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Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I pulled her closer, but she shook her head, a gesture that seemed impossible as I held her head firmly against my mouth.Parting slightly to let her breathe, I heard her whispered words, "We shouldn't, you're still healing.""Fuck that," I retorted, my voice low as I licked the delicious skin of her neck.She released a breathy laugh, her tone scolding. "No, Vincenzo! You got shot only two nights ago."Ignoring her protests, I sucked the skin of her neck into my mouth, biting down gently as I spoke. "Exactly, it was two nights ago. I'm fine now."Her breath hitched as I continued to lavish attention on her neck, but she gently pushed against my chest, her resolve unwavering."Vincenzo, stop," she insisted, her voice firm yet tinged with concern. "You need to rest and heal properly. We can't risk any complications.""Do I look like who cares about complications?"She gasped against my lips, momentarily caught off guard by the harshness of my kiss. Yet, slowly, her
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"Now, let's talk, Claire Capone," I whispered, my breath mingling with hers as I gazed into her eyes.With a playful smile, she pressed a quick kiss to my lips. "I've gotta go pee." I chuckled as she playfully squirmed out of my embrace, my cock slipping out of her and coming to rest lazily against my thigh. Claire gathered the sheets around her frame and gracefully climbed out of bed, her movements fluid and effortless.I nodded. "You know what, let me grab some fresh clothes for us, and I'll meet you in the bathroom. We can go for another round in the shower," I suggested with a smirk. She glanced at me from over her shoulder, batting her eyelashes playfully. Her golden locks were tousled and wild, some of it still gathered in a messy bun at the back of her head while the rest cascaded in waves around her shoulders.Fuck, she was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.She disappeared into the bathroom, and I got off the bed. The wound in my chest throbbed w
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅She perched on the edge of the bed while I stood before her, my back pressed to the wall. I couldn't bring myself to get any closer. Being apart felt safer as if I might explode if I got too close. Restlessness gnawed at me, and anger pulsed through my veins, but I had no target for it. Every inch of my being was seething with fury, and I didn't know where to aim it.Her? Dad? Antonio? The names swirled in my mind, each one a spark igniting the wildfire of my fury."Start from the beginning," I ground out through clenched teeth.She told me everything, from her earliest memories to Tony Parker, to Scott Mancini, and the path that led her out of that hell.A part of me ached to stride over, to wrap her quivering frame in my arms until she found relief in the rhythm of her own breath. But another part of me simmered with fury, raging like a storm. I was furious at her, fucking furious. I stood there, torn between the urge to comfort her and the seething anger th
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I watched as the maids emptied my side of the closet, the bags were lined up in the bedroom even though many times I said that I didn't need any of them, the maids were persistent. His exact words to them were, "Make damn sure there's not a single hint of her in my room." So, that's what they were up to. They were scrubbing his room clean of any trace of me, just like he wanted.A knock on the door resounded and then it slowly opened, "Mrs. Capone, Capo has ordered me to take you to the airport." I froze, not knowing what to do for a moment. I looked around the room, our bed, everywhere I looked, I couldn't bring myself to leave this place. I nodded, swallowing down the bitterness rising in my throat. "I'll be right out," I managed to say, trying to maintain a facade of composure despite the ache in my chest. The maids took my luggage out of the room as one of the soldiers waited outside of the room to take me straight to the car. He was repulsed by me, wasn't
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"Are you back for good now, Cindy? What happened with that Italian stallion of yours?" Mrs. Johnson asked, peering over her glasses with a curious look in her eye, as I stirred the pasta sauce.I let out a laugh, "Italian Stallion?" She joined in, her laughter bubbling up as she nodded, "I saw the photos, he is one fine specimen." I glanced down at the pot, biting my lip, "Turns out he's just too good for someone like me."Mrs. Johnson's laughter faded as she noticed the somber tone in my voice. "Oh, sweetheart," she said gently, reaching out to pat my hand. "Don't you ever sell yourself short. You're worth more than you know." I managed a weak smile, grateful for her comforting words. "Thanks, Mrs. Johnson," I murmured. "Are you getting a divorce?" I shook my head, a heavy sigh escaping my lips. "I don't know," I admitted, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on me. "But I have a feeling I'll be a divorcée before long.""Separated?" her voice was tinged wit
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"Sign it," Scott's voice was gruff, his expression hardened into a scowl."Scott, I—" Before I could finish, he interrupted, "Don't give me excuses. I've had my fill. Either signs the papers, or I'll do it for you."I hesitated, suppressing the wave of nausea churning inside me. My eyes pleaded with Scott once more, "Did he contact you?"His scowl deepened, his tone turning more menacing, "No, because he doesn't care! I refuse to let you waste your life in this marriage, waiting for him to come to his senses, because he won't."I stared at the papers lying before me, and I couldn't help but think back to every single moment we had spent together. It was all too precious to just throw it away like that."If I could reach him just once, maybe he'd understand. Perhaps he's cooled off by now—"His hand slammed down on the table beside the papers, the sound echoing in the room. "It's been two months, Cindy, two months! He doesn't care about you. No man would abandon his
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"I know this is unexpected," he began, his words hesitant yet resolute. "But I had to see you. There's something we need to talk about."Without saying a word, I was about to slam the door in his face, but he placed a hand over it, halting my actions. I glanced past him, scanning the area for Tony, my heart hammering with fear. "There's no one here. I'm alone and unarmed. You have nothing to be scared of."I instinctively positioned myself partially behind the door, my voice trembling with mistrust. "I don't trust you."He scoffed. "I don't trust you either, but here I am.""I didn't ask you to be here," I retorted through clenched teeth.He sighed, shaking his head. "Claire, I'm not here to repeat the mistakes I made in the past. Can we talk?"I glanced behind him once more, ensuring there was no one lurking in the shadows."There's nothing I would want to talk about with you," I spat, my anger simmering beneath the surface.He didn't budge, his grip firm on the d
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I was four months pregnant, and while the first trimester had been relatively easy, now I was starting to show a bit, and the nausea was hitting me hard, making each day a struggle to get through. I gently caressed my slightly swollen belly, finding comfort in the subtle changes my body was undergoing. Although it wasn't yet noticeable to others, I cherished this intimate connection with my growing baby, a bond that only I could feel.For the exhibition tonight, I opted for a dress that would discreetly conceal my growing bump. I slipped into a black burnout maxi dress with delicate spaghetti straps, its modest neckline offering just the right amount of coverage. As I admired my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence. No one on this earth can tear you down, Claire Parker, not even the man you love with all your heart. The sleek silhouette of the dress hugged my curves in all the right places, disguising my pregnancy with effortle