LuckyMy eyes are sore from lack of sleep, laying in bed thinking about fucking Nico Santangelo and not getting my six hours of sleep in, has left me feeling wretched and to make matters worse I am stuck in his house. I throw the covers off me and stand up and almost jump out of my skin. In the corner of the room, sitting on one of the chairs is Nico. “What the fuck are you doing in my room?” I glare at him, resisting the urge to go over and slap him in the face. I could bust his jaw to be honest but I’m sure he’d fight back.Yes, I have been trained and trained well by my father’s protection. He made sure from a young age I had all the skills to be able to protect myself growing up. My father had told me more than once, that being the daughter of a Don would bring its own dangers and that detail may not always be around. I have learnt martial arts, impressed upon me never to be used except for in self-defence. Having Nico sitting in the corner of the room like a damn stalker, a voya
NicoI rake my hands through my hair as I head back up to my bedroom suite, that woman is intolerable, she has to fight and argue about everything. Damnit, why am I chasing this to be King when I could have any other woman I want? I know why because it is a passion, a desire it fills my needs it fills my senses and so what if I am power hungry. There can only be one King here in New York and it will be me. Then I will work on branching out further afield to my great grandparent’s hail from. Sicily. I will knock the Cartel sideways when I start to bring my name over there.I stop dead in my tracks at the sight of my youngest brother laying on my sofa in the main lounge area. “What the fuck are you doing with your feet on my furniture? Get up you lazy piece of shit. And when did you last shower you look like shit?” Dario dressed in black dress pants, his black shirt open to the waist displaying his fine chest ink, one hand slung over his face, the other hanging down with a whiskey glass
LuckyI am still dressed in my evening attire, what a night it’s been. My driver remains quiet as he drives me, I am heading for my parent’s home The White House on Staten Island then Mia and I will meet up for our breakfast coffee, I am sure she will want to know everything. My eyes are tired from lack of sleep and dare I say it, my body feels the emptiness of not having Nico towering over me.The way his hands touched my body was enough to make me melt, my mind was not in full control. I need to watch that next time, for it won’t be long until I will be a caged bird in his mansion. It fills me with dread, knowing that I will no longer have my freedom and be his so-called Queen. Ha, it’s almost laughable, he does not respect me as his proper Queen I am just his pawn in his ridiculous quest to be the King.I sigh, my driver glances at me in the rearview mirror. “Are you okay, Lucky?” He asks me with concern. Andre has been my driver for the last four or five years now, he was appointe
NicoI check the time again; Lucky has not arrived. I made it explicitly clear she was to accompany me for this opening, I am enraged and on top of this my youngest brother is drunk and high on my sofa back home. It is an outrage, what the fuck is going on with my life right now? Do they not know who they are dealing with? “Call her again, I want her here in ten minutes, she has thirty minutes at the most.” I tell my assistant, Vinnie short for Veronica.“With due respect I have called her already twice, Nico and left her several voice messages.”“Well then fucking send someone to get her, I want her here. Do you hear me?” I bellow down the phone, my protection does not make any gesture that they can sense my distress nor pay attention to my outburst, they have heard worse, but this Lucky Gianluca is trying my patience and ordinarily I can be a very patient man but with her, she sends me over the edge. First hand fucking myself this morning thinking about her, never happened to me bef
LuckyI sense that Nico isn’t used to being slapped across the face, I can tell by the look of shock, however, he composes himself quickly. Neither his detail nor his driver say or do anything. Nico presses the button for the privacy screen to go up.“That Princess will be the first, last and only time you slap me. Do you understand? You will do as I say or I will see to it that you lose all your rights and freedom.”“Fuck. You,” I hurl at him my lips missing his on mine. Shit, I hate that I feel this way and more to the point that I enjoyed the warmth of his mouth covering mine, the way his tongue forced itself into mine, not waiting for permission to enter, no just probing in and then biting my lower lip until I am sure he almost drew blood. My heart is racing, and my breathing is erratic.“Get down on your knees in front of me,” he commands me his voice like ice, sending shivers down my spine.“Are you fucking insane? No way. Get some other whore to get on her knees.” I don’t have
NicoI zip myself up as Lucky wipes her mouth, gets herself together and goes to sit at the furthest point from me in the back of the limo. She glares at me, no doubt angry at herself for giving into me. A woman like Lucky Gianluca is fierce and strong, that unbridled passion and need for sex, however, governs her whether she likes it or not. She’s like a wild cat, like a bitch on heat, there is no sense or sensibility when her body takes over her mind and even the great Lucky Gianluca cannot override it.I smirk at her. My phone rings. She turns her face away. “No words?” I ask her. Lucky tilts her chin up, I guess that is the last word, she makes it look like she was doing me a fucking favor. “Listen Princess and listen good, this is your life now. You have no choice. This, being King of New York is important to me.”“Fuck yourself, Santangelo. There’s still a month until the wedding. Anything can happen by then. And this coming to get me like your little trinket to go to some swank
LuckyWhat the fuck has just happened? I am laying on the ground with Nico’s body over mine. I can hear screaming; people are moving in all directions as I see shoes passing my line of sight. “Stay still, Princess.” Nico’s breath is warm against my cheek, I’m way too scared to feel anything other than terror gripping me like a vice.“What’s going on? What just happened?”“Gun shot.”“Sir let’s go. Up, we need to get you and Ms Gianluca out of here. Stat.” Oh, thank God for that because laying face down on the sidewalk in Manhattan is not my favorite pass-time, that and whoever was shooting must want one of us dead. But who? Nico Santangelo, I mean he has enough enemies to last a lifetime and it wouldn’t surprise me if someone did want to take a shot at him. Or me? But why would anyone want to harm me? Unless of course they think the whole thing between Nico and myself actually means something, you know like love and passion. Then yeah, they might want to take me out to get to Nico. Am
NicoI have walked up and down the jet several times to stretch my legs and to contain the anger that seethes inside me. Somebody taking a shot at me has taken me beyond my anger limits, my blood boils the only thing I am grateful for, is that Lucky and I have not been hurt in any way. Now we must get to the bottom of it. I’ve contacted Tony, he needs to have every camera checked, there will be something to indicate who tried to attack us and in broad daylight. Dario is still missing. AGAIN. He drives me insane - someone needs to put a leash on my brother. The search is taking place as I am about to land on the island of Mustique, this is where my private safehouse is atop Endeavour Hill, it cost me over two-hundred million to purchase and is remote that nobody can get to it without a drive and getting through the high protection units I have surrounding it.We’ve been in the air for nearly five hours and Lucky still hasn’t come round. Good, I need her out cold for the landing and tra