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Chapter 69: Susanna’s pov
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His breathing becomes ragged, the slightest catch of his breath, the subtlest moan in the back of his throat. Has there ever been a more beautiful sound than this?Bracing, I reach back, guiding him into the entrance of my body.Trust. I trust him way more than I trust myself. I widen my thighs and take in the first inch of him.Zefiro gasps from shock or pleasure, I can’t tell. He holds my hips is his vise-like grip and watches the tight movement of my hips against his. I roll them, breathing hard. He’s always been a tight fit, but I had somehow forgotten. He pulses against my seams, hissing sharply. I rise until I have but his tip at my entrance, and holding his stare, I drive back down, hard, taking in all of him at once. His hips buck and a sound so guttural, it almost seems distorted expels from him.I moan in pleasure, whimper in pain and shut my eyes in the joint ecstasy of both. No. I’m not the same woman I had been before them. They created something else entirely. I will n
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Breathing, I find, is harder than normal today. With only two days left till the month runs out, I find it hard to concentrate on anything else. Whenever I bring it up, Zefiro tells me nothing of his plans and asks only that I trust him.I want to, but the fear is getting the best of me.“Have you never wanted a family of yours?” I ask Rizzi as I try copying Lucia’s decent carrot cuts. Though, I’d say I’m much closer to chopping off my own fingers than getting the shapes right. Zefiro’s been busy these past couple of days, barely spending time home, and I’ve been stuck with his favoured right-hand, who only lets me out of his sight when I’m not in my bedroom.Rizzi shrugs, the single grey hair on his head glinting in the light as he turns to look over Lucia’s soon who has a piece of half-chewed cake dangling from his pink fingers. “I’ve never considered it before. I’ve been devout to the Viscontis my whole life. They’re family.”“And before that?”He has an irritated look on his face
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Zefiro’s hand on the small of my back feels like a brand and I hate it as much as I hate him right now. The cool air hitting my lungs makes me choke and my heels scrape against the floors as I refuse yet another step forward.I had been silent the entire night, refusing to fall into the despair that awaited me in the dark. Refusing to believe still that he would take me back. But I had awoken this morning to a midnight green dress and a pair of heels laid out for me and balked from it. I wore the dress and hated how pretty it looked on my skin, hated how much my body had filled out again, hated the color that returned to my skin and the light he had brought back to my eyes.Lucia had fussed over me with quick fingers, curling my hair into perfect waves, brushing color onto my cheeks like it would matter when Jaxon slams his fist into it. I hated her for it. Hated the woman in the mirror looking back at me, hated the high slit in the dress that exposed my legs, the strappy golden heels
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We’re taken to a different section of the casino, led by a couple of guards, and my heart breaks with every step we take forward, every sob that tears from my lips and Zefiro’s glaring indifference. He only cuts me a look back, once, and it is one of annoyance when my crying begins to echo.Why then? Why bring me out of here, try to make me better, get me out of that dark place only to bring me back? Why save my life? A bullet hole is still in his shoulder from taking a shot meant for me. It’s barely even healed and he’s handing me over to the enemy? My thoughts are in complete disarray and it only makes me more frantic.At long last, we reach a smooth metal door down a sleek, gray corridor, far from the music and more on the officiated, sophisticated part of it and I am shoved in, yet again, half stumbling into the large, dimly lit room.Gazes…too many flit in our direction and I seize completely.A long table large enough to fit a group of thirty runs along the room. There are two s
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I earn a moment’s reprieve when Zaytsev proposes a vote and Petrovich snarls at him, promising him murder and the fingers of his wife. Zaytsev doesn’t take that very well and snarls right back, half out of his chair.“It would seem there is a general dissent in the ranks,” Zefiro finally speaks, his voice cutting through the low murmur of the room for the first time and though, not many on our side like his input very much, they do not disagree with him.He toys with the glass of water, looking between the two brothers obviously out for each other’s blood. “Rather than spilling blood, a vote would be the wise choice. Though, I propose the vote not be on who gets the seat, but rather on whether or not the position of Pakhan should be contested for, at all.” He inclines his head towards Petrovich. “That way, you know who’s been whispering behind your back or who is truly loyal. You win, you get to kill them.” And to Zaytsev he murmurs, “And you just might get the opportunity to make a g
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More shots ring through the hall and screams follow, with scrambling feet and scraping chairs. The singer's voice falters and wobbles, before ceasing altogether. The adept fingers on the piano, however, doesn't stop. I stare at Jaxon for a time. From his lifeless blue eyes, the blood pouring from the top of his head, from his chin onto my hands, my clothes. A subtle tremble begins from the core of my being, from the core of where the woman in me resides, spreading out until my fingers are cold, numb and filled with tremors. An arm lands on my shoulder, pulling me off Jaxon and I thrash against it, finding it difficult to aim, to keep the gun in my grasp. I just killed him. "Relax," Rizzi grunts against my ear. "It's about to get bloodier. We need to get you out of here." My gaze veers right and my stomach churns. Petrovich has a bullet between his brows, and his head hangs from an awkward angle of the chair's back. The woman who had b
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The door on my left swings open and the little pockets of air I’ve selfishly gulped down my throat vanishes as Zefiro slides in beside me.My nails prick the leather of the backseat and a white handkerchief lands in my thigh. My fingers squeeze the silken material, unsure if it is meant for the blood or my tears and I let myself glance left. There is blood on his sleeves.“You could’ve told me.” My voice cracks on the last word.His head cocks, but his gaze remains out the window. “I did.” When his brown eyes find mine, there is fire alive in them…and hurt. “You’ll never trust me, will you?”“I—I was…I d—didn’t…I just—“He shakes his head and laughs a little, dark curls caressing his high cheekbones. “You have no idea the lengths I would go, the depravities I would commit to protect you. And if I could, I would carry your pain and scars, wear them with pride so you never have to. I would give—have given—everything. I have killed for you, bled for you, gone to war with myself, my worl
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The next couple of days are critical and tense. There’s a guard hovering in every spot at the house. Rizzi says it might take a while yet before the Zaytsevs establish order and until then, it’d be best to keep away from the windows or open spaces.He made good on his promise, though I hadn’t believed him. The green-eyed singer from Morwenna’s cell, her name is Isha and even if she’d been kidnapped on a joy trip to Mexico and trafficked, even if she received word that her parents had looked for their the whole time, she wasn’t returning home.She had been engaged. And the society where ‘home’ was would shame her for what she had been through. Her sisters would never get married if she returned and ruined their reputation. It’d be better if she remained dead to them.Rizzi had her placed in one of the family’s exclusive restaurants under Zefiro’s orders. The guests enjoy her singing.I was beginning to think everything Rizzi had said was true. It makes me question my decisions, too.
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Alessandro There’s a woman by the bar. A friend of Susanna’s, I suppose. Nice tits in that golden silk dress, jade green eyes that seem haunted, yet alive in a strange way, a trim waist and a dip in her hip. Usually, I hated those. But she’d turned slightly and I had been graced with a fucking boner when I caught sight of her ass.Round and fat. Fuck.And then, she’d opened her mouth and sang for Susanna. While everyone around me had been held captive by a voice that didn’t quite belong in this world.My mood had gone from zero to a thousand. A steady bitterness coated my tongue at the sight of Visconti’s tongue down Susanna’s throat, while my sister rotted in the hell of his choosing, the guilt and hatred eating me alive. I wanted to have even a taste of the sweetness Zefiro had in his life. Wanted to have his wife and his son. Wanted to have his power and his lack of fear. Wanted to be the mother fucker.And a little dainty thing had walked past my line of sight and distracted
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He says nothing as he carries me inside. I spot Fabian and Erica pressed against one of the stone gargoyles, kissing like they’re about to rip each other apart.I look away quickly, swallowing the longing in my gut. “You have been avoiding me.”His eyes flick to mine briefly and his throat works slightly. “I’ve been occupied.”“You’ve been sneaking out of your bedroom before I wake,” I counter as he walks us through the crowded hallways of his mansion. His lips press together. His ears go slightly red. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”I sigh, looping my arms around his neck as he ascends the stairs. “I know you’re still mad at me, but you can’t ignore me forever.”He doesn’t answer.“What do I have to do to get you to forgive me?”His gorgeous eyes slant at me suspiciously, but he stays silent. When we reach his bedroom, he sets me down gently on the bed. “You should rest. The party will go on past midnight, and I have business to attend—”“It’s our wedding night.”His eyes
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I don’t have my mother or father to walk me down the aisle, but I don’t do it alone. I clutch Rizzi’s arm like a lifeline, nails digging into the expensive black fabric of his suit as we step past the arched hallway and into the garden. My pulse is a runaway train, my stomach in knots that have knots, and my heels suddenly feel two inches taller.“Is it the nerves or the dress?”My nails dig into his black suit and I try to force down more floral coated air. The yard stretches out before us, decorated in wild flowers, vines and lush greenery, the shaded walk way covered in rose petals path draped unraveling under my feet. My train catches, sweeping across the floors and soft ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ fill the air as we close in on last row of white Chiavari seats.“Both?”“If it makes you feel any better, I was too.”An ugly snort slips past my lips before I can stop it, loud enough to make even the pianist flinch. Christ. "They must think I’m a mess."Rizzi taps the back of my hand, a smirk t
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Zefiro doesn’t take the envelope. Doesn’t even look at it. And for a second—maybe longer—I panic.“I’m twelve weeks.” My voice is hoarse, shaky. “I—I didn’t know. Not at first. Thought it was just the stress from exams, my shitty diet, my lack of sleep. But when I couldn’t keep food down, Fabian dragged me to the doctor, thinking I had the flu, and…”My words taper off into nothing as Zefiro takes a slow step back, then another, before sinking into his chair. He drags both hands over his face, through his hair, down again. Lets out a shuddering breath.“There’s a deal with the Chicago Outfit.” His voice is quiet, almost to himself. “This changes everything.”And then, he’s peering at me with a well -guarded, well-controlled expression. His eyes flick down once to my belly, and his nostrils flare. “Do you want it?”It is phrased like a casual question, but I see it for what it is. Another choice. The last choice I’ll ever likely make when it comes to whatever is left of us. And because
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I went through day after day like a wraith. And before I could tell, a month had passed since the encounter. By the end of October, I have succeeded in not only failing every class woefully, but getting enough concern to get enrolled for counseling.November is the longest month. I can’t bring myself to do anything but breathe, bathe, eat, sleep and cry. By the month’s end, my clothes begin hanging off my frame awkwardly and my appetite is as dead as I feel inside.I stop calling him and leaving messages. I wouldn’t forgive me either had I been in his shoes.The loud banging on my front door rouses me from tired sleep, but I have no strength in my limbs to answer it. I draw the covers over my face and nestle back into the pillows.My room door slamming open startles me and I turn slowly at Erica’s remark. “It’s a pig’s sty in here.”The covers are thrown off my body and I voice my protest as larger arms yank me off the bed. “Put me down,” I whimper as Fabian takes me to the bathroom a
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The memories return to me in bits over the next few weeks, fueling my need to see him. To explain. To apologize. To plead. But he never returned to London, and it took an embarrassing amount of time to realize why.As the owner, it was only normal that he attended the opening ceremony. The woman who had been perched on his shoulder that night is Diana Moreau, and she will be managing Oblio Nero. He has no reason to be here, when he has other engagements elsewhere.I wasn’t enough reason for him to stay. Not anymore. Because I’ve gone and ruined everything. Again.“I can’t have children!” The words rip from my throat like something jagged and raw, something torn straight from the center of my being. I hadn’t known for a long time. Not until a couple of years into my marriage with Jaxon. He’d returned home one night, drunk and angry. I was ill and didn’t feel like being subjected to his rage. I refused and the beating had been so bad, I’d broken a rib.He’d taken me to the hospital in b
