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?
I've only ever kissed one man in my life... No. There was a time when I kissed countless boys just to make Christian jealous and he had to forcefully pull me off them. Back then, it didn't matter who they were. I don't remember their names or faces. To me, they were only tools I used to get what I wanted. But what's more surprising is that now I've forgotten Christian's kisses too. Not just that but also his touch. The memories are there but the feelings behind them are gone. Now all I can think about is the way Federico kissed me. The way his mouth moved over mine and how he awakened feelings I thought were long dead. If he hadn't pulled back, I don't know how long I would have let him continue. Saying I didn't see it coming would be a lie. I think everyone knows there's something going on between us. The rumors about our relationship in tabloid magazines and social media weren't baseless. Even Rita, my secretary is always trying to set us up. And it's not like Federico made any eff
I've been staring at the papers on my desk trying to make out what the letters on them say but I can't bring myself to concentrate long enough to understand anything. There still hasn't been any news on Federico and I'm starting to get worried. Where is he? Why hasn't he called? I refuse to believe he's dead but with every minute that passes, my belief crumbles a little. What happened after we left? He didn't seem concerned about the attack or he never would have taken us there in the first place. He's always one step ahead of his enemies so I don't think they bested him. Knowing him, he's probably playing games with us while coming up with a way to get back at them. But why hasn't he called or sent me a message? Who were those men? What beef do they have with him? I have so many questions but no one has the answers. Even if they do, they wouldn't tell me. We might seem close but when it comes to business, we don't interfere with each other. Or at least I try to stay out of his. How
"REGINA! REGINA!" "We have a problem," Rita says stopping in front of my desk."What problem?" "Your... Mrs Valente is here. She says she's not leaving until she talks to you" "Then let her in" "Alessio refused her entry because she has a gun and insists on bringing it inside" I stare at Rita waiting for her to get to the point "Should we frisk her before letting her in? At the end of the day, she's still Mr. Gambone's mother and we have to show her some respect but we can't let her do whatever she wants or she will take advantage of you. There's also the fact that she's still mourning the death of..." She stops and lowers her eyes. Mentioning Federico and death in one sentence has turned into a taboo around here. I'll admit, I was shocked when the lawyer said I was to take over the Valente organization. I still am but deep down, I haven't accepted that he's gone. Every time the door opens, I hope he'll step through it and tell me it was all a dream then proceed to extor
Two Months Later "Are you avoiding me?" "Mr. Bianchi, I assume this isn't a coincidence" "Please call me Marcelo. And you're right. This is not a coincidence" He folds his hands behind his back and cocks his head to the side, the look in his eyes accusing "How hard is it to make an appointment with you, Regina?" "I've been busy" "Busy or you were just avoiding me?" "Do we have unfinished business to talk about?" He doesn't start getting his money until early next year. I need time to collect it in cash without raising suspicion and to avoid exposing our relationship, we can't be seen together often. But it seems he doesn't understand that. Or he does but he doesn't care. Which makes me wonder how he'll make it to the top with his recklessness. If we're going to work together, he'd better learn discretion as early as now or I'm done with him. "How are you?" He asks, sounding genuinely concerned. "I'm fine" "You look haggard. When was the last time
"Would you like me to get you a car so you can drive yourself to and from school?" "I'm too young to drive" "You didn't think about that when you got in a stranger's car? Who was it?" She looks away pouting and any other day I'd think it was cute but not today. I'm still mad. We've been at this for an hour now. Ophelia refuses to tell me who drove her back or where she went. The cameras outside only caught her getting out of a black sedan with a covered number plate and tinted windows. I feel like shaking her until she answers my questions or she realizes how dangerous it was for her to leave school with a stranger. There's this nagging feeling at the back of my mind telling me it wasn't a stranger. She's not stupid. The problem is she won't tell me who picked her up. For someone her age, she sure is a tough cookie. I swear not even torture could get her to talk. Still, I can't let her get away with this shit "Ophelia, I'm talking to you. Answer me!" "How lon
"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