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
LuckyMy mouth tastes like an army of ants have taken refuge and there is some vile taste at the back of my throat. My lids feel heavy, I know I’ve been sedated I recall the needle going into my vein. And now I want some answers.“Well, I’m waiting, Nico? Why did you sedate me, what is your fucking game? You want to date rape me is that it?” Only I have no idea where I am this isn’t his home, I can see from the floor to ceiling windows in front of me that there is a forest and I can see blue, the sea or an ocean. He doesn’t have this kind of view from his sprawling mansion in Manhattan. God and I have a headache on top of everything else. I check I am still dressed, check. Good that’s one thing. The room I’m in has sanded, wood floors they look like they’re oak, wide planked. Nice. Above me is a ceiling fan but it’s not running. The plantation shutters on the windows to the side are open, more views of a forestland and sea or ocean. And we seem to be fairly high up otherwise how would
NicoI watch her face her with amusement, her eyes are dark for eyes so green it makes me wonder just exactly what she is thinking, as I take in her beauty, she is dazzling, and I have to admit I am jealous of her fork right now as she places it in her mouth.“You looked like you wanted to drive that fork straight into my jugular, Princess. Are you having deep, dark thoughts?” I chuckle, she amuses me as she furrows her brows. I forget with her feistiness; she is nearly ten years younger than me. Her eyes narrow into slits as she finishes chewing.“Yes, actually. I was wondering how it would look if I drove this fork into your neck. Anyhow, I’m done eating I care not for dessert. I want a phone and I want to contact my parents.”“All done, Princess. You need to relax.”“Relax, are you kidding me right now? When did you call them?”“It’s all taken care of; I spoke to Tony whilst you were sleeping.”“I wasn’t sleeping, Nico. You had me fucking sedated.” She huffs, wipes her mouth with th
LuckyThe suite of rooms is impressive, it’s almost the same size as my entire penthouse back in Manhattan and that is saying something. There is an entrance hall that is all black marble with a white vein and leads to double doors to a gorgeous lounge with tan leather sofa and two reading chairs, an open fireplace made of stone and what look to be Persian rugs on the floor, the oak burnished wood flooring left exposed is polished and gleaming. Floor to ceiling windows look out to the ocean, I open them even though it is much cooler now, but I need the air.Being around Nico makes me all hot and bothered, and not because I get angry when I see him for what he stands for and this blasted arranged marriage. No, something entirely different. He makes me hot for him. There, I have admitted it. I hold my hands up like an alcoholic in an AA meeting. He makes me feel a desire that I’ve never felt before, my body heats up at the mere sight of him, nothing like I have experienced ever before.