♞—Lorenzo My head snapped to the side, a faint burn lingered on my cheek, I looked back at her as tears dropped down her chin. Why was she crying? Isn't he what she wanted? Why is she reacting like that? The last two days with her had been different, I wanted to give her the choice of choosing for herself. Because if she wanted to stay with me, I would have done everything in my power to keep her. My gaze flicked back to the blonde asshole who stood protectively behind her, his brows furrowed with concern. I didn't mean for him to see us like that but something inside of me wanted her, an inner urge emerged, wanting to say goodbye to her for what seemed like the last time.Because I know, I just fucking know that she will choose him. That bastard looked like a ken fucking doll compared to me. No matter how much I loathed it, she was meant to be with someone who had no dark secrets, no dark past. Someone like Jack, her filthy stable boy. My chest tightened with apprehension, refus
♕—Delilah Jack tugged me along, I kept looking back over my shoulder. Was he following me? Is this a trap? Was he testing me? Is he or his men going to jump out of nowhere and drag me back to his place? But none of that happened... Lorenzo didn't follow me... I looked back again, tears streaming down my face faster than my heartbeat. A loud sob escaped my throat. I could still feel him all over me, all into me. His scent still lingered over my body, his touch still remained on my skin. He let me go without a fight?He gave me up just like that after all that? How can he? Jack wrapped an arm around my shoulder as he paid for the bus ticket to Brooklyn. I still looked back for him... Why was I looking back for him? He kidnapped me, didn't he? He kept me in that room until I took my own life. He put that collar around my neck. He's horrible! He's a killer! He's crazy! He's everything I know shouldn't want in my life! Jack. Jack is who I chose. Jack is the one I had been in love
♕—Delilah "Everything..." I whispered, "He had taken everything from me, Jack, everything..." my eyes burned with the force of the tears that threatened to break free. I gave up! I gave up, Lorenzo, you win! I felt my heart break as I began to cry, uncontrollably sobbing into Jack's shirt. My breath was short with each deep intake of air, and my cries echoed in the confined space. I clung to him like a limp rag doll, my heart beating against his chest."He took away all my hopes and dreams, Jack, every last one of them. Now, I'm left with nothing, no possessions, only a hollow void inside my heart. He stripped away my freedom, invading my physical and mental spaces. He took it all, and it's too much for me to bear. I'm broken... He took everything..." I miss him so deeply it hurts. I cry for the love I held for him, and the way it was taken away from me!He took my heart... He took my heart... He took my heart... These words kept resonating in my head but never left my lips.
♕—Delilah "What now?" I asked as Jack ate his breakfast, my appetite had diminished completely, and I didn't feel like eating anything. "We'll figure something out soon." "How?" I asked, "We have no money..." Jack shoved a piece of toast in his mouth before wiping his hand with a napkin and finally giving me his undivided attention. "We'll figure something out!" "Maybe, I should get a job here somewhere," I suggested, knowing well that I knew nothing about anything and we still weren't safe. Nikolai Costello or his men could find us at any second...Jack laughed, "A job? You?" I lifted a shoulder, "Why not? I could work at a restaurant, don't you think?" That just made him laugh harder, "My, there sure is a difference between the kitchen of a royal palace and the kitchen of a restaurant, isn't there, Delilah? Just because your servants have been flattering you doesn't necessarily mean you cook well. All your servants do is try to get on your good side. Those servants of yours,
♕—Delilah I hung the dress in the bathroom as I turned on the shower. I discarded my undergarment but hastily washed my body. I know where he lives. I know what I want. Everything is as clear as day, I can't move on. I just can't. My hand trembled with excitement as I showered, scrubbing soap over my body and then using the cheap shampoo. I dried myself off with a towel, put on the dress, and stepped outside and into the room. I gave Jack a bright smile before shoving my dirty clothes into another bag. I jumped up and instinctively felt Jack's presence behind me. I felt a sudden chill as he grasped my waist and spun me around, pulling me near him."I apologize for my words, my princess, I have been dealing with immense stress from your father, King Alexander, and Nikolai Costello and his thugs. I understand if my words caused any hurt, and for that, I am truly sorry."I gave it a shot, I genuinely put in the effort to feel something. Whether it was those fluttery emotions or the spa
Lorenzo - Fifteen-Year-Old They confined him in an isolated prison cell away from all others. Lorenzo Vitelli had become the most feared name throughout all of Italy.He was named the “Sicilian Devil” by the news channels and the common people. He told them all about every single murder he committed, the four dead bodies rotting away in the basement of his home and the murder of Officer Dario Coppola, that his wife had witnessed.He brazenly admitted to all of his deeds on record. Proudly proclaiming that he would relish the chance to commit the same misdeeds if presented with the opportunity.The clever young heir to the Costello fortune, who was just seventeen, was intently listening to the news. His interest in the family business grew with each passing day, as he was being groomed to take the reins from his father, and for that, he had to build his own network of advisors; he did not have faith in the people near his father. He wanted his own inner circle. He had come to Sicily w
♞—Lorenzo I sighed regretfully as I entered Niko's mansion, my gun still clutched tightly in my hands. The sight that greeted me was one I loved to see, Niko cradling Massimo with Evangeline seated beside them. Niko's eyes fell on me and the smile vanished as it got replaced by a frowned look. "Lorenzo?" Evangeline's eyes beamed at me with so much warmth, and I adored her deeply. Seeing her made me believe in the impossible because she looked just like Aurora with that ethereal aura of hers. She radiated the same innocence as Aurora had, stealing my breath away. Everything about her reminded me of Aurora, that's why she was so special to me. She was never repulsed by my scars or the killing. After Aurora, she was the only one who really understood me and still held me so dearly. Niko handed Massimo over to Evangeline and stood up, approaching me. He looked deeply into my eyes as if he was deciphering their contents. He was the only one that had ever been able to truly understand
♕—Delilah I groaned and rolled over as a pounding headache filled my skull, my eyelids felt too heavy to open. But with a monumental effort, I forced them apart, cringing at the sudden influx of light. My mouth felt like sandpaper and I had to swallow hard to make the rock clogging my throat go away. I awoke, my eyes immediately recognizing the ceiling above me. dread settled in my stomach as memories flooded back and I came to my senses - it was the same ceiling I had spent countless days beneath. Sitting upright and surveying my surroundings, I realized I was in my own bedroom.How? How did I get here? Jack... I was with Jack and—Lorenzo, oh my god! The door creaked open and Rita walked in, "Rita?! Oh my GOD, Rita, what happened?! How am I HERE?! Where's Mama? Where's Anthony?! I was with Jack and--and he--!" Rita cautiously approached me and took a seat on the bed, her grip tightening around my hand as she gave me a nervous smile, "I'm here to make sure you're ready for King
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♞—Lorenzo I feel so fortunate to have found my own slice of paradise on earth - I'm not sure what I did to deserve it but I'm holding onto it. I ran a hand across my jaw as I stared out the french doors of my study, listening to two of the world's most adorable waves of laughter I have heard in my entire life. My wife and my daughter... At nine months old, Aurora had begun to creep around the house and babble some distorted syllables that Delilah desperately tried to interpret. The other day she said “baa baa” and Delilah said that she was saying “mama”. It was a long shot from mama because it sounded a little more like papa or dada. Smiling, I stared down at the ring around my finger, a platinum wedding band. I had proposed to Delilah when we celebrated our daughter's half-birthday as she turned six months old. I went down on my knee, prepared a whole speech, and cooked for my two princesses. It was the perfect night to pop the question, proposing to her with mama—Aurora's—ring
♕—Delilah Lorenzo loved his family alot... And that included us, the Costellos, and his other obnoxious brothers Scott and Marco, and god know who. The Cosa Nostra was his whole life—he wasn't kidding about that part but I still remembered what his brothers did to me when they threw me in a cell and how horrible they were but for Lorenzo, it was something to be anxious about. He wanted us all to get along. So here we were, at our home having dinner with the Costellos, Scott, and Marco. Aurora was in Lorenzo's lap as he rocked her, he was happy a man, as he had been for the last week. He didn't smile at all when I first met him but now after a week of us staying together, there hadn't been a moment where he hadn't smiled. And if he is with Aurora then it's all chaos in the house. I'm afraid of how she'll turn out when she gets older, Lorenzo had already brought her toy guns although she can't even sit right now. "So, when's the wedding?" Marco asked. I glanced at Lorenzo and he loo
♞—Lorenzo Delilah stilled, her body went rigid and Niko stopped too as they both stared at one another. He frowned, looking Delilah up and down before his gaze moved to me. "If this is your idea of a date then it's fucking ridiculous even for you, Lorenzo." I laughed, pulling Delilah close, "She wanted to see where I worked." Niko turned to her, "And how's that working out for you, Princess?" his tone was relaxed, he wasn't the one to dwell on our private relationships, and since Delilah was no more the daughter of the enemy, it was fine for him. Delilah glanced at me, her hazel eyes questioning as I nodded at her. She let out a relieved breath, her body relaxing, "So far, so good." A hint of a smile appeared on Niko's face before he turned to me, "Make sure to give your girlfriend the full Costello warehouse experience." I glanced at her, "Oh, I intend to..."She smiled, "I look forward to it." Niko laughed, shaking his head, "I'm gonna head home, take care of the rest." Niko
♕—Delilah Lorenzo and I sat at the edge of the yacht watching the sunrise with only white sheets wrapped around our bodies. I was sitting between his parted legs, my back to his chest. He had ordered a Charcuterie board, and we talked as he fed me a strawberry, I bit into it and then he propped the rest into his mouth. His other arm draped over my chest. I smiled, turning my head slightly towards him, "I think we should go home now to our daughter..." "Yeah," he nodded, "I miss my little angel too..." I watched the calming scenery before me, they had turned off the engine of the yacht while it float in the middle of nowhere, and the staff and crew knew better than to interrupt us, the perks of having a baby daddy that people are afraid of. "We should do this again as a family, you, me, and Aurora..." He kissed the side of my head, "Whenever you want...""Would you come with me to Onteros? To meet my mama and my brother. I really want them to meet you, to know you. I want them t
DISCLAIMER: This chapter contains adult language and content. It is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18. ♕—Delilah Somehow, I’d forgotten how big he was... I let my tongue linger across my lips before wrapping my hand around him from the base and tracing my fingers up. His abs quivered beneath my touch and I glanced up at him, my eyes smoldering with desire, and he responded with an intense gaze. My lips parted seductively as I leaned forward, succumbing to my desire as I softly pressed a kiss onto the tip of his cock. Staring up at him full of longing, my lashes splayed out like a mysterious, dark veil.He moaned in pleasure as I let my tongue slide down to his balls, causing him to tense his muscles in anticipation. He fisted my hair tightly and pressed his lips against the side of my head, his throaty whispers rumbling hotly in my ear, "Do not force me to take control, princess, because if I did, I'd fuck up that little mouth of yours..." I let out a low, sultry chuckl
♕—Delilah I inhaled sharply as Lorenzo's hand slid down my bare arm leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. My back was glued to his front, even the air could barely pass through from between us. His face nuzzled into my hair as he breathed me in. "Do you know what you smell like?" he asked huskily in my ear.I bit my bottom lip before asking, "What?" "You smell like home, comfort, and need..." I swallowed, letting out a sigh and then I felt his wine glass trailing down my other arm. Although it wasn't cold but still I shivered at the touch. My glass almost fell from my hand but I gripped it at the very last moment, clutching its neck in a death grip. Then I felt his teeth sinking into my neck as he harshly bit the skin between his teeth, pulling at it, nipping at it. I whimpered, my knees growing weak with each passing second. "Turn around..." he ordered and I did, facing him, looking up at him with eyes heavy-lidded eyes. I was gone already, I could feel the warmth and wet
♕—Delilah "If I didn't have arms," I giggled, nudging him with my shoulder, "could you still love me?" I have been teasing him with these silly questions for the last hour and he's been trying so hard to not let his frustration show, though I could tell by his forced smile that he was reaching his limits."Why wouldn't you have arms, Delilah?" he asked, keeping a smile on his face as we walked side by side, "I'd never let anything bad happen to your arms." I shrugged, "Well, I guess that's good to know. But what if something totally crazy happened and I woke up without any arms one day?" He chuckled, "That's completely crazy, but if it did happen, I'd still love you just the same." I nudged him, "Right, okay, but hypothetically speaking, if I suddenly had to go armless, would you still feel the same way?" He stopped walking and faced me, "Of course, I would. I'd still love you no matter what. Arms or no arms, you'll always be my one and only."I beamed at him before trying to thi
♕—Delilah "Oh my god, I'm so sorry—" the words got stuck in my throat as I looked at the man's face. The beautiful scarred face... Oh my god... Did he set this all up? I blinked, not saying another word as I looked up at him and he looked down at me. My gaze dropped to the unfortunate stain on his immaculate white shirt. "You ruined my shirt!" he snapped, and my eyes snapped back to his face. An involuntary smile crept up my lips no matter how hard I tried to suppress it. Oh my god, what do I do next? Lorenzo was fully into his character, it was so funny because I never thought I'd see him acting. He raised an eyebrow as if asking me to say something, so I did... shaking my head. "It was an accident!" I said to him, "And you just wasted my coffee. I have had such a bad night, my head hurts, I'm late to work and now I don't even have coffee!" "You burned my chest?" he snapped. My gaze darted between his chest and eyes, did I really burn his chest? The coffee was really hot, I