You do what, sweetheart? Also, I low-key like this psycho Dylan. Think he can go toe to toe with Federico? π€
Fingers ghost over my face, tracing my eyes, nose, and lips. The scent surrounding me is heavenly so I turn my face to breathe it in. Thinking that I could lie here forever. It's warm, strong, and... Wait, where exactly is here? My eyes snap open. I come face to face with Federico. The expression in his eyes is soft and murderous at the same time. Why is he here? Why am I in his arms? "Did you have a nice nap?" "I don't take naps," I say trying to get up but he tightens his hands. Holding me down. "What do you call what you just did?" My memory comes rushing back. That fucking bastard Dylan. I'm done with him and the entire Irish. What the fuck is wrong with him? What did he think he could achieve from knocking me out? If he went back on his word and took all the money, I'm hunting him down and killing all his family."What happened? When did you get here?" "By the time I arrived, Cavanaugh was long gone and you were propped up against this container" "Let go of me. I need to che
It wasn't me. I didn't get there on time and I wasn't the one who blew up the warehouses. As much as I'd like to chalk all this up to coincidence, I know it's not. But I have no idea who could be behind this. Regina has a lot of enemies. As a woman in this business, of course, men hate her and want to see her gone. She's the proof that women can also succeed in something men thought only they were capable of and it doesn't sit well with them. Given the chance, even her closest relatives would kill her to prove a point. So the fact that someone helped her and took revenge for her is suspicious. My first guess was Bianchi but he wouldn't be foolish enough to declare war against the Irish. Not if he wants to win the election. Could it be someone new? But what do they want from her? Fuck, I hope they're not trying to woo her because I will kill them before they make their first move. It wouldn't be the first time someone tried to impress her. While others want her dead, there are a few w
By the time the car pulls up to the house, Ophelia's bag is empty and my stomach is full of all the unhealthy shit Federico force-fed me. If we were alone I would have stabbed him with the knife in my hands. Only a fool would sleep without a weapon. He entered my room after I'd just woken up and was contemplating whether to come with him or not. So I grabbed the knife under my pillow on instinct but I didn't expect him to carry me out. He's a savage dressed in a three-piece suit. "Where are we?" "Somewhere nice" he replies as the door on his side is opened. His driver peeks inside. "Uhh, do I want to know?" Manno asks his eyes shifting between us. "Know what?" "Got it. Ma'am, you look like you had fun" I think he's talking to me and a reply is on the tip of my tongue but he closes the door and rounds the car to open Ophelia's door "Did you at least leave some snacks for me?" "Yes" To my surprise, Ophelia's hand disappears into her bag and she pulls out a
I've spent the last twenty minutes trying to understand what is happening and what it is I truly want but I don't have a clear answer. Does Federico want me? I think so. Do I want him or do I just like knowing he wants me? I've only ever been in a relationship with one man. Growing up, any boy who approached me either wanted to make connections for their fathers or were just out to conquer the great Regina Vincelli. Bets were placed to see who would win and some went as far as hiring people I'd to seduce me. It was the reason I fell in love with Christian. He did everything he could to push me away so I knew that if I managed to change his mind, his feelings for me would be true. After him, I wasn't interested in anyone else. I couldn't stomach the thought of another man touching me. Despite living with Federico for two years, not once was I attracted to him. He became someone I could rely on and trust but nothing more. After all these years, why now? He's had several lovers, some of
"Does that scare you?" She takes a few steps forward, closing the distance between us. My eyes drop to her chest where her nipples are poking through the dress. Her sweet scent drifts to my nose and I want to bury my nose between her breasts and stay there forever. It takes everything in me to lift my gaze back to hers and the gloating in her eyes has me wondering if she's doing this on purpose. Is she trying to seduce me or is it my imagination? For as long as I've known her, she's always been aloof. I thought that even after she'd gotten over her dead lover, I'd still have a hard time trying to convince her to look at me. But if she's taking the initiative, that's a whole other story.I took a lot of videos and photos of Ophelia while she was growing up because I knew this day would come. The day when she was ready to put the past behind her and move forward. Obviously, the first thing she would do is see what she missed. I'm glad she's finally ready to be a part
The best weekend of my life? What a load of bullshit. I already feel like my back is about to break into two. I'm convinced he made the 'no servants' rule just so he could torture me. Manno dropped everything off in the backyard and then disappeared and I haven't seen Tobia since we arrived. Ophelia is busy going through her snacks list and the shopping bags, leaving me and Federico to pitch the tent. You'd think since he decided to do this, he knew what to do but he is just as clueless as I am. I've lost count of how many I wanted to shoot his ass in the last ten minutes alone."Practice makes perfect" He keeps saying with a smile. I truly thought that between the two of us, figuring out how to pitch a tent would be easy but it took us an hour and a half to realize we were doing it all wrong and another thirty minutes to get the thing standing straight. My first thought after that was to lie down and relax but he wouldn't let me "We have to set up the fire. Op
I open my eyes to find hazel orbs staring down at me. I'm caught off guard by the intensity in them but I can't bring myself to look away. How long has he been watching me sleep? Do I have drool on my face? What about eye boogers? Why the fuck do I care? It's not like it's the first time we've slept on the same bed. But that doesn't mean I want him to see what I look like first thing in the morning. Should I just close my eyes and pretend to go back to sleep? If he took photos of me drooling I'll set his house on fire. As if reading my mind, he reaches out and brushes my hair back saying, "You're perfect" My breath hitches. Yeah, that is definitely not what I was expecting him to say. Goodness, it's too early for this. My brain can't come up with a reply so I look around trying to compose myself while thinking of a way to start another topic. It occurs to me that there was another human who slept between us but she's missing. "Where is Ophelia?" "She went to get us breakfast"
"Why do you look like that? What happened back there?" "Nothing," She says, the look in her eyes blank. I can't remember the last time she gave me that look. "Regina..." I grab her arm and pull her back "Talk to me" "Let go of me" I do but only because I don't want to irritate her further. The tone of her voice indicates I won't anything out of her right now. One moment she was ready to fight me over a bar of chocolate and the next she's back to her old self. When she left, I thought Ophelia's words must have hurt her somehow but now, I'm not so sure. The blank look she's been wearing for the past ten years is back. It's as if she's gone back to mourning him and feeling guilty. "We'll leave in a while. You can leave your clothes here if you don't feel like packing" She walks past me without replying. I look at Martin. "Where did you find her?" "Deep in the woods, sir" "Did you notice anything off about her or the surroundings?" "No sir. But she looked shocked to see me" "Why?
"You look like a sore loser," I tell Federico sitting at the head of the table. His eyes track my movements, pausing on my chest for a second too long before dropping down to my lap. Then he looks back up to my face but doesn't say anything. He's still miffed about the phonecall from from earlier. Never thought I'd ever see this man pouting and damn if my mind doesn't conjure a mini Federico doing the same. I'd reach over and try to make amends but he started this game. I'm competitive as hell and by now, he should know how vengeful I can be. If he thought he could get me to beg him then I'm afraid he picked the wrong woman. Biting the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling, I study him. His intense eyes, straight nose, chiseled jaw, and the five o'clock shadow he's spotting. He has a head full of hair that isn't slicked back today but still looks neat. It's as if he can't bear looking anything other than perfect. Then there's the broad shoulders, muscular arms, and talented
I'd forgotten how vengeful Regina could be sometimes. Never in my life have I felt so helpless. My thoughts are running in circles wondering if what she said was true. Why didn't I think of it? She's young, hot and men fall at her feet. Of course, she was hung up on her dead lover and wasn't ready for another serious relationship. But that didn't mean she'd been alone. I'm the idiot for thinking like that. The thought of Tobia or that fucker Alessio with their heads between her legs makes my blood boil. Especially her head of security. No wonder he's so protective of her and hates my guts. I kick the stupid door angrily, cursing that fucker Vincelli to hell and back. You'd think he was locking a fucking criminal in this room and not his daughter. Why didn't she move to the master bedroom? How did she kill that bastard? Now that I think about it, I don't remember her telling me anything. She walked into this house, shot any man who contradicted her, and took over
My eyes pop open and it takes me a moment to figure out I'm in bed. Then another to register the heaviness across my middle is Federico's arm. He's lying on his stomach with his other hand next to his head snoring. For Someone who is sleeping in my bed for the first, he looks way too comfortable. If I truly wanted to keep his organization, it would be so easy to kill him right now. But luckily for him, I still need him for a few things. And they definitely don't involve him using his mouth, fingers or dick. Or maybe they do. Fuck, I hope one orgasm isn't going to turn me into a lovesick puppy. He was right about me being curious about what else he could do and I'll admit, it's been a long time since a man touched me but that doesn't mean anything. His moving to my house and insisting on staying in my bedroom doesn't mean we're dating. I can want him without falling in love with him. We'll satisfy each other's needs then he can go back to being his old self. I haven't slept with any
"So who was the mastermind?" Regina asks peering up at me. Even without a lick of make-up, she's still the most beautiful woman. And maybe I'm overreaching but the orgasm did wonders. She's practically glowing. I make a promise to myself to give her at least one every day. "Rizzo's cousin," I say playing with her hair, noticing the texture is the same as Ophelia's. She definitely inherited it from her. "I've never liked that bastard and I wouldn't be surprised if he was behind his cousin. Tell me you at least killed him" "Rizzo? Not yet. He's still the mayor. But they should be burying that rat right around now" What I don't tell her is that he sang like a canary before I ended him. I have all his contacts and the evidence he was smart enough to collect. Photos and videos of famous people purchasing men, women, and children. There's also a ledger detailing their sick preferences and how much they were willing to pay. I'll be keeping those for future use. Every one of them is goin
Tarah came through. When I first hired her, we made a deal. She gets to name her price and in return, I get results. Fast. She's never disappointed me. With a name and a location, Manno leaves to go get the guy. I know he's not the mastermind because I've never heard of him. Unless he has a hidden identity, there's someone else behind him. The asshole is playing hide and seek with me and he better hope I don't catch him. A lot of people might want me dead but very few have the guts to try and kill me. Especially in broad daylight. At the moment, I'm in a safe house planning my next move. Depending on what we get from the guy, we'll either be going home or hunting. I would very much like to go home. It's been a few hours since the house burnt down and I'm guessing my men have already found out. Did one of them tell Regina? Is she panicking? I fucking hope she is. There's no way she kissed me like that and then went back to not caring. I regret not doing it while Ophelia was out with
Two Months AgoI watch Regina get in the car after Ophelia and my anger rises to additional levels. Who the fuck thought it was okay to cut my weekend with my girls short? I had to carry Regina out of bed so she could be here. Mostly because I was scared how easy it would have been to lose her. Sometimes, all it takes is a few seconds to kill someone. If that bastard had wanted to kill her, she wouldn't be here. So even though someone already dealt with him, it doesn't mean I've forgotten. I still have a bone to pick with him. It's time people found out just how off-limits Regina is.I thought we'd made progress. She smiled a lot, made jokes, turned her phone off so she could spend time with Ophelia and I thought I could convince her to spend the rest of the day with me. When I suggested we go back, I didn't actually mean I was going to drop her at home. Manno was to take Ophelia to the house so I could get a few more hours with her mother. But these idiots decided to ruin everything.
"A cop? You know who she is and you're still fucking around with her?" Regina bellows, her eyes flashing. Even from where I'm standing, I can see her body vibrating with anger. And any other time, I'd be happy to see her display of jealousy. It means she cares. But not now. Right now, I feel like throttling her because she never listens to anything I say. Never. "How many times do I have to tell you that she's not my girlfriend?" "You showed up with her last night and you've been with her..." "Christ woman, do you ever listen? Or do my words go in one ear and exit the other?" "Do you ever tell me anything? You should have told me who she was the moment you found out, damnit!" "So you could kill her?" "Yes. Unless you're afraid of losing your whore, I don't understand why she's still breathing. Ophelia is off limits and anyone who goes near is as good as dead. No compromises, Federico" I take in what's supposed to be a calming breath but it's not working. An angry Regina is
I must have lost my mind too because my body reacts to his command. My stomach flexing behind the wet clothes and my core clenching. Luckily, his eyes are on my face so he doesn't me pressing my knees together. That makes this whole situation weird and has me questioning my sanity. This madman dropped me in the shower while I was still dressed and I'm turned on? But the thought of having his hands on my bare skin is almost enough for me to forget what an asshole he is. Almost. Knocking his hands away, I take a step back. "Get out" "Not until you wash the remnants of him off you" Okay, maybe borrowing Marcelo's body wash and cologne was a bit diabolical but Federico deserves it. I can't believe I thought being with another man would be cheating while he was probably screwing that bitch every day for the past two months. Anger blurs my vision and I want to punch him until his dick falls off. Ugh, that is so childish. I can think of better ways to make him regret his existence.
"Are you staying or will you go back?" Ophelia asks. "Go back where?" I ask absentmindedly while my fingers flex around the coffee cup in my hand. It's already ten in the morning but Regina hasn't come back. I fucking spent the night here, waiting for her but she never came. I even tried calling her and that crazy woman sent my calls to voicemail. Did she really spend the night with Bianchi? I hope she didn't. Because if he so much as touched a single hair on her head, he wouldn't live to see another day. From the moment she kissed me back, she was mine. Fuck it. She's always been mine. From the moment I laid my eyes on her, she belonged to me. "...Rico" "Yes, principessa. I'm staying" "Here? With us?" I start to tell her that I'll be at my house but pause. Why can't I live with them? Nothing is stopping me from moving in here. My men have been reporting to Regina so it wouldn't hurt if they continued doing it for a while longer. I can stay here and keep an eye on the p