excitement, eagerly trusting me with the hideous bracelet on my wrist. With the key in hand, I enter my room, lock the door behind me, and finally feel safe. "There," she had said. "We're best friends now." Christ Luca! Get a fucking grip! She isn't that innocent girl who only had eyes for you anymore. I slip the key back into my pocket, ready to head to my bed, when I notice it empty. Panic sets in as I start scanning the room frantically, hoping to glimpse Emma. It's almost 10:45 pm, and Emma should be sleeping by now. As I continued my search around the room, I finally spotted her in my armchair, which had been pulled away from the desk. Emma sits sideways, her knees pulled to her chest, lost in thought. She's wearing one of my favourite white dress shirts, the sleeves rolled up around her forearms. Despite the familiarity of the shirt, it looks different on her- more relaxed and carefree. As I take a deep breath, my heart rate gradually slows down, and I gaze at her with a sense of calmness, with my eyes partially closed. I can't help but notice the remarkable transformation in her features. The lines that were evident on her face have vanished, making her look ten years younger. Her appearance takes me back to the days when life wasn't as challenging as it is now. Her blonde hair is tied in a messy bun, revealing her exquisite features. High cheekbones, a scattering of beautiful freckles on her face, pouty lips, and a well-defined chin define her beauty. Her unusual blonde beauty has always stood out from the crowd of typical Italian women. Brown eyes and dark hair were the norm around us, but she was the exception. She takes after her English mother through and through. Her looks have always disfavored Bianca, her sister, from the day she was born. Despite this, she has always carried herself confidently, and her beauty remains undeniable. A disgrace to our origins, according to some, but I never saw her white blonde hair as nothing more than a beautiful halo surrounding her head like the prettiest angel sent down from heaven to tempt me. As I lift her up in my arms, I try my best not to disturb her peaceful sleep. Slowly and gently, I lay her down on my bed. My heart swells with love and admiration as I gaze at her sleeping form. The soft rise and fall of her chest is a soothing rhythm to my ears, and I can't help but notice the delicate vein running alongside her neck, pulsing with the beat of her heart. In that moment, I am struck by the sheer beauty of life and the miracle of its existence within the person I thought I had lost forever. A feeling of awe and gratitude fills my heart. I know I will cherish this moment forever; after all, my mind has wandered down many treacherous paths since she left. I do the single worst thing imaginable as I kiss the pulse in her neck, which makes her move; her head lols to the side to allow me more access, dislodging the shirt from her collar bone, in turn, showing me where a puckered white line looks garish against her once perfectly unblemished skin. "Oh, bambina," I choke on anger. "I'll kill whoever left this scar, mark my words," I promise.EmmaAs my eyes flutter open, I am greeted by the sun's dazzling rays streaming through the two glass doors. These doors lead out onto a balcony ideally placed to face the rising sun, illuminating the multiple hills that rest beyond the locked doors.Despite the beauty of the outside world, I feel trapped and confined within these walls. I long to step out onto the balcony to inhale the crisp night air, but last night, when I tried the doors, I discovered they were locked. I could have tried to use the pins in my hair to pick the lock and escape, but the risk posed by the men guarding the house made me hesitant and the man who holds my heart even more so.As I lie here, I reminisce about the countries we have lived in over the years. The United Kingdom has always held a special place in my heart because of him, and I am grateful to be back. The cool English air is a welcome change from the hot and humid weather I have experienced elsewhere. The countryside here is unparalleled; even m
LucaAs I drive to the docks on the south coast, the silence around me is suffocating. My mind is a whirlwind of emotions, causing my outer layer to appear angry and agitated. The air feels icy and dry, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.Last night, I couldn't sleep a wink. I lay next to Emma as she slept peacefully, my fingers straying one too many times to the random silver scars glittering under the moonlight. As I traced them with my fingers, my mind was filled with questions—how did she get these scars? Who put them there? And why?With each new scar that I found, my anger grew more substantial. A hit list began to form in my mind - her parents for not protecting her, their men for failing to do the same, and the person or people who put those scars there to begin with. I'd miserably failed the one promise I made Emma when she was six years old."I'll always protect you, Blondie," the words return to me on repeat.I couldn't help but feel a desperate urge to shake Emm
EmmaThe pain I feel is not just physical. It's a deep emotional hurt that I'm struggling to shake off. The memory of his face twisted in disgust as he pushed me away still lingers in my mind. I can't help but feel hurt and rejected.But it's not just that. The sight of him covered in blood sent a wave of fear through me. I was scared that he was hurt and that he might fall unconscious at any moment. My heart raced as I tried to help reassure him as any mafia wife should, but he pushed me away like I was nothing.Our time apart has done more damage than I could have imagined. Our fathers' decision to separate us has caused us nothing but pain and heartache. It's unfair that we have to suffer the consequences of their actions.If they had left us alone, we could have lived happily together. We could have had a family, something that we've always wanted. We wanted to have a child before Luca was passed down the family business so that we could enjoy our young family without the fear and
LucaAfter taking that shower, I couldn't help but realise how much self-control I had to exercise to keep myself from getting too close to Emma; it would only take one small decision to fall at her feet and allow her the control she used to have over me. I know I shouldn't be feeling this way, but it's difficult when my heart tells me to give her another chance. The problem is that Emma seems to be hiding something from me, which is making it hard for me to trust this new version of her. Despite this, I can't shake off the feeling that she deserves a second chance after all.The pain is still raw, even after six long years. It's as if it happened yesterday, and the memories of her leaving me are still vivid in my mind. She ripped my heart out and splattered it on the floor, leaving me to pick up the pieces and try to make sense of what happened. And yet, here she is, acting like nothing has changed. Seeing her act like everything is fine is infuriating, as if she didn't just shatter
EmmaAfter being invited to breakfast, I stupidly thought perhaps things were changing and that Luca would now start to treat me as he should. Yet it was as if he had set out to hurt me, and I foolishly allowed him to continue doing so for the rest of the day. The pain was so intense that I retreated to his room, sulking and nursing my wounds alone. I even called out to Anna, treating her like she was only there to cater to my needs. I asked her to bring me mountains of chocolate, hoping to help ease the pain.As I sat there in bed, I devoured bar after bar, trying to find solace in the sweet and creamy goodness. The words that Luca had hurled at me kept playing over and over again in my mind like a broken record.I couldn't help but wonder aloud, "Does he really hate me so much that he doesn't even want to give me the wedding I deserve? Every girl deserves a wedding to remember..."I couldn't believe how ruthless he had become. It was as if I didn't even know him anymore.The night w
LucaI'm rapidly losing control of the situation and putting Emma in the firing line and off-side, which seems stupid, even in my eyes.I walked back to the bedroom to tell her I was sorry. Yet, I found her talking to her father, obviously having a means of communication with him. Her begs for him to take her home hurt my chest, making the hollow cavity ache even more than it was a few days ago before she arrived back in my life.I'm unsure why I presumed she had no phones or devices she could call him on; after all, she is a Rossi.I leave the bedroom for a second time in as many minutes fucking livid as hell, but this time at myself for hurting her.She wants to leave, and it's all my fault.I finally reentered my office to see Stephan and Isaac looking at me with wide and assessing eyes. I've never had a whore here before, but the truth is she isn't a whore, and she told them as much.These two goofballs have been more than just hitmen of mine; they've become somewhat excellent fri
EmmaAs I made my way towards the door, the man inside the office Luca just left summoned me to enter. Even though I felt hesitant, I knew I had to go in; if not for following instructions, I'd do it to ensure Luca had what was coming to him. Anyway, I had heard through small talk that this man was Luca's number one, and it would be beneficial to have him on my side if I ever wanted to gain a foothold in Luca's life.The man introduced himself as Niko and held his hand for a greeting, but I was not in the mood for pleasantries. I ignored his outstretched hand and walked past him into the office. My father had always taught me that I was worth more than an outstretched hand in greeting, and I was not about to let anyone make me feel otherwise.As I looked around the room, I quickly assessed the layout and noted any potential escape routes or hiding places. The room was rather bland, with only a single desk with no hiding place, an open chair, and a small filing cabinet. The only other
LucaEmma surprises me by attending training again at six o'clock the following morning. Her presence was a commodity, one that made my men excited due to the fact this deviated from their routine.I watch, enthralled, as she works her way through my men, yet as tired as I am, her abilities irk me. I failed to go to bed last, knowing that the money she squandered out of me on the pretence of her having the wedding she deserves has made me want to make her submit below me just for the slight loss to be worth it. The more time I spend in her presence, the more I want to fuck her. It doesn't help that since that night my father forced her onto me, I haven't had any sexual encounters at all. A man has needs—I have needs, but it seems this man has a future wife to tend to them, so the need to have a whore has diminished. Not to mention, I finally have Emma back after years of thinking the worst happened to her and her family.Even so, despite the fact her virginity is already taken, somet
"We'll be moving out in five minutes," the man with no name notes as he begins untying the boat from the dock."Are you okay?" I ask Bianca as I sit beside her. I didn't particularly want to sit; I'd have preferred to stand guard over her, but I wanted to conceal the fact that I'd unholstered my gun, slid the safety back, and aligned my finger, ready to pull the trigger at a moment's notice.Neither she nor the man notices my move, and I use my tuxedo blazer to cover my gun, which is lying under the material in the direction of the man before us.I'll be damned if my wife dies so soon after I claimed her as my own."Why does this feel all sorts of wrong?" Bianca answers my question with a question. Her voice is barely audible, making me wonder if she feels the same things as I do now."Because we didn't plan this," I shrug."Would he send us here to die?" She asks me."No. He needs me," I whisper."Would he send me here to die? Are you to end me here on his island where no one will fi
Niko By the end of the day, with moonlight guiding us out of the plane and into the awaiting car, Bianca and I have found some common ground to make our journey easier.I guide her into the back seat, nodding to Dimitri's men as they load a handful of shopping bags into the boot in a quiet manner.Nothing is said, but I presume that's Dimitri's doing. His driver takes us through the mainland and over to the docks, where a boat waits for us. Bianca has long since fallen asleep against my shoulder, the skirt of her dress acting as a blanket between us. I'm roasting, but I have no choice but to sit as still as possible as I'm what you call nap-trapped.I think over the day, the lacklustre ceremony and the complete absence of an after-party. We didn't even get to sit down for the planned meal, nor did we get to the speeches, which, of course, I was looking forward to, considering Mass was the one to be giving us a speech. Honestly, what did he come up with, considering our relationship
Continued:Grinding my teeth, I force myself to mount the metal steps. The heat of the air around the plane instantly clings to my skin, and perspiration spreads across my body as the hefty material still surrounds me. I hadn't thought of how it would pose a hindrance. I wish I had clothes to change into, but we didn't pack, and I wonder if there's a change of clothes here for the pair of us. Time is of the essence. Just go, Bee! I snarl internally. Indecision falters my brain process, leaving me standing on the threshold between freedom and a life shackled in chains. I stay. My gaze darts back to Niko, so unsuspecting that he's sleeping on the chair opposite the one I should be sitting in. I study him, floating to him easier than I tried to leave. His face is clean-shaven, his skin bronzed, just like mine. His dark brown, almost black hair is pushed back, with product sitting proudly but kemp. With his eyes closed and in his state sleep-like, he's missing the constant frown li
Bianca Our conversation had me tripping. Niko's words confounded me but also resonated with a version of myself deep inside, making me wonder if I could truly find happiness with him, considering he's already willing to become my protector. Dimitri's words play over and over in my mind. His assumption that Niko was a gift over a burden had me staring at Niko in disbelief. I'm sure my mouth was hanging open, my jaw touching the floor. My face must have been a vision, not that Niko mentioned anything or pointed it out. The flight to Europe, Italy, Cantazaro, to be exact, was turbulent yet short. I hate flying, the insecurity that a flight brings you, the uncertainty of your future the whole time you're in the air. So the moment we touched down, I sighed a breath of relief. But that also left me wondering what the hell I should be doing now. The pilot and her co-pilot left the aircraft, walking down the steps onto the tarmac while Niko and I remained sitting in the chairs. He had
Continued: She shakes her head slowly, her brain obviously refuting my proposal, yet she doesn't voice her reluctance, which means a part of her, no matter how small, wants me back, and I can work with that. Expand on it. "It's our wedding night—evening. I want you, Bee. I've wanted you all week." "No—," she squeaks. "What did I tell you about that word?" I ask gruffly. I drop her foot, placing it down on the floor. And I follow it, kneeling at her feet like a man possessed. "It's a dirty word," I grin. "One punishable by denial." "And what did I tell you?" She asks. "I'm your husband, Bee. I have needs. Needs that you haven't met." "They're not my responsibility..." she whines, yet there's playfulness in her eyes that I suddenly want to play against. "So when you want to get off, is your need not my responsibility?" I counter her. "No." "You sure about that? You sure you don't want me to help you along?" I ask, skating my fingers up the inside her thighs that are spread in
Niko Bianca sits across from me as we taxi down the runway to take off for this impromptu honeymoon I hadn't expected to take. She looks worn and tired, yet she lounges back in her wedding dress so unladylike that I can't imagine doing anything but spend this time looking and appreciating the vision before me. She's comfortable even if she should be anxious and wary. I was swept up in my own emotions, so I brooded opposite her, remaining stoic and quiet as I assessed Bianca in her calm state. She is beautiful and breathtaking. I'm honoured to have stood up there beside her, making vows to remain beside her for the rest of our lives. I hadn't expected to feel so overwhelmingly possessive of her, and I hadn't expected to lose my shit the moment Franko goaded me to get that exact reaction. She didn't want to marry, andthat much is evident, but does shetrulydislike being with me? And does she want to be with a man like Franko, who obviously favours his father's tendency to treat wome
Continued: I press my thighs together at the sudden intrusive thoughts of needing Niko. "Keep staring at me like that, and we won't get as far as the bonnet of this fucking car," he tells me. A small smile now plays on his lips. Is he playing with me just for kicks? "I wasn't staring. I was listing out the things I hate about you," I lie, turning to stare at the plane waiting for us to board it. Now, a smile plays at my lips—a large smile because I know he knows I'm bluffing. "Is that so?" He questions humorously. He shifts beside me, but I avoid looking his way to see what he's doing. "Yup. Just tallying up the things I despise about my now husband so I can memorise each and every one." "You're something else, Bee." "Never claimed to be perfect like Emma," I shrug nonchalantly. "I wouldn't want you to be anything but yourself. They're ready. Come on?" He requests. Turning, I note he's outside of the car, holding his hand out for me that I take, unwillingly, of course
Bianca Niko is unsettled, his leg bouncing beside mine as he stared upfront while one of Luca's men drove us out of Dimitri's drive. The irony is upon me that I came here a Rossi, and I'm leaving a Costa. It's nerve-wracking and upsetting. It's also exciting and sordid. Niko's warning that my use of the word 'no' plays in my mind. I wonder what would have happened if we had been alone five to ten minutes more. There's so much that remained unsaid in those moments before we were interrupted. There's so much Niko could have done. For a moment, he scared me. It seems my virginity might have been a buffer between Niko wanting and taking what he wanted. Would he really have fucked me here in the back seat of the car? The driveway gives way to the forest surrounding the roads between Dimitri's and Luca's, and I find myself lost in the sea of green and brown foliage that mesmerises me. I'm a married woman now, and the thought is strange and foreign. As I process this in my
Continued: "How about fuck off?" Niko spits angrily before turning us away and walking us to Dimitri. "We're out of here," he spits so lowly that his voice reverberates through my bones. "You should sort that out before I do." "Your wedding is not over," Dimitri warns quietly and calmly. "It's done when I say it's done. We've married, you have what you want. I won't stay here and allow him to verbally abuse my wife before all these people," Niko states, taking my hand and lacing our fingers together before he turns us away. Everyone parted, making room for us to leave. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, knowing everyone had heard exactly what Franko said. It's obvious he's planted seedlings of doubt within the minds of every guest here. "Niko," I whimper, anxious to be gone already. Needing to find the protection only he seems to give me. "It's okay," he mumbles quietly, obviously trying to reassure me as I stumble to keep up with his quick steps. He leads me outside