Pov: Bianca We had a routine for our clandestine relationship. All week, during the day, I went for lectures, hung out with Delilah and some acquaintances in my faculty, studied and worked on school work and volunteer projects, all the while keeping up with the presence of my bodyguards. We were on cordial terms now, all five of them, except Alfonso who still held me at arm's length. I guess I deserved it for nearly costing him his job. I had lunch with the DiMarcos throughout the week. Seeing as my mama and Emilio were away on their honeymoon, it was just us kids and Creed, InΓ©s' fiance. During lunch, Andre's smoldering gaze would find mine and my cheeks would get so hot. Most times, when we weren't disagreeing over what condiments to go with our food or biting off each other's heads for more mundane reasons, he'd ignore me like I was nothing more than his pesky, annoying little stepsister who was more trouble than she was worth. In the evenings, I ordered chinese or reheated lef
Pov: BiancaNico was a little boy of eleven or thirteen who looked at Andre like he created the entire universe. The boy had literal stars in his eyes and adored the ground Andre walked on."Bianca, this is Nico," Andre introduced, a fond expression on his face as he looked at the little boy.Nico grinned a toothy grin. "I'm his favourite cousin!" He proclaimed, his chest puffing with pride.Andre's lips tilted up good-naturedly, amusement dancing in his eyes and he ruffled the boy's hair, not disputing the fact the little boy had claimed."I'm Bianca. It's nice to meet you," I smiled politely at him."I recognize you from the party." His head cocked to the side and he looked me up and down, as if trying to decide if I was a good fit for their merry band. "Is she an ally?" He turned to Andre for confirmation.The tips of Andre's lips tilted up in amusement. "She's more than that. She's a friend."Nico gasped, looking at me with wide eyes. "Like... Like a girlfriend?""No!" I sputtere
Pov: BiancaI don't know what I was expecting Andre's apartment to look like. Maybe black and empty, like his heart, or closer to a hell fire king of the underworld theme. His penthouse had a classy, cold feeling with high windows, egg white walls, shiny marble floors and exquisite chandeliers. The entire east and north walls were sliding windows that opened to a balcony with a glittering pool and the entire city below us featured a nice backdrop.The penthouse had an open floor plan and from where I stood in the middle of the living room, I could see the state of the art kitchen with its many shiny steel appliances and silverware, quartz countertops topped with a six burner cooker right in the middle of it, a kitchen island and so many perfectly clean, washed and polished cooking pots and pans hung from a holder in the ceiling. The lights were turned on and it cast a sleepy glow over the very beautiful kitchen.It made me want to cook there. And I don't like to cook. Don't even know
Pov: Bianca"Fine," he growled, as if he was going to make death his bitch and beat it into submission. From the glowing fire in his eyes, I knew that he meant every word, and my heart calmed a little at that.Ti Amo.It came to me so suddenly, yet so surely, waves and waves of love for this man rushed through my veins with a violent burst.I slammed down hard on it immediately, not wanting to let him see through me.My restless heart banged on my ribcage, desperate to float into his hands and I thanked Dio for the cage in my chest that kept my fickle heart in place.No matter how sweet he was to me now, no matter how sure he felt about me, I knew that he was still a Made Man and Made Men don't love. They possess. They protect. They provide. They fuck, but they do not love. There will always be a long line of women waiting to take my place and all I could do at the moment was enjoy the ride until I reach my stop and have to get down.I felt an aching sense of loss for this man nan I
I placed my lips on the tip and pressed soft, gentle kisses all over it, my hand stroking the entire length of him as pleasure bloomed within me and spread throughout my lower abdomen in intense gusts of heat.He looked up at the ceiling, his chest rising up and down so fast, I would have thought he was about to have a heart attack if he wasn't Andre fucking DiMarco.Italian curses spewed out of his lips as I swirled my tongue around his tip, his entire body tightening at that one little action, so I did it again, loving how responsive his body was to me.I closed my eyes and licked up the entire length of him like I would lick a lollipop, loving his taste, his warmth, his scent, the sounds he made. How easily he switched to Italian in the throes of passion.He let out an anguished gasp as I took him in for the first time, his body going slack on the couch and he thrusted his hips deeper into my mouth.He tasted so good, I couldn't help the hum of satisfaction that escaped my lips as
Pov: AndreSeeing Bianca sprawled on my bed with her beautiful black hair spread out on my black silk sheets, her lush green eyes looking up at me, fuck, she was a vision I must have conjured up. She couldn't be real.And she had given me permission to take her. To do what I wanted with her.Fuck, I would never let her go now. I am going to keep her, feed her, please her, fuck her, repeat. Again, again and again. Until the day I die.I rested my forehead against hers, my lungs were constricting painfully around my beating heart. The wound in my hand was throbbing in pain, but all I could see was lush green fields looking up at me with so much lust and trust."Tesoro," I whispered, "I'm yours as much as you're mine."She let out a soft whimper, her eyes tearing up.I held on to her hips and rolled us over until I had reversed our positions and she was on top of me, her eyes wide and shocked and so shockingly green, I could dive into those depths."Ride me, baby. Do what you want with m
Pov: BiancaAndre and I went at sex like we had only just discovered it. I swear, every part of his room had been christened by us. His bed. God, his bed. The arm chair, the walls, his shower, the dresser, the little living room area in his room, the floor... I didn't even want to think of his living room and kitchen. He was insatiable. And so was I.The night had turned to morning and instead of staying just one night, I had spent the entire weekend here. He hadn't kicked me out yet, to my surprise. He seemed like the kind of guy that valued his space and peace of mind. Why else would he leave the luxury amd comfort of the family mansion to have a whole penthouse to himself?Part of me didn't want to leave but I also didn't want to overstay my welcome. Fish starts to smell after three days and that was the total of how long I had stayed here. I had lectures by ten today and I was being lazy about having to go for it.Good food, a comfy bed and the best dick in the world had to be the
Chapter 43: Pov: AndreLeon sat to my right on the conference table, looking at me like I had kicked his grandmother and stolen his cat. He was cross because he was supposed to be kicking back with his girlfriend and getting some ass during this period but the attack had all but cut his vacation short.He was a cold blooded killer, but here he was, practically sulking like a child because I had interrupted his date week.Sue me. He knew what he was getting into when he accepted to be my consigliere and besides myself, there was no one else I could count on to keep things up to speed and running.We needed a new runner, and because I didn't trust anyone but myself and Leon to get the job done on acquiring a new runner to my taste, I had to sit down for hours, listening to the bulk of applicants that were spineless and fidgety.We also needed a new dealer, seeing as the last one thought he had enough balls to shoot at me in public. Obviously, he hadn't gone and done it himself, he had
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EpiloguePov: Andre(Four years later)I roused awake in the middle of the night with a starts and looked around the room, peace settling over my heart when I saw that Bianca was right beside me.Very much asleep and very much round with my baby in her.A beautiful little girl I was going to love and cherish with my whole heart.The years had been fairly peaceful with no more intruders trying to close in on my territory. Business was better than ever and Bianca was an active member of the mafia, asserting her place as my wife and equal.Thr room was dark except for the sliver of light that reflected from the night lamp by her bedside.She had never really gotten over her fear but she was better at controlling it now.I reached out and rubbed her swollen belly and she roused awake and looked at me with sleepy eyes."Andre?" She murmured, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Can't sleep?"I shook my head, "just worried." I murmured, rubbing her bare stomach.Even after all this while, I st
Pov: Andre"You're sure you don't want our help with this?" Alistair asked one last time before I jumped into the Jeep and the rest of my men got ready to get the fuck out of here."In the Cosa Nostra, we deal with our own famiglia," I said gruffly, my knuckles turning white as I clenched my fists hard around the steering wheel and started the car. Usually, Oscar takes the wheels but I was prepared to fuck up the speed limit and drive like a mad man until I got to Bianca.That slimy bastard is fucking dead. Nothing will stop me from tearing open his gut with my bare hands and stringing out his intestines. Excitement thrummed in my blood, the idea of having a reason to finally kill him was too good an opportunity to pass up."Found his location," Leon chirped behind me in the back seat. "He's back at the old townhouse."Good. I had one of my men link a tracker to him after the fiasco at the party cleared up. He had fled back to Sicily where I didn't have to see his face and contempla
Pov: Bianca(Two hours ago.)Things went wrong almost immediately Andre left."Where's Nico," I turned to Bernard as he led me up the stairs towards the safe room where half a dozen other men stood, alert, with their guns drawn."I sent some of the men to look for him. He probably snuck out to go with Andre. Right now, my job is to keep you safe.""You don't understand, Nico is also important to Andre, you have to find him. I don't want anything happening to him again."He huffed an exasperated breath and looked at me as if I was over-reacting. "Fine," he conceded, "get in the room and I'll go with the rest of the men to find Nico after you're safely locked inside.""How will you get it to open? Only Andre and Emilio knows the password.""Andre had you and Nico's fingerprints scanned and inputed into the house's control unit. The two of you can pretty much open any door in the house. We can let you in, but none of us can get out unless Emilio or Andre himself unlock the door from the
Pov: Andre"Get up," I told the girl, dropping my hand. "Lead us to the basement he was talking about."She sniffed and scurried to her feet while glaring at me with as much venom as she could. "You killed him!" She screamed at me."Careful," I narrowed my eyes into slits at her, "I'd hold my tongue if I were you, unless you wish to join him."She wisely clamped down on her lips as her body racked with sobs.My phone buzzed in my pocket and I ignored it, knowing that the men would reach out to me through the earpieces if they wanted to deliver a message."The south wing has been successfully breached," Alexei's voice came in through the receiver. "No sign of Grigori.""None here, either," Enzo murmured."He's probably hiding from in his basement. I'm heading there right now.""We'll cover you," Alistair said, sounding not too far away.I grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her along with me. She couldn't be of much importance considering the fact that she was dressed in a scruffy maid
Pov: AndreI grabbed strapped on my armoured vest and double checked my weapons.Roma voice suddenly blared through the receiver. "Incoming, in three, two..."I turned to see the mad man standing up in his jeep, his upper body poking through the space in the roof, a rocket launcher balanced on his shoulder.He grinned hard and wide and launched the weapon, the grenade flying past us at record speed and launching itself straight into Grigori's wall, exploding immediately on contact.The ground shook at the rumble as the grenade exploded and crumbled part of the wall to pieces.I looked at Roma and he nodded a you're welcome at me, strapping his own vest and jumping out of his car."It's a good thing law enforcements have been taken care of or we'd have a hell of a time explaining what the fuck that was," Alistair grumbled into his speaker.The explosion alerted Grigori's men and in no time, they were stumbling through the wreckage, confused and disoriented. As if they hadn't been ready
Pov: AndreMy living room is one of the biggest and most lavish in Chicago, yet it felt small and cramped as the respective mafia bosses I called my allies gathered there, armed to the teeth, their expressions lethal and serious.The entire energy seemed to cackle with the electric force each of us exuded and I had never been more grateful to be part of this alliance. Leon worked on passing around the guns and weapons, with earpiece devices that doubled as a microphone so that we could communicate when we seperated into our different rides.Bianca was perched on the armrest of a couch, chewing her lip pensively, her bright green eyes were worried as they found mine.I tucked my Glock I had been double checking into my pants hostler and walked over to her, her gaze beckoning me.She rose to her feet immediately, her lip trembling. I took her chin in my thumb and forefinger, stroking her jaw. "Tesoro," I whispered. "If I don't come backβ"She shook her head, a stubborn glint in her br
Pov: Andre"Nothing's going to happen to her. Benito knows what he's doing, we just have to let him do his job.""She saved me," she whispered, her voice detached and cold. "He aimed for my heart. She took the bullet for me."The least fucking thing she could have done in the situation, considering all the shit Bianca went through because of her negligence.But instead of ruining her train of thoughts, I pulled her close to me and pressed a lingering on her forehead.She sighed and relaxed against me, her arms going around her torso. She rested the side of her face against my chest, listening to my heartbeat. Her eyes were closed, her breathing even. I nuzzled her hair, loving how soft and sweet every inch of her felt.I had never felt peace like this even after such a dangerous situation."I'm glad it wasn't you," I said truthfully. "I don't know what I would have done if it had been you, Bianca.""Me too," she whispered after a few seconds. "I'm glad it wasn't either of us. I'd be d
Pov: AndreMΓ‘ria had rented out an entire high end Italian restaurant for the occasion, to ensure that we would be uninterrupted during the entire discussion.She was over the top like that, and I didn't mind, seeing as it was my papa's money and I hadn't wanted to accommodate her in my office where thoughts of bending Bianca over my desk and taking her from behind seemed to resurface everytime I blinked.She donned a white fur jacket and black jumpsuit with long diamond earrings and an equally large diamond set of rings on her fingers. Her dark hair was now dyed blonde, christian dior sunshades shielded her eyes and louboutin heels clad her feet.She had been nervous cracking her knuckles when we showed, her body movement anxious and antsy."Angelo mio," she whispered, rising to her feet when we walked through the doors. She wasted no time in leaving the table to come and throw her arms around Bianca, sobbing quietly.Bianca was stiff in her mother's arms but at least she hadn't bolt