“Whatever is going on, they’re doing a great job of hiding their tracks and playing off of old rivalries,” I muse.Enzo Russo nods. “Yeah. They really are. They seem to know all the buttons to press when it comes to our families, and the dynamics between a couple of the businesses involved.”“Who has knowledge like this?” I ask the room.Amara tilts her head. “What do you mean?”“What type of person, if any, makes it their business to know everything about everyone?”Amara snorts. “We all do, babe.”“No,” I stand. I’m pacing, my mind whirling. “We need to think of who has the most to lose, and most to gain.”“To gain? Probably the motorcycle gang but they’re pretty much just thugs. Happy to be bodies for hire as long as they get their guns and their glory and get out,” Enzo adds.I look at him. “You said there was trouble at the warehouse. What was it?”“Workers being harassed on the way to work. Break-ins.”“Amara and I were shot at, prior to coming to collect Alyssa,” Alessandro add
I nod and lean back in my chair. “Her favorite are the crepes suzette. I had Nonna Francesca make them for her. She takes her coffee with enough sugar to cause a seizure and more cream than any decent Italian would ever put in it.”Enzo arches an eyebrow at me. “Thanks. I think,” he says.“Amara never needs my permission. But it does not mean that I do not love her fiercely, and it does not mean that I will not avenge her accordingly.”Enzo nods and rises. He goes to the espresso machine and begins to prime it. “Alyssa seems okay.”“She is unharmed.”“She didn’t tell Anne that you’re her father?”I go stock still. “No. She did not.”“And you’re fine with that?”He’s not looking at me, but I know that this is his version of the same interrogation I just did. I chuckle slightly at that.I do not have memories of Enzo. He is younger than Joemar and me, only a mere ten months older than Alyssa.However, I have no doubt that he is as ferocious of an advocate for his sister as I am for mine
I lean forward more, running my nails through his hair as I lick the seam of his lips. Alessandro stills, freezing up like he can’t believe what I’m doing. “Alyssa,” he murmurs against my mouth.I take the opportunity and slide my tongue against his, gripping the back of his neck for leverage.I taste his growl. “Alyssa, what are you…?”“Kiss me,” I pant. I look up at him through my lashes.The storm in his eyes sends a shiver of arousal through my body.“Alyssa…”“Alessandro. Shut up. And kiss me,” I bite out.He pauses for one second.Another.Then, when I twist in my chair, rubbing my legs together against the need at my center, his nostrils flare. He swoops forward, one of his big hands cupping the back of my neck.The kiss, this time, has no restraint.I moan as Alessandro dominates our movements. His hand is on the back of my neck, the other scooping me up as I wrap myself around his body. He unfolds from his kneeling position, his mouth fused to mine, and turns to drop my ass o
“I am that and more, and it thrills me to no end that I am the only one who has enjoyed you,” I rumble at her.Alyssa rolls her eyes. “Well, no protection. I’m not at the right time in my cycle, but still…”“Alyssa,” I cut her off. “Nothing would give me more joy than another child with you. I know you may not feel the same, but,” I shrug. “It would be my greatest honor.”Alyssa’s face falls slightly. “I know, Alessandro. And if things were different… it would just make things more complicated between us. That’s all.”I shut my eyes.Yes, things are already quite difficult. Complicated.Instead of acknowledging this, I turn and deposit another kiss on her lips. “I am okay with complicated,” I whisper.Her eyes shine up at me when I pull away.“Shower,” I command, well aware that my demand will likely rile her further. “Shower, I will fetch you clothes, and we will plot with my sister and your brother to return to New York.”“And you’ll draw up the papers again?”My heart crumples at t
“Let me see you,” he murmurs. He moves, depositing me on the couch, so that he’s kneeling between my legs.I love how powerful this shift in our positions makes me feel.The sight of Brady on his knees before me is one that I’ll never forget.I’d be crazy to.He looks at me from under his lashes. “Alyssa,” he murmurs. “Up.”I moan and arch up. He pulls off my soft pajama pants, the pink ones that match Anne’s, and then settles back between my legs.“You destroy me, tesoro.”I open for him. With a noise that’s more a growl than anything, he throws my legs over his shoulders.I’m completely bare before him.It makes me slightly uncomfortable for him to be staring at me so intensely, and I wiggle slightly, but one of his big hands over my pelvis stills me.“Let me study, amore mio,” he purrs.My heart skips not just one beat, but what feels like ten.He said it again.Could he…Then, I don’t have any more room in my mind for thoughts.Because Alessandro licks me, and my world constricts
Alessandro de Rossi POVWhoever got to Dino, they also did some damage to his throat. I step forward, using my phone light, and see more thick bruising around his neck.I step back and look at Enzo. “Nico didn’t do all of this,” I murmur.Nico sent me the photos of when he found Dante, hiding in a ditch near our warehouses in Long Island.Now, I wonder if he was not hiding at all.I wonder if he had just not moved from where he was placed.Enzo shook his head. “I know. We can get him a medic later.”“Indeed,” I murmur.“So, both of you? Working together? Joemar’s going to shit himself,” Dante rasps.“Where the fuck is he?” Enzo growls.Dante shrugs, or attempts to. It looks like he may have a broken collarbone as well, from the grimace on his face. “No clue.”“You sold him out.”“I didn’t. Joemar dug his own grave, and he got exactly what he paid for,” Dante growls.The sentiment, the dislike, seems rather genuine. I file that away for later.I have other things that I wish to address
Alyssa Russo POV“And I will kill him regardless,” Alessandro spits at me.Dante, behind me, laughs. “See, Alyssa? No matter how many times he calls you amore, he’s still just a de Rossi. He’s a fucking monster. He didn’t even want to marry you for anything except to kidnap you.”I turn. “What?”Dante nods at Alessandro, who has gone stock still behind me. “He didn’t give a fuck about honoring that contract from our parents. He doesn’t want to be part of our family. He wanted to hurt us, Alyssa, and he knew that the only way to do that was to kidnap you and use you as leverage to hurt us.”“Dante,” I say, admonishing him. “How could you possibly know that?”He snorts, and a fleck of blood flies onto the concrete. “How could you possibly think otherwise? Don’t be a fucking idiot, sis.”I blink. “Are you calling me stupid?” “You are if you think a de Rossi would actually love you,” Dante spits.I shut my eyes.It’s not like I married Alessandro for any less savory reasons. There’s zero
lessandro de Rossi POVI do not sleep that night.Since Alyssa is not in our bed, I assume she is sleeping with Anne. I would check the room, but that seems to be an invasion of privacy.Instead, I roam the house, a bottle of whisky in my hands.Eventually, recognizing that sleep is unlikely for me, I settle on the library. I will at least be able to go over my emails and accounts, even if sleep cannot come to me.However, when I walk in the room, I realize something terrible. Amara is in my library.“Do you not have your own room?”She snorts. “You gave me my own wing of the house, Alessandro.”“Yes, my point exactly.”She eyes the bottle in my hands. “Can’t sleep?”“No. Would you like some?”Amara nods.I pour her an actual glass, and settle into the chair across from her. “Why can you not sleep?”“Torture sometimes keeps me up,” she says with a long sip.“Ah. Anything new?”She shakes her head. “He’s hiding something, but it doesn’t have to do with us.”“I see.”There’s a silen
Reaching over, she touches the top of my hand. “I know. I appreciate it.” She glances out the glass doors, watching Cullen and Joemar on the terrace, and says, “I used to drink on race days.” When her eyes return to mine, her expression falls. “I struggled to let go of the image of the family I imagined I should have.”How does she see this going? I glance back at Joemar, silently worrying I’m crossing a line I shouldn’t without him. “That can be hard to reconcile.”“Don’t worry, it was reconciled a long time ago. Joemar and I are oil and water. Things are how they should be.” She leans in and whispers, “I’m so glad he found you. You saved his life.”This time I open my mouth, but then close it, thinking about what she said. I always thought he saved me, like on the red carpet. But when I look back over my shoulder, I think she might be right. Joemar didn’t care about anything but Cullen and his career.Now he has a life.I cross the imaginary line and give her a hug. She hesitates at
Madonna Saint Elise POVShrugging, I laugh so softly that I barely even hear it. “I don’t need much to make me happy. You and maybe a Tootsie Pop or some chocolate.”His grin extends, carving into his cheeks as his eyes stay steady on mine. “I’m going to give you the world, Madonna Saint Elise. I’ll buy you a whole candy shop just to see your smile.”“It’s not for me that I want it.” Too subtle?A roguish grin takes over, and his hands lower to my hips, pulling me on top of him. He’s already hard when he shifts my hips forward and back again over his length. “I’m going to spoil you rotten, my love.”The teasing gets the better of me, and I finally kiss him, briefly losing myself in the headiness of being together again. “Good thing I love to be spoiled.” Slipping lower, I take hold of his erection and add, “But I want to go first.” I spoil him with every ounce of my being, making love and making him come so hard, first with my mouth and then with my body. I take every inch of him and
I stare at her, wondering what that text exchange was about if she never wanted to see me again. Frustration sets in as she opens the car door. Still standing in the headlights of the car, I throw my arms out wide. “So that’s it, babe?”With one foot already in the car, she stops and looks at me over the door. “I didn’t wage this war, so it’s not mine to finish.”“But you’re in it.” I come closer. “You’re in the middle of this battle, so you have to fight it.”Both her feet land back on the street, her lips tightening as the fire is lit inside when she stands. “I don’t have to do anything. You didn’t just break my phone. You broke my heart, Jeomar. It’s up to you to fix it.”“I’m trying.”“Try harder.” She slams the door closed. “You think saying sorry is enough. It’s not. I can’t forgive you just because you’re ready to be back in my life. You shifted the blame to me under fears of . . .” Planting her hands on her hips, she says, “I have no idea. I don’t know what happened that day.
Jeomar Russo POV“What the . . .?”Standing in the middle of the sidewalk, I stare at my phone and the message on the screen. My chest aches where my heart used to be, but I rarely feel it anymore even with adrenaline pumping through me.“What is it, Daddy?” Cullen whines, “This is boring.” I’ve heard that a few times over the past two weeks. It was nice to have him for an extended period, but I think he might be sick of his old man.I shove my phone in my back pocket because I can’t reply with my mind going in a million directions and my kid tugging on my hand. I try not to be on my phone as much when I’m with my son, but I can’t stop thinking that I’m imagining the message that just popped up. “It’s not boring. We walk to experience life instead of sitting in the back of a vehicle. Look around, Cullen. What do you see?”While he’s busy trying to spot one of a million differences from the last time we walked this route, I can’t help but wonder why now? Why would Madonna text me out
Madonna Saint Elise POVI rush back to my trailer, swinging the door wide open, and scramble to find the remote.Clicking the TV on, I search the channels until I find P1 racing. I have no idea if I’ve missed Joemar qualifying or if he stayed off the track this week like he should have.“Dumonte. Pace Set. Rogue Automotive.” I gasp when I see Saint Elise on the track. “Who’s in the driver’s seat? Come on. Come on.”“Had their reserve at the paddock this week . . .” The announcer rambles blah blah . . . “Quite the accident . . . lucky to be alive. Back in the saddle. He was cleared, but we’re about to see if he’s recovered.”I don’t know why my heart sinks other than knowing Joemar shouldn’t be out there. What are my brothers thinking?I sit on the couch with my legs tucked under me, clasping my hands together nervously. He was so worried about sitting out a race, but one mistake could cost him his career.“This is the end,” Carlos says, taking a seat on the top step.“We’ve been long
Joemar Russo POVI’m not sure in what—God, his recovery, or that things will work out how they should. I don’t question her because we all handle tragedies differently, but I want to taste that same faith that makes her eyes shine through the tears she’s holding back. “Have you heard anything?” I ask in a whisper, careful not to have Cullen overhear. I’m grasping for any news that will give me the same buoy to hold on to while still finding comfort in her touch.“He’s going to be okay, but they still don’t know the extent of the damage since they didn’t want to cut the layers of his clothes before reaching the hospital. They’re doing that now, separating the fibers from the burns.” Cullen wiggles at her side. She turns to me and says, “I’m going to find him a bathroom.”Cullen comes over and envelops me in his arms. I didn’t know I needed the embrace until I was wrapped in it. A stifled cry chokes me up, and the tears threatening to fall this whole time finally do. I turn into him, hu
Madonna Saint Elise POV“You left me to fend for myself, Lauren.”“I can have security in place by tonight, but you must take some responsibility. You went rogue by having Joemar Russo crash the red carpet like he did.”“I didn’t do anything but arrive like I was told. He showed up because he cared. He knew that I would be walking the carpet alone following Carlos’s engagement announcement.” Even her heavy breath sounds argumentative and rubs me wrong. “I was thrown to the wolves last night, but I’m not going to fight with you. We’re clearly at a crossroads.” Sitting in my trailer alone, I move the steamed zucchini around on my plate, but then stop and set the fork down.I can’t do this. I don’t want to be here.“We’re not. I’m team Madonna. You know I like a plan in place and for it to go smoothly. I apologize for not being there or having staff available for you. I will be there with you next time.”I’m not cold-hearted, but I am upset. I have no idea where we go from here. I just k
Tears fill my eyes, and with no time to find my sunglasses, they fall. A back door is opened and through watery vision, I squeeze through the chaos. The phone in my back pocket buzzes as I climb inside the car. I don’t even care if my suitcase makes it at this point. I tell the driver, “Go. Please go.”How do I go from one of the best nights of my life to dropping my head into my hands and crying?“Are you okay, miss?”“No. I’m not.” I turn to look outside, but something catches my attention in my periphery. I look at the driver again and see him handing me a box of tissues.He says, “I’m sorry. That was awful.”Taking the box, I stare at him. As awful as that was back there, here I’m being offered the kindness of a stranger. “Thank you.” This is what matters. Not people who make more money off upset celebrities or the paparazzi who make a living off provoking someone to capture their worst in a photo. “I appreciate it.”He nods, focusing his attention forward for the remainder of the
Joemar RussoPOVI have connections, so it wasn’t hard to snag a ticket. I’m hoping Madonna will be happy to see me. Everything we have could be ruined by a bad decision. This could be my worst of all time, and that’s an impressive list.Stepping out of the SUV, I straighten my jacket and button it. I don’t dig these events, but I’ve been to enough to know what to do. I’m guided forward to the press and start the game, answering questions and taking photos. The positive about not being announced until arrival is that no one is prepared to talk to you.The downside, they wing it. “The last time we saw you and Madonna Saint Elise to get her, you were holding hands in Miami.” The journalist holds the microphone under my nose and asks, “Are you here to support her as a friend, or is there more between the two of you?”I step back and reply, “She’s a brilliant actress. I’m here to support her and the movie.”Not really into the fame side of things, I start walking ahead until I hear someone