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
EmmaLuca lends me his office when the planner arrives. She's obviously Italian. Her sun-kissed skin and brown hair proved that before her mouth even opened, but her greeting in Italian, stating her name was Alessandra, further supported my thoughts.I should be ecstatic that I'm planning my wedding day, but after this morning and the memory of the knife I pulled on Luca, my thoughts have been spiralling into the depths of my own hell.Why did I reach for my knife?And why the fuck did I press so hard that a line appeared in crimson over his neck?I'm spiralling when she sets things on the desk I'm sitting behind. Luca's smell is surrounding me, and though that should be comforting, it isn't."Luca instructed me that the invites must be delivered no later than tomorrow morning. I have a list of important families he wants to attend. Would you like to add to it?" She asks, shoving a bonded folder of instructions that Luca seemingly put together for her.I take the folder quietly, flipp
LucaAfter telling her the horrid, feared gown didn't suit her, I desperately wanted to look at the CCTV in the parlour to see what dress Emma had decided to wear.Honestly, she looked beautiful beyond words, but I had never imagined her in such a gown as she walked down the aisle towards me before becoming my wife. So I made sure to make her dislike it, only for me not to know which gown she had ultimately decided to go for."I've deleted the footage," Niko grinned as I'd never seen him grin before whilst he peered at the CCTV app I had opened on my laptop."Why?""It's bad luck to see the bride's gown before the wedding day," he chuckled as my hand hovered over the laptop's cursor bar before me."Niko...""Trust me?" He asked."Fine, is she ready? We need to leave?""Waiting for you outside, I want to send a small team with you. I have one of those feelings," he tells me as his eyes darken and he looks thoughtful.My father summoned us to attend a charity ball for children in a hosp
I apologise to Councillor Steven and his wife, Bella, as I guide Emma out of the grand hall, moving us through the house as I stride purposefully, I lead us out to the gardens, and then I guide her to the fountain we used to spend more of our time than we were supposed to."Luca?" Emma whispers at my change in direction. I think she's keeping her voice low so as not to betray the emotion flitting through her, but I see her eyes as she appraises the fountain.They're wide and hurt. Does she think I'm purposely bringing her back to the place we first fell in love to hurt her?I drop to one knee as she walks a little ahead of me, her hand dipping inside the pool below the fountain as she swipes at the water in much the same manner as she used to.I snag the chain around my neck, breaking it in the process.The ring falls into my palm as I pocket the broken chain, intent on keeping it in the hopes that breaking it will bring us a new life together.Why have I brought her out here to where
EmmaI walk through the evening like a zombie, the ring a stark reminder that I'm only here because my father and Luca's father deemed it a good business deal to tie our families together using us as collateral.Once, I would have been perfectly happy to be standing beside Luca, but I don't feel like his equal anymore, and that doesn't bode well for me.My finger still smarts, the stinging giving way to swelling around the metal he placed on, knowing it would never be removed again.For some reason unknown to me, I feel somewhat honoured he would give me a ring I had always fantasised about owning and in the face of admitting that he would never let me go by ensuring the ring would never leave my body again unless I were dead and they severed my finger to claim back the heirloom that now belongs on my ring finger.I hadn't known his grandfather designed the ring to hurt the one he loved. I hadn't expected that, but it doesn't seem unsurprising. Men in the mafia seem to have dark souls
The kiss takes me back to a simpler time when we would sneak kisses like this at every opportunity while believing our young love could get us through anything.His hands cinch at my waist as he picks me up, moving us to the kitchen counter on the island not far from us. My dress rides my thighs, allowing access to spread my legs where he chooses to settle."Fuck, bambina," he murmurs against my neck as he nips, licks and sucks at the skin that's on fire from his attention."Luca...""Shh, don't tell me to stop, bambina.""Please—," I pray, beg; I don't know why I fucking said that word.Am I encouraging him?Do I want this?Could we...?"Put her down; you're in public," my papa's voice booms around us, the distant smell of sweat and whisky infiltrating my senses as Luca pulls back, only to rest his forehead against my own."Mr Rossi, to what do we owe this fucking pleasure?" Luca growls at my father, stepping back only enough to angle his body to see my father standing at the door we
"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