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Summer 2006 Thirteen-year-old Regina was rushing to the kitchen because Isabella, her nanny, had promised she could eat ice cream once she was done with her homework. She'd done it in record time and wanted her reward. Isa never lied and if she wanted anything, she could have it but there was a kind of excitement she always felt whenever she earned her rewards. A sort of fulfillment a thirteen-year-old didn't have words to describe. Since she was in a hurry, she wasn't careful with her steps and missed the last two stairs. With a scream, she went flying, prepared to land on her face and break her nose. Instead, strong arms wrapped around her and she fell on top of something hard. Her forehead colliding with something harder. "Oomph" She lifted her head, ready to offer an apology, and looked into the most beautiful green eyes she'd ever seen. The word sorry died in her throat. "Wow," she breathed in innocent wonder. How come she'd never s
"What can I get you, ma'am?" "Daiquiri. Thank you" I say leaning on the bar suggestively, my dress moving up an inch. The bartender moves to my left to make the drink but he keeps flicking his eyes back to me every few seconds. If I was in his position, I would also misunderstand. Judging by the way my breasts are almost spilling out of the dress I wore tonight, he probably thinks I'm into him or something. A black little number that hugs my curves and has a plunging neckline. The hem is dancing dangerously close to my bare ass and even though my back is to him, I know his eyes are glued on the material. Probably wishing for it to ride a little higher so he can confirm whether I'm wearing panties or not. I'm not. Tonight, I brought all the guns out and then some. Not real guns though. Just a few things that are supposed to make Christian change his mind. My birthday was two months ago and it was the best birthday in my life. I turned eighteen, lost my virgin
"Where are we on the shipment?" "We're making progress, ma'am" I throw him a dirty glare over my shoulder "Try again" "It will be done by the end of the end day, ma'am" "I don't need to tell you what will happen if this isn't sorted today" it's simple. Heads will roll. I am not in the mood to play games with those bastards at the port. If that shipment is a day late, I will handle it the way I normally do. By shooting first and asking questions later. I'm tired of men thinking they can get away with defying me just because I'm a woman. Dino nods. I expect him to leave but he continues to stand where he is "Anything else?" "Mr. Gambone is waiting for you in your office" "When did he arrive?" "A few minutes ago, ma'am""You can leave" I bite out through gritted teeth. Keeping up my calm and unbothered facade when all I what I want to do is run in there and punch him for invading my privacy. He shouldn't be here, much less in my office. Who knows what he's
"Federico!" He pauses in front of the door his driver, Manno is holding open "What the fuck is your problem?" "What are you talking about?" "Are you following me? How did you know I was meeting Rizzo here? And even if it's a coincidence, why the hell would you threaten him?" "He was slandering me. I can't allow that" "Bullshit! Do you think I can't handle him? Is that the reason you keep interfering with my business?" "Is that anger I detect in your voice, Regina?" I grind my teeth so hard I'm surprised they haven't turned to dust already. For years, I've maintained a certain image in front of people. Cool, calm, unbothered. Talk, yell, strip, die in front of me and I won't bat an eyelash. I've killed ruthlessly then gone back to having my dinner as if nothing happened. Only one person can evoke some semblance of emotions from me. But of late, Federico is getting under my skin and I hate it. Old me would never have followed him out of the restaurant. Instead, I would have t
I take one last look in the mirror and then make my way to the office downstairs. It's past ten and aside from the men patrolling outside, everyone has retired to their rooms. Lifting a book off the shelves, I press a button that opens a secret door then push it open and press the lift button. It opens immediately because no one uses it. Once I step inside, things go back to how they were, the door closing and the shelves returning to their normal position. I lived in this house my whole life but I never knew about the secret rooms until I defied papa. Then he turned into someone else. Someone I couldn't recognize. It's been that way for years now. Except, now I'm the one he can't recognize. It makes me wonder if he's ever regretted his decision. Would things have been different if he'd stopped when I begged him to? The elevator stops and the doors slide open. As I walk into the room, my heels announce my arrival. There are days like today when I expect him to turn his head and look a
The look on her face is priceless and I'm the lucky bastard who gets to capture it on camera. I've been taking videos of Ophelia since the day she was born, recording every milestone in case Regina misses something important. She's so busy running an empire that she barely gets to see her daughter. As the good samaritan that I am, I sometimes take advantage of that. But only because the woman is stubborn. She's blind to anything that doesn't involve Vincelli organization. So far, I've wrangled two dinners and three drink dates from her in exchange for the videos. The footage I took today will earn me a drink or a dinner date depending on her mood. She's apathetic that seeing any expression on her face is a record-worthy event. Even if it's anger. She stops at the foot of the stairs with a gun in each hand. Her eyes scanning the room cautiously. I rake my gaze over her outfit. A silk nightgown with a V-neck that molds perfectly to the swell of her breasts and a floor-length, matching
Flashback "Christ, move" he grabs the extinguisher and puts out the fire. I realize there was a kitchen towel next to the stovetop and it's half burnt. That must be the source of the fire. Or the oil I accidentally poured on the towel. Federico turns to look at me, annoyance flashing in his eyes. I wonder if it was his favorite towel "Were you trying to burn my house down?" "I want eggs" "Yes, Your Highness. Who the fuck do you think I am? Your maid?" "Then move. I'll cook for myself" "Forget it" he takes the pan with burnt eggs and throws it in the sink then grabs another one. Cracking two eggs in a bowl. I wonder why I didn't think of that. "Make it four" "You know I'm starting to think this deal is not worth all this trouble. Eat your fucking eggs and go back home" "We already signed the contract," I tell him watching the way he flips the eggs. How are they not burnt? "How did you do that?" "Control the fire. If you're not sure about the amount of heat to
"Gentlemen, you're up early. I hope you came prepared. The chilly morning air can be detrimental to your health" I quip walking past them. It's nine in the morning but I'm ready for this day to be over. Dealing with underbosses who happen to be part of the family is tiring. I know how the mafioso values family but I'd rather have men who have earned the position instead of entitled assholes who are always trying to bring me down. Especially if said assholes are related to me. Distant relatives but still relatives. "Despite our age, we are strong Regina. And if by any chance something happens to us, our sons can take our places so don't you worry your pretty head" Rinaldo says. I think in his brain, he still thinks there's a chance for them to dethrone me and have one of their dumb sons as the head of the organization. How I wish I could let those morons take over so as to prove to their fathers how stupid they are. I make them more money every year, always filling their banks while th
"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