NATASHA “Ayoo Natasha! Where you goin'?” Phil's voice was loud over the club song. That was no surprise, he was a whopping seven-foot Jamaican male who weighed nothing less than three hundred pounds. One look at those hulking eyes and no one in their right senses would mess up. But this was a nightclub. Half the crowd here were definitely not in their right senses, they were either drunk or high on shit. “It's twelve, Phil,” I yelled back. “My shift ended.” “Nuh-uh, not if I say so, missy,” He tsked, a playful glint in his eyes. “Get your pretty ass back here. I've got some special guests comin" “They can serve themselves! I'm not doing shit!” I blew him a kiss and as quickly as I could, moved out of the door. Working as a waitress in a nightclub wasn't exactly every girl's dream. And perhaps if I was the average American, I would share the same sentiment. But I sure as hell did not. I looked like the typical American bimbo. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and tall enough for
NATASHA “Have you gone mad?” I asked, staring at Luca in disbelief. He glanced around him, then back at me. “I assure you, I am perfectly sane.” “No,” I said, shaking my head. “No you're not. If you were, you would not ask me to do the impossible.” “Oh please,” He sniffed haughtily. “You infiltrated the navy and killed off three commanders. Nothing is impossible for you.” “It was two commanders and a colonel!” I defended, my brows furrowed. “And they are nothing compared to Hell, and you know it! No one even knows who he is!” Luca nodded, pursing his lips. “True. And that is precisely why I'd like to hire you.” Hire me? Oh yeah, he had definitely lost his mind. “This isn't hiring. You threatened me into working for you!” The Italian brute shrugged and straightened. “Hiring, threatening, same shit, Vera. Look, I traveled down from Italy to find you. If anyone can uncover Hell's true identity and get rid of him while at it, it's you.” “I don't want to,” I told him, shaki
LORENZO “Guess she really wasn't a stripper Boss,” Alejandro, one of my men, said as I slipped back into the VIP booth. They all had amusement scrawled all over their faces. Clearly they had enjoyed the spectacle I had caused with the vixen. The blonde-haired vixen. I settled into my seat, rubbing my jaw as I watched her serve drinks to other customers. I had no idea why she enthralled me. When she had brought our drinks earlier, dressed sexy in that fucking short dress, the first thought I had was to bury my face in those pert breasts. They looked perky in her dress, bouncing slightly when she moved with rigor. I was not made of fucking wood. Of course, I got attracted. We'd just rounded up a damned case of greedy bastards on her trail in the past few days. I hadn't had a willing woman to slake my lust on in almost a week, and she had presented herself. Stripper or not, she was a woman and all women had their prices. Except her, it would seem. She hadn't considered my offe
NATASHA “That bastard!” I yelled to no one in particular as I walked down the road that led to my home. Oh, I was infuriated. I was mad. I was so angry, and yet, I was incredibly turned on. I was a mess! I hated how pompously he acted, assuming that I enjoyed his touch. I hated even more that I really had enjoyed the touch. My head tingled as I recalled the way he had grabbed my hair. It had felt thrilling, I could swear I felt myself grow slick with desire. I couldn't help it, really. One minute I was furious with him, the next minute, I found myself wishing he would rip my top apart and just touch me where I needed him. My nipples begged desperately for his attention. For his hands. “Stop thinking about him!” I snapped at myself, quickening my steps home. I had to see Alisa. But before I did, I needed to take a bath and change into something presentable. My sister would lose her marbles if I stepped into her giant house wearing tattered jeans. I stepped into the house, took
NATASHAShit. She saw right through me. I must have made it obvious with all my whining about how i would always keep her safe. I should have held my tongue. What the hell was I thinking?!"Alisa," I called, trying to reach for her, but the fear in her eyes slowly shifted into something much more. Something that struck my heart and dug deep. Resentment. My sister resented me. It was clear on her pretty innocent eyes. In the way she stood defiantly, her shoulders square as if to steel herself for whatever would happen next. I glanced at her husband to see a sad judgemental look on his face and felt my gut twist in pain. "Alisa, please, I'll be fine.""No you won't!" She screamed, stepping away from me. "Don't you know about Karma? Bad Karma Natasha. All yhose people youve killed, all the countless lives you've taken, they'll come back to haunt you, mark my words!" "I wouldn't do this if I didn't have a choice-""Don't give me that bull," Sh
NATASHA"Bastard," I grumbled, tossing the phone on my ratty mattress and trying to fish out whatever clothes were manageable from the tiny heap of clothes I had. It wasn't that I couldn't afford more clothes, or better ones. Alisa had worried for two years, asking me why I didn't move somewhere more comfortable, or get better clothes or at least refurbish the ratty apartment I lived in. I told her I didn't mind it and I wasn't lying. I really didn't. In the mafia, I was trained to live on less. For two whole years, I wore the same pair of clothes. Black jeans, torn and ragged with age and a black top. I performed all my assignments in them. No matter how much I washed them, I could always smell the heavy stench of blood.It lived around me, surrounded me like a halo. A constant reminder of who I was and the work I had done. The work I did. The work I was about to do. I fished out a pair of faded jeans that looked the most presentable and sh
NATASHA Luca grinned at the woman. I couldn't figure out if he was looking pleased to see her or was just proud to introduce who I was. "This is Vera Ivanov," He boasted. "Yes, the Vera. Russia's most wanted." "Ignore him," I told the lady. "I go by Natasha. I haven't been called Vera in years." The iciness in her eyes died down and she smiled. I wondered why she had looked at me that way before. I hadn't even done a thing and I was certain I had never met her in my life. Yet she had looked guarded in the first few seconds before Luca introduced me. I glanced around the house and arched my brow. There were people moving in between the trees. It was so subtle, I almost didn't pick it up. Considering how the woman had also approached without me hearing her footsteps and how Luca wasn't alarmed, that could only mean one thing. This wasn't just Luca's home. It was his hideout. His fortress. And he had a very qualified set of people, if I ha
LORENZO“Report,” I ordered, sitting on a sofa in the hotel room we'd gotten, and pouring myself a glass of brandy. “We found him,” Martino said, rubbing a cigarette between his fingers. He hadn't set fire to it yet because I had a strict no smoking around me rule. I didn't like the stench, and I definitely did not want to die due to lung cancer or some shit. I had bigger goals to attain. Like setting up a retail in New York before I hurled my ass back to Italy. The problem was finding a fucking retailer. Everyone seemed to shy out of doing business with the Italians. Probably because they knew they would get a bullet in the balls if they made one stupid move. I chuckled at the thought and took a sip out of my glass. The alcohol burned down my throat, slow and hot, and I closed my eyes at the feel. “Did you set up a meeting with him?” I asked and watched Martino nod curtly. Good. That was perfect. Setting up a company in the United St
Lorenzo's POV "You are free to go. You have recovered enough to move around." My doctor said to me five days after I had been rushed to the hospital.I hadn't seen any signs of Natasha in two days but Alejandro never stopped visiting me.I suspected Natasha was going through some shit herself that was why. I couldn't wait to see her. It had been forty eight hours of not seeing her beautiful face."Thank you doctor." I said to him and stood up."I'll send you what I owe you." I informed him and left his office with the drugs and painkillers he had given me.Alejandro was waiting for me outside the doctor's office. He immediately stood up when he saw me coming outside."Hey Boss, are you free to go?" He asked."Yeah, thanks Alejandro." I said to him,"For what?" He questioned, looking confused as always."For not betraying me." He stared at me and smiled."Brothers don't betray brothers." He said and I smiled at his statement. For a goof ball, he was incredibly fucking smart."Alrigh
Natasha's POV My phone rang and it was Olivia calling. She was finally here with drugs and first aid."Are you sure this is a good idea?" Lorenzo asked, his breathing was getting worse by the minute and his eyes were closing. He was losing way too much blood fast."I'm sure. I trust Olivia. She's my friend."Lorenzo nodded and left the shed.The shed was far from the hotel building, past the second swimming pool and at least almost a mile from the hotel buildingclose to an amusement park that had been closed for years. That had been abandoned for years. Nobody would think to look for us there.I saw Olivia and waved at her. She rsb towards me and gave me a big hug."Oh, my God you are okay!" She cried."I am." I hugged her back."I thought something happened to you. Do I called Luca, I'm sorry." She was almost on the verge of tears which shocked me because I had never seen her cry before."It's okay, Liv. Thank you." She let go of me ad wiped her eye, her blue eyes staring into min
Lorenzo’s POVI pulled Natasha into a tight hug. I was equal parts sad and equal parts murderous and also felt like a fool for just threatening her sister.I couldn’t believe my ears after she had told me her entire life story.I felt murderous.I was going to kill him. Luca. For threatening Natasha. I was going to decapitate him.“Why are you sorry?” Natasha asked, confusion in her eyes. “I tried to kill you.”she explained, her face still scrunched up in confusion.“Not of your own volition. You were forced to do it. My God, you’ve been forced to do things your whole life for fuck sake!” I screamed in frustration.She had to be the strongest woman in the world because there was no way in hell any other woman would have survived all her struggles.I wanted to protect her but also wanted to torture and kill the people that had forced her to live this kind of life.She blinked at me, word clearly failing her."I'm going to solve all of this. I'm good to kill Luca and I'm going to prote
Natasha’s POV“Fuck, yes!” I screamed out as Lorenzo pounded me from behind.I had no idea how we’d gotten here. One moment he was interrogating me, trying to get the truth out of me, the next he was on me, kissing me and tearing my already flimsy close off and fucking me.I knew I shouldn’t be enjoying this but it felt so good. I didn’t even mind being restrained.“Yeah? You like that?” Lorenzo asked with labored breath, his dick pounding my insides like he was on a mission.“Yes, don’t stop, please!” I begged meeting his strokes with my hip movement.It felt so good and I was so wet for him, it was embarrassing, but I didn’t care.I needed more.“Harder, oh fuck me hrder please.”Lorenzo flipped me over so that I was looking up at him and he spread me ego.“I want to look into yours eyes while I fuck the shit out of you.” He growled and inserted his dick back into my folds and then slammed into me hard and fast. His strokes were fatser now, not giving me room to breathe. I could f
Olivia’s POVI paced my room, confused on what to do. Natasha was still missing and it had been five days.What was I going to do?Luca had said he was going to help but he was still nowhere to be found. He had not even called since that day and I was worried to death.Deciding the best thing to do was to call him, I dialed his number. He picked on the first ring.“Kitten!” His sweet seductive voice poured through the phone.I forgot just how much I missed him.“Hi,” I said, my voice squeaky.“It’s been five days and Natasha is still missing and you said you’d do something about it but…”“I am in fact I am at the resort down at the lobby of the hotel.”“Wait! What?”“Yes Kitten.”“I don’t understand…”“I told you I was going to fix and that’s what I am doing. Fixing it.”I practically ran out of the room down to the lobby, almost hitting Isabella in the process.I got to the lobby and looked around, trying to find Luca but there was no one who remotely resembled him.Was he pullin
Natasha’s POV.I stared at Lorenzo’s face , my heart beating faster than I could process what I was looking at. It couldn’t be. “No!” I shook my head in denial. Y… you can’t be Hell…” I stuttered.“I am.” Lorenzo’s voice echoed in my ears softly. He was staring at me with a resigned expression.“So… so you’ve been Hell all this while?”“Yes.” He nodded again. I stared blankly at him before bursting into fits of laughter. I couldn’t stop laughing for a good three minutes. The situation was just so funny. But I wasn’t sure I was laughing because of that.“I’ve been sleeping with Hell.” I whispered, covering my mouth in disgust.I wasn’t even sure what to feel. This was too much to process. I ran my hands through my hair that was now completely tangled and matted to my head.The sound of running footsteps alerted me and I quickly ran towards Lorenzo without thinking, holding another of my many sharpened stick I have been sharpening for a while now.My intention was to stab him or
Lorenzo’s POV“You are back.” Natasha’s voice echoed as I came to stand in front of her with only the bars separating the both of us and the rope currently trying her to the chair.Her voice sounded rough and dry but her eyes still had a little mischievous light in them like she wasn’t bothered about her present predicament. Just who the fuck was she and who was she working for?I had always wondered where all her courage and feistiness came from and now It was clear. She really wasn’t like other women and I should have known that most ordinary women weren’t just able to get out off handcuffs so easily.“You look tired.” I said, my voice. Sounding like batman’s. That was the one thing I loved about my Hell masks. It came with a voice tuber that could change the sound of my voice.She didn’t respond to my statement just stared at me with an air of superiority.It irked me that I didn’t know what she was thinking and it irked me more knowing that she was spying on me all this while
Lorenzo’s Pov“Take her down!” I barked at Vincent.“And why the fuck is she blindfolded?” “I didn’t think you’d want to you know…”“Take off the blindfold then, I’m wearing my mask aren’t I?”Vincent nodded and walked towards the cell where she was locked up.I was a good ten feet away unable to look at her. It felt like my heart was being ripped from my chest seeing her like that.“Done boss.” Vincent said and I walked up to the Cell.She was on handcuffs now and sitting facing me behind bars while I stood outside..She looked up at me, a blank expression on her face.“Who the hell are you?” she asked, scanning my masked face.“Who do you think I am?” I asked, watching her.She was quiet for several moments. I could literally see her head doing some calculations.“Hell?” she asked, tilting her head to the side, a superior glint appearing in her eyes.“Nice mask. I’d have gone for one a little more Hellish instead of one so clowny but I guess not everyone can have taste.” She quipp
Olivia’s POV.My hands shook as I dialed Luca’s number. I had not spoken to him for months and for reasons I couldn’t process, I was nervous too.I placed the burner phone against my ears and waited for Luca to pick up.“Luca…” I whispered into the phone as soon as he picked up.“Kitten. Are you okay?” He asked, his smooth voice pouring through the phone and into me.Kitten? He hadn’t called me that in years. I loved the sound of it.“Yes, I’m fine but Natasha might be in trouble.”“What happened?” He asked.I heard rustling through the phone as if he had just sat up properly to listen to me.“I haven’t seen her in almost two days.” I explained, my heart beating faster than normal. I thought I’d be over it by now but it seemed not.“What happened? Where was the last place you saw her?” I told Luca everything that happened from our leads and findings to when Natasha had left for her date with Lorenzo.“I see. Don’t worry then. I’ll fix this.” Luca said in that reassuring voice he empl