I can almost see the grin on his face, the emotion carrying through his voice. He's been holding onto that little ticket since allowing his father to live. Not that I'm sure Niko won't go and kill the man just to get out of this request. "Fine, Father, but I won't force him. Neither will Emma." "This has nothing to do with Emma. It's best to keep her out of these situations. And he has no choice; the decision has been made. I'll tell him when we deliver the men to your compound. The wedding will be set for a few weeks; I'll have word spread tonight. Everyone will know come sunrise." "That soon?" I point out. And keeping Emma out of such decisions won't bode well once she takes over from me: I wonder how he will feel when I reveal it won't be me taking over from him. I know Emma hasn't technically agreed just yet, but once her men are here and she sees how they follow her command, I'm sure her hand will be tipped concerning her agreeing to my proposal. I'm banking on her agreeing.
"What's she doing here?" I ask, looking briefly at Bianca. "She will be returning with you; I've agreed to pay for her wedding as long as she keeps it traditional and plans it promptly." "She doesn't deserve—." "I've agreed," my father cuts me off. "Fine, but Niko and Emma are clueless. She stays with you until we collect their men." "Very well," my father nods. Pushing Bianca back inside the car. "See you there, Luca." Setting off again, we follow my father's cars to Rossi's second home. It's a grand house set on the hillside with acres of land surrounding it. Emma instantly perks up upon seeing it, and funnily enough, her men allow us entry as soon as she talks through the tannoy at the front gates. Driving down the long, winding driveway, Emma perks up even more. She obviously feels at home being here amongst her home and men. This makes me wonder how often she spent time here over the last six years, not a stone's throw away from my home. Has she been that close on
EmmaHaving my father's men bend to their knees in a show of respect is the most anxiety-inducing moment of my life. Here are seventy-three men claiming me above my sister when, in all fairness, it's her that's deserving of such titles as the Don. The decision was unanimous, and part of me gladly accepts the challenge of taking the title from Bianca as she stands by watching her future be flushed down a proverbial drain.In cases like this, when the firstborn daughter is married off, it's usually a matter of the second to set things in motion and for the men to choose their next leader. And right here and now, they've chosen me.The walk around my father's home is sobering. The men and women here have been in limbo for the last few days with no contact from my father or sister, making them uncomfortable and anxious. They all seem exuberant to have me here as I speak with the women, play with the children, and hold the babies.Everyone seems reassured by my presence, and that makes me
"So you then?" I note."He didn't like me kneeling at your feet," Luca sighs. "I haven't told him about my proposal just yet. He believes a man like me owes no one respect.""He's not going to go for it, you know?" I point out with a frown as we walk side by side, hand in hand. Bianca notes us then, bristling into the moody counterpart of my sister, whom I met only a few days ago. I would ask her what her problem is. Usually, I would try to fix it, but she's far from in my good books. And her insignificant mood seems to be the last thing I need to tend to. But even so, a strange part of me still thinks of her as my innocent little sister who needs protection from our harsh world."Let's get back in the car; we have much to plan and figure out. My father's coming home with us; we'll set the plan in motion and get things rolling. It's best to deal with this in a timely manner, Bambina. Leaving it too long to reveal your father's death will only cause more problems in the long run.""I k
"You must be wondering why I've called you all in here," Dimitri says solemnly, his gaze penetrating each of us as he looks around the room. Clasping his hand before him, he smirks when his gaze lands on Niko, who's not paying attention as he chews gum in the corner of the room. "It seems I now have secrets that need to remain hidden, a promise that I have recently realised I have no intention of keeping. Emma," he talks loudly for us all to hear. His tone is demanding and powerful. Our gazes meet as I turn my attention to him as he calls my name."Yes?""You'll need to keep your men in line and ensure they keep the blood pact your father and I had a secret. It's imperative to your relationship that you do this.""Blood pact? Okay—" I frown."Bianca," he turns to her ignoring my question, calling her name with malice. "You, dear child, must also keep those secrets silent. You'll be answering to me from now on. So you see, that's why I need to keep you in my organisation. I cannot trus
Luca Emma walks unsteadily out of my office as I stay back with Bianca, who is quite frankly growing to be a thorn dug deep in my side. I can't believe she'll be living here after all. And I cannot fathom Niko's upset at being demanded to marry her. He does owe my father, though, and when you owe a debt, it can be cashed in at any given moment, like a pendulum swinging above your head, slowly dropping until one day, it falls like a guillotine ready to end your life. Niko begged for his father's life, and much as my father has allowed Bianca to live, he allowed Costa to live. But in return, Niko swore to silence and knew he owed my father. I'm sure he thought that he'd never have to repay that token—yet the day has come, and his words bind him from years ago. He'll argue, I know he will, but in the end, he will do as asked because that's the future he chose. And I can do nothing about it, even if I wanted to help Niko. "Up," I spit at Bianca, walking towards her with my hand out,
Closing the door behind me softly, I ensure to take down the few dressing gowns off the back of the door, dumping them on the chair by the desk. I intend to use the mirror; I want to watch her watch me fuck her. Her attention barely flits from her book as I stalk towards the bed, and even less so when I start to strip with a serious face and dark eyes ready to devour her. Her disinterest mildly annoys me, but I don't allow it to dampen my mood fully. Smirking, I grab her ankle, pulling softly. Her body falls flat, her book forgotten, as she giggles with her arms flailing. "Luca?" She questions, my name coming out more of a breath than a spoken word. I drag her down the bed enough so that I see she's wearing nothing to cover her pussy. Fuck, my mouth waters. "I want you, wife!" "Have me then," she replies, biting her lip as if she's got exactly what she wanted. Ah, did she dress like this, hoping I wanted her? Well, it worked, more than worked. I would have preferred to find
"Please, Luca. More—." "Tell me how you want it?" "You, in—inside me," she stammers. "My fingers?" I ask, moving them back and forth, watching her arousal stretch between us as I tease her once again. "No..." "Then what?" "Your—." "My?" "Cock. I want your cock," she tells me quietly. Ashamedly. "I love your blush, Bambina. But you need to embrace your sexuality. I like my girls dirty." "I'm your only girl," she scowls. "I like you dirty," I correct myself, reaching for her. Aiding her into the doggy position, I face her at the bedroom door. Then I take my place behind her. I watch her in the mirror as she realises there's a reflection of us before us. I smile, knowing she's probably way out of her comfort zone. "You're going to watch me fuck you, and I want to see your eyes when you come," I stipulate. She nods, keeping her eyes on me as I fist my cock ready to line up at her entrance. She scrunches the bedsheet as I push my way inside slowly, her mouth parting. Her tee
Continued:My entrance is dramatic, and I twist my ankle. Barely containing the yelp of pain as hands steady me. "Careful," Niko warns as his hands grab my shoulders. Righting me, he strokes my cheek and kisses my forehead. Then he leaves me, moving for Alexandra, who is sitting on one of the kitchen stalls in the middle of the kitchen. I watch Niko closely tie her to the stall, ensuring her hands and legs are immobile.I'm itching to turn every light off and cut out all light for anyone searching for something to guide their way here, to me.The seconds tick by until he's finished, and I slap every light switch to swamp us in darkness when he begins to stand."Bee?" He questions me as the house falls into darkness. The silence around us stretches out only as far as Alexandra's laugh allows. She knows, god, she knows that they're coming. "Isaw lightout at sea," I whisper to Niko. "She's guiding them here. I'm sure of it!" I tell him desperately, knowing he probably won't believe m
BiancaThings are escalating so quickly, and I'm at a complete loss for words. I don't know what to do with the information safely stowed away in my bra. It is burning my skin. It's begging me to reveal it, knowing deep down that we need to acknowledge the fact that a Densel was seemingly working against one of their own with the likes of another man's wife, who just so happens to be one of the top three rulers of our kind.I'm sure Niko could make more heads over the tail of it himself, but I don't want to give away the game for Alexandra only to win with the upper hand. Because she knows, she knows what Benji was doing there, and she might be the fucking key for the downfall headed our way. Now, whether Benji is the one she is hinting at or if she is hinting at Mitchel is above me right now.Anxiety rolls through me, and a sixth sense begs me to accept the truth. They were working together, but for what and why? And more importantly, who?So, I defer. I accused her of cheating des
Continued: Sighing and gritting my teeth in annoyance, I begin to unbutton my shirt in a hurry. Shifting it off my shoulders, I hold it out to Alexandra with a stern look of annoyance, willing her to take it without saying thank you. Sven chuckles from the back of the boat. He's far enough away that his chuckle comes at me quietly, but I hear it anyway as I make eye contact with him. He never did appreciate having morals. "Thank you," Alexandra eagerly takes my shirt, wrapping it around herself, proving she was trying her damned hardest to conceal the fact she was indeed very cold. I train my gaze away from her lack of attire, aware that my staring might well upset Bianca, and I far from want to create that distance between us. Not after we've come so far in our relationship. "I think you need to start talking, Alexandra," I finally demand with a low undertone, my voice as menacing as I can make it. I want to instil as much fear as I can to successfully seek the answers I need. Bu
Niko The short ride to the private dock is tense and, quite frankly, unnerving as I try to remain stoic and quiet after saving Alexandra and nearly losing Bianca in the process. I want to ask Bianca exactly what happened and how she came to be in that room alone with no one holding her there as I thought I'd find, but I cannot fathom asking these questions in the earshot of Sven, and perhaps even Alexandra. I need to judge whether the pair of them are safe, and I definitely need to gauge whether Alexandra is a threat. How did she know that Bianca would be in that room, and would she tell me if she had planned to abduct her alongside the Densels? I'm sure I've mentioned it before, but the Densel dabble in illegal requirements of girls, even by the mafia's sordid morals and not one family knows the coordinates of any one of their bases. Most girls, if not all, disappear without a trace after they are handed over to the Densels. It's quite literally as if they vanish into thin air
Continued:"Stop calling me Bambi.""Don't you like to be reminded of who you belong under, Bee?" "Benji, I—."Surprisingly, he pushes past me, heading for the opened suitcase on the bed. He shoves a few loose articles inside, then walks off to bathroom returning with a wash bag that goes in too.I blink, like a retard. What in the hell?"Don't play games with me, Bambi. Sit down," he scowls at his hands, speaking in the same tone as before. And yet his whole demeanour changes. He drops the knife on the bed, disregarding it as if it hurt him to hold it up to me.I frown at the door I'm still stood before and I talk in a genuinely frightened and confused voice."Okay, okay. Where do you want me?" I ask."There," he point to the desk."I'll sit," I tell him, moving with my hand before me to show I'm playing his game. Even if it seems demented at this point. I walk to the desk, and I see a notepad and pen supplied by the hotel. Taking the pen I write down on the notepad.What the fuck i
BiancaNiko executed his plan very promptly leading me and grabbing the girl as we compiled out of the small door that led us back here in the first place. But things don't continue as expectedly when I start to veer off from Niko with the encouragement of a hand that surely isn't his."Let go of me," I hiss in pain as I'm dragged by the wrist through the crowd of people. The hand holding my wrist is cold, and unlike Niko's warm and inviting touch, I recoil very quickly from the individual leading me away. I try to turn away using my weight as a tool to pivot in the direction I want to head in, my aim is to head back to the group of people that are now lingering outside the door. Back to Niko, back to safety but my feet lose purchase on the floor, my body being lifted quite easily as if I weighed nothing.The strong smell of aftershave fills my nostrils, a stark reminder of him, of Don Densel."Let me go! Let go of me," I begin to shout.Pushing away from the body I find myself crus
Continued: Fuck, I knew bringing her here would mean trouble. No girl enters the den if not to be sold. "Stop," I hiss at Alexandra's struggles as I circle in a hurry. The weight of her stare has me wilting, yet I cannot concentrate on protecting her as I should. I should be hurrying her out of the hotel, getting her into the getaway car. Yet I'm failing my job because of Bianca's whereabouts. "Niko?" Alexandra's voice shows her confusion as she looks up from where my hand is crushing her wrist to my face. I allow myself one moment to look her in the eye, and then I continue to look around the dispersing people for Bianca but not before I see her shoulders square up rather than drop in relief. "Yes, it's me. Please stop trying to get away from me. I've lost Bianca," I worry aloud. "She's over there with Mr Densel," she points out. I halt, turning the way she looks as I see the tail end of Densel leading Bianca through a door at the back of the restaurant's main room, much as I l
NikoI barely had enough time to glance at Alexandra's way, let alone devise a plan with Bianca to lure her away from that table and to safety. I took too long entertaining Bianca and failing to ignore the men's stares when, in fact, I should have been devising a quick escape plan as per my brief.I start thinking of big distractions. Having something like a fire creates chaos seems the best bet. We could grab her as everyone rushes to safety, but the Densels obviously do not want to play around.This Passover seems to be happening far quicker than many before it, and Alexandra is in serious danger of being lost to the Densels.No one has a clue about their bases or where they take their girls, but they live off the grid somewhere protective, and no soul has breathed a word of their whereabouts in years. I've lost a fair few girls, and none have ever shown up afterwards so I fear that's the reasoning for the lack of information. And unfortunately each girl is a life etched into my bra
Continued: Again, I feel the weight of each gaze around the room. Are they seriously waiting for me to eat so they can perve on me some more? I push aside my discomfort and begin to eat. My mind replays our conversation, and I get the intense feeling of needing to push Niko on the subject of his private work. What's their deal, anyway? "There she is," I note, seeing one of Ivarni's sons holding onto a girl's bicep. She looks far from in perfect condition. Despite ample make-up, there's a noticeable darkened mark around her lip as evidence she's been maltreated unacceptably. Her blonde hair screams fake, especially against her tanned skin, and she looks highly dishevelled. Niko tips his beer up, and now I see why he ordered a drink with such a big glass. His movements are half hidden by the fact that he's drinking, but of course, he looks back their way as I try to place the girl's face. Her name is in the back of my mind, yet I struggle to recall it or who she is. But I recognise