"Some people die at 25 and aren't buried until 75." - Benjamin FranklinMelody POVThere was more to the story than everything Suzy told us...But fuck! The woman was already pitiful enough and I just couldn't bring myself to make her life even more miserable. All I had to do was to keep watch of her and make sure that Valero doesn't sink his claws into her and turn her into a venomous snake he was.Women like her were a fusion of both naive and world-weary. The amount of damage they were capable of was close to jarring. And letting her wander the world freely and without a leash around her neck would be a colossal mistake. One thing I couldn't afford, especially right now!"Signora..." Dante and Douglass came rushing to me when we exited the house. I halted in my steps and glared at them, a stone-cold expression sitting like a mask on my face."May you kindly reconsider your decision of sending us away?" It was Dante who broke the ice, only because he had balls big and hard enough to
“Mafia! What is that? A kind of cheese?” ~ Gerlando AlbertiJordan POVIt was growing. This feeling in my chest whenever I thought about her...It was this amazing sensation that bloomed inside of me whenever the corners of her eyes wrinkled with laughter, the sense of pride and satisfaction that swelled in my chest when watching her doing what she did best... The unmistakable clenching of my heart whenever I saw her cry. It was this intense crippling need to protect her at all costs: especially with my baby growing inside of her.Day by day, I was growing more infatuated with Melody Cattanio than I ever thought I will be. And all I could think about was becoming a man worthy of her. I never thought I'd ever find somebody who made me feel everything the way Melody did. It was no longer the Stockholm syndrome, it was something I dreaded the most but was all ready to bathe her with it altogether.Even now, watching her lay on the table with the pink hospital gown while chewing merciles
"I love the old way best, the simple way of poison, where we too are strong as men" -EURIPIDES JORDAN POV"Although the number of clients reduced due to the saga in Chicago, we can see that our sales increased by 30%. We were able to dispatch 30 trucks across the country, earning us..."A soft ping disrupted my focus on the speaker who was presenting the sales report. I stealthily fished my phone out of my pocket, Ben smiled when I saw the small message icon with hearts on it.'I feel like eating something sweet and sour.'The message read. My smile grew impossibly larger as I typed furiously and did not back a quick response.'Dinner date after work?'I placed the phone flat on the table and reattempted to focus on whatever was being said. Soon enough the ping went off again!'I want us to finish that silly show you faced on me.'My smile became too hard to conceal so I cleared my throat, earning myself the attention of others who sat around the table."Is there a problem, sir?" Reb
“Most men I know pissed away their fortunes. I’m the only one I know, that made a fortune pissin'” ~ Frank CostelloMELODY POV “Took you long enough. Were you dolling yourself up?'' I leered watching Jordan descend down the stairs in majestic steps, clad in a black tux that made him look like a sex god. His jet-black hair was jelled on the sides of his head, and I could smell him from where I stood in a red gown with a slit that ran up my thigh to the lean of my waist."It would be highly immoral to walk into a room full of American elites with bedroom hair and reeking like sex." he sneered with a tiny smirk, and my stomach dropped into a pit. A tiny smile threatened to place itself on my lips, so I hid it with a slight roll of my eyes."That is so rich coming from you" The same person who made me wear his cum inside this red gown with no panties on was the same one who talked about morals.I fished my phone out of my clutch and dialed Dante before putting him on loudspeaker. He answ
"Mafia is a process,not a thing. Mafia is a form of clan - cooperation to which it's individual members pledge lifelong loyalty....Friendship, connections, family ties, trust, loyalty, obedience - this was the glue that held us together." ~ Joseph BonannoJORDAN POV "Mother..." I barked stretching my arms and pulling Britt into a bear hug. "Jord..." her body relaxed in my hold, and something tucked inside of me. I pushed her off me and pushed her at arm's length, then looked at the eyes that reflected mine."I was so happy to receive your call." she drawled in a low timbre, as though she was afraid to anger the owners of the house with her voice. My mother's timidness against the Catt - As was justified, but good lord: you'd swear she walked straight into the lion's den."Right, you are here," Melody announced stepping into the house, and my mom's neck tensed. Terror settled on her face visibly, and I turned out to look at Mel."Oh come on Brittany...'' she threw her arms drastically
"To forgive the terrorists is up to God, but to send them to Him is up to me!" Vladimir PutinMELODY POVI was trying. Like really trying with everything inside of me to channel the sweet Laura inside of me, but I was failing. Miserably so.I know Jordan craved to see his wife and mother be on the same page and side of things, but Brittany fuckin Rothschild made all of that impossible. She was such a jinx who flinched even at the breath of a cat. Dogs farted, she flinched, a car honked, she screamed and jumped into the air; or clung herself at me, digging her dirty nails into my skin and my clothes. I know Jordan wanted me to get a little close to his mom, but there was no way I was going to get used to any of this. Brittany was a helpless case, and she was stupid beyond redemption there was nothing I could do. When I was tired of telling her off in the middle of Los Angeles at Fuckin’ 10 on a Sunday morning, I decided to go sit down by a bench and browse through the internet for som
“Mafia! What is that? A kind of cheese?” ~ Gerlando AlbertiMELODY POVBREAKING NEWS‘The former First Lady of the United States, Susan Thornton was assassinated inside her home in La Querida compound after she continuously refused to give any response regarding the rumors of her being involved with the trafficker's ring that had endangered lives of over 300 American teenage girls. Upon further investigations, it was discovered that Mrs. Thornton was truly involved in the act, and this angered millions of Americans. Her sudden death is believed to be caused by... '"Laylah?" I intoned staring blankly at my reflection in the mirror."Yes, signora?""Turn off the tv," I commanded softly, and she rounded the vanity chair I was sitting on before switching the tv off with a flick of a button."And my hair... I want a low bun." I hated ponytails and high buns unless I was in the gym or kicking the asses, I never wanted to wear my hair up high."Like this?" she pulled down the curls from the
"Nobody can give you freedom; nobody can give you equality or Justice. If you are a man, you take it!" - Malcolm XJORDAN POVI left Melody’s room with a raging hard-on and my blood sizzling hot in my veins. Finally, I was going to wife her. I didn't know what I have been thinking all this time, but I never prepared my heart and soul thoroughly and didn't understand the whole idea of being cuffed. Or maybe I did, but I didn’t really comprehend the depth of it. But as the days rolled by, and more people piled up at the manor, the density of the situation settled onto my shoulders with a depressing weight. But don't think I wasn't any excited, or getting cold feet. No! That didn't describe what I was feeling.This was... No words could possibly measure up the sensation inside of me.I wanted Melody, I wanted her more than I wanted my next breath. And seeing he’d in that little skimpy robe knowing that there were only a few hours left until she became officially mine, fuck… I don’t reme