The Costellos were a bunch of psychopaths and when we all came together, two or more deaths were inevitable. Violence ran through our veins faster than our blood even our women were not to be trifled with.Scott is not a Costello, that is why he was not here.There had been a tradition in our family that the underboss would also be a Costello always, but I didn't trust any of my fucked up cousins enough to name them my underboss.Scott had been my most trusted friend and advisor after he single-handedly saved my life when we were thirteen. He was the son of our gardener, his family pledged fealty to the Costellos long ago but Scott's father had other plans.Someone sow the seed of power in his little mind and made him believe that he could start his own family and make a name in the crime world by murdering the only son of Luciano Costello.Scott put a bullet through his father's head before he could kill me. No one had seen it coming except for him, and from that day on, I trusted hi
It was nine o'clock in the morning, I had brushed my teeth, showered, and dressed up in a blue dress. I descended the stairs to go to the kitchen. Alessandro's cooks were busy preparing breakfast probably for Scott.A shot of frustration ran through me, he will be staying here as long as Alessandro is in England.He spent the entire day with me yesterday, and I came to the conclusion that I do not like him. He is annoying and he constantly belittles me for the things that I do not know.I sighed and wandered into the kitchen. "Hey, everyone" I smiled.They all stilled like I have told them that someone had died. And then without replying to me or acknowledging me they went back to work. Then the head cook turned to me and smiled politely."What would you like to have for breakfast?""Um, do you have Cheerios?"They all gave each other another look, the same look they gave each other when I asked for a bag of potato chips."I'll send someone to get it"I nodded and went to the living r
The next thing I knew Scott hovered over me and look directly into my eyes. His weight pressed me into the couch. "You know I'm beginning to suspect if you are as innocent as you claim to be""Wh-what do you mean?" I asked as I turned my face to the side not looking him in the eyes.Then I felt something, it was his warm, rough hand skimming under my dress and working its way up the inside of my thighs. I closed my legs tightly as I felt his fingers kneading the skin on the inside of my thigh.I whimpered and struggled underneath him, whatever he was doing. It was wrong, so very wrong.He leaned in, and in... unless his nose was touching my cheek. He laughed against my skin and I closed my eyes, I don't know if I was afraid or having a heart attack or I was about to die but this all made me want to cry."You're gonna get me killed, you fucking temptation"And then the weight lifted off of me and bright lights fell on my eyelids again. I opened them and saw Scott standing by the couch,
I pushed the blade further into his skin as blood poured out. He screamed, he fucking screamed in agony and fucking hell, it was the most beautiful sound I have ever heard.Other than that little fucking whimper of hers.I hate it, I fucking hate babysitting her. Do I fucking look like a man that would babysit an nineteen year-old girl? She was not a fucking child. She was a fucking woman.You could only find tits and ass like that on a fucking woman.It took a lot of self-restraint to not fuck her on that fucking couch. To tell her what the fuck sex is. Fucking demonstrates that shit for her. I fucking wanted to wreck the purity that surrounded her all the fucking time.She has a face of an angel and the body of a devil. If she wasn't Alessandro's I would have taken her for myself. Shit! I should have taken her when I first saw her standing watching her father's dead body being lowered in the grave. That shit was arousing as hell.My attention snapped back to the man that has just bl
She got off the bed and I pushed her back over it. "Fucking sleep, you are too out of control""I need to change!"In a swift motion, she took off her fucking blue dress right in front of me. I froze in my spot, she had a body of a fucking goddess. I wanted to bury myself deep inside of her and fuck her till she can't fuck walk the next day.She was wearing blue bra and panties. The color perfectly contrasted with her porcelain skin. She was fucking drunk out of her mind and almost damn naked.My self-restraint was hanging by a fucking thread now. I better get a fucking raise by Alessandro for tolerating this shit.She got up and swayed to the bathroom. I instinctively followed that beautiful taut ass to the bathroom and watched as she turned the shower on and stood under it, her undergarments still on.My dick began to harden at the sight of her showering in her undergarments. I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the nearby wall, restraining myself from touching her.Th
My head...I woke up with a monster headache, I don't know what happened last night or why I was feeling this way. My eyelids had a ton of weight on them making it difficult for me to even open my eyes.I yawned and stretched my body. My lips were chapped, and my mouth had dried up. I groaned with the blinding headache before retreating under the covers.Why was the room so bright? Didn't I draw the curtains last night? I don't remember... I don't even remember how I got to my room and my bed."Natalya..." a deep voice resounded throughout my room.Someone said my name with such venom that I flinched in my sleep. It wasn't Scott, I knew that much. I prayed that it wasn't Alessandro. Please, don't be Alessandro. I don't think I can talk to him with so much weight over my head.Pushing aside everything I was feeling, I forced a droopy eyelid open.I propped up on my elbows and leaned my head against the soft headboard. I opened both of my eyes with such difficulty that it was so painful
I shook my head at his words immediately. Tears welled up in my eyes, and my stomach churned. I wanted to throw up. He tugged my head backward outstretching my neck. "No, Alessandro, please, I won't drink, I promise, please"A dark ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. I couldn't believe how all this was amusing to him. "But as it was your first time, I'll let it slide, Natalya"A breath of relief escaped from my lips. "Thank you..."His eyes raked all over my face. "Next time, I won't be so tolerant with you. Do you understand?"I inhaled sharply and nodded."Words, Natalya!""Yes... I understand"Slowly, his grip on my hair loosened and then he let me go. He stepped back and put both of his hands in his pockets again. He walked backward until his back was against the wall."Freshen up"He just stood there and watched me as I got up from my bed, tugging my t-shirt down. His eyes slowly raked all over my body, I was completely aware of his scrutinizing gaze that burned in
I didn't step out of my room yesterday, I stayed inside even though I was extremely hungry but still I didn't step outside of this bedroom door. There were no locks or bolts over it but the fear that has been engraved in my mind was too raw. I couldn't shake it off, even if I tried.It was still early in the morning, and Alexander or Scott hadn't come to my room. I brushed my teeth, showered, and dressed up in clean clothes. My stomach growled with hunger but I wrapped my arms around it, suppressing the sounds.The door opened slightly and I got off my bed in a flash, my eyes tearing up again. I needed a list of rules, I needed to know what I can or can not do. Alessandro can't just expect me to know the rules of his house. He needs to tell me first, he needs to explain them to me.If he had told me not to get out of my room, I would have never done it. I wasn't a brat, I would have listened to him.I dropped my gaze to my feet, I didn't care if it angers him that I didn't look him in
I opened my eyes to a familiar ceiling. A ceiling I hadn't seen in more than a month ago. The last thing I remember is Ignacio hovering over me. I have no idea what happened after that. How I ended up here.I couldn't believe I was here. I was in Alessandro’s home.I couldn't believe that I was in this bedroom. At first, I thought it was a figment of my imagination but then I tried to touch things around me and they felt so real.They were real.I was no longer in Ignacio's captivity. I was no longer in that dingy, dirty cell. I was no longer in Ignacio's bed, tears pooled in my eyes as I thought about what Ignacio might have done to me.I lost consciousness, I don't remember anything. I tried to fight him but he was stronger, he hit me in the head. I looked down at my clothes, they were just simple PJs, not the kind of revealing clothes that he had made me wear.Did he force himself on me? Did he assault me? I didn't feel different. How do you know if you have been assaulted?I sat u
I got out of her room and went to my study to get a drink. I couldn't stay in that room any longer as the doctors inspected her body like she wasn't even alive anymore.After having a single drink, I stopped. Drinking made me irrational, and monstrous. I went to the bathroom and took a shower washing her blood off my body. This was the first time, I hated the sight of blood covering my hands. It belonged to her. It was her innocent blood.After six fucking hours or so, our family's doctor knocked on my study and told me that she had mild cranial trauma, two broken ribs, a nose injury, and a dislocated jaw. They had sedated her heavily and she won't be waking up in the next twelve hours.And I was going to return all these injuries to the fuckers who hurt her and I will make it a thousand times worse.I went back to her room and stilled in the doorway. She looked so fucking pale, fragile, and weak. She didn't look like herself. She didn't look like my stupid little Natalya.What I was
ALESSANDRO’S POVI gripped the weapon in my hands as I gestured for my men to stay back. The dirty old building stood in the middle of nowhere. This is the location that Mark Leopold had sent me. It could be a trap and here I fucking was.It looked like something Ignacio Reyes would own. He was a fucking scum. He didn't belong to any of the mafia's family, he was more of a small-town gangster that had made big and decided to cross me after I had put a bullet in his father's head. I had more men, more wealth, and more power than him but that didn't stop him. He was hellbent on destroying me. Someone gotta teach the fucker that no one gets away after crossing Alessandro Costello.A few of the men were out patrolling the area. They were unaware of our presence. Putting the silencer on our guns, I aimed at one of their heads. A bullet shot out of the barrel of my gun; piercing his skull. One bullet, that's all it took before he slumped on the ground like a puppet released from his strings
"Let me clean the blood and tears off her face and try again..." Leo suggested, Ignacio threw me in his direction and Leo gently cleaned my face with a handkerchief."I'm scared..." I whispered, crying harder."Everything is going to be alright, just a little longer, Nat..."Ignacio pulled me back from him and again scanned my face. The rays then turned green this time and the system beeped. "Access Granted" The steel door opened in a spiral."It worked!" Ignacio laughed like a maniac, "It fucking worked!" he pushed me towards the door. "You will walk in first"With trembling legs, I walked inside first and I could hear the men following behind me. The room illuminated, Ignacio then walked past me and glared at the door."Another door?! It needs a fucking key, Leo. A real fucking key!" he yelled out aggressively.Leo was beside me in a flash. He gripped my shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze. "Natalya, I want you to remember, think hard if your father ever told you anything about a ke
NATALYA'S POVThey had taken me out of that cell for some reason.I was now in a bedroom with no windows and dim lighting. They hadn't tortured or beat me up for two days now but that did nothing to the pain and swelling all over my face and body.I pulled the covers closer to me and tried to snuggle more under the sheets. I wanted to disappear and reappear somewhere else. I just wanted this torture to end.The bedroom door opened and a woman walked in.She offered me two pills and a bottle of water. I looked between the pills and her."For the pain," she said dryly like she wanted to be anywhere but here.I slowly got up and took the pills from her. I don't know what it was, these pills could be anything but painkillers. I wasn't going to swallow them. She kept staring at me, waiting for me to put them in my mouth. So, I did, I placed the pills under my tongue and took a sip of water.The woman took the bottle of water back from me and left the room. Once she was gone, I got up and l
"I'm not bedding you before our wedding."She grinned. "When have you turned so old-fashioned?""Since my father wants me to give you the respect you deserve as my wife," I told her, glaring at her, letting her know that her presence wasn't fucking needed here.Her shoulders sagged, she tucked her hair behind her ears from both sides and sighed. "Do you not like me, Alessandro"I let out a breath, not this again. "I'm marrying you, aren't I?"She crossed her arms over her chest. "Not by choice! You're marrying me because it is expected of us.""Hellen, I'm in no mood to have this conversation with you right now. I just want to get some fucking rest."She glared at me and then stomped out of the room like a fucking brat she was. I sat down on my bed and held my head in my hands. My cell phone vibrated, I grabbed it and stared at the screen for a few minutes Evangeline.I picked up the call faster than I should have."Natalya?"I didn't hear her voice in return but a muffled sobbing. It
ALESSANDRO’S POVThe gunshot rang out the entire dining room. Everyone glanced at me and then diverted their gazes back to their meals not questioning me or my authority. The Russells seemed wary of my decision to kill my own men off.The truth is he had pissed me off two months ago and since then I have been trying to get my revenge. He had shown a desire to marryNatalya and that for some reason pissed me the fuck off.Leaning back, I rested a forearm on the table. Anger burned in my chest, I had to keep it in check so, I won't kill every single fucking person in here. And I really wanted to put a bullet in Paul Russell's head.Hellen's mother showed her distaste by glaring directly at me. Apparently, she did not like the idea of blood while she was peacefully eating her dinner. Why the fuck was she married to a Don then? I'm pretty sure Paul had done some pretty fucked shit in front of his family. It was the reason Hellen turned out to be a fucking walking disaster.In all honestly
It had been hours and they still weren't tired. I was tired, way too tired. I didn't have the energy to keep my eyes open anymore but couldn't close them. If I did they would scream at me, and slap me around.My eyelids felt heavy, I felt dizzy, and I could not hold my eyes open. I just couldn't... Slowly my eyes closed of their own accord. I tried, I tried so hard to keep them open but couldn't."OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES, BITCH"A stinging slap against my swollen, bloodied cheek. My teeth hurt, my jaw hurt, my ears were ringing, and every part of my body felt tender, it was bruised, busted, and bleeding. I have never experienced this much pain in my life before."I don't h-have the k-key..." I whispered on the verge of passing out.Another slap to my face.And then another."You don't get to pass out on us!" he snarled.His voice turned heavier, I tried to keep my eyes open but in the end, I lost the battle and succumbed to the darkness.I woke up and saw the empty cell. The men had fi
For the past hour, I have lain in my bed trying to make sense of what happened between Scott and me. Was it all there was to his friendship? Is that what he wanted all along? I couldn't believe it, I refused to believe that it was the only thing Scott wanted, from the past few weeks our relationship had been nothing but platonic.He never showed any interest in me, he treated me like you would treat your best friend.I picked up my cell phone from the nightstand and scrolled to his number. I contemplated if I should call him or not.As I was about to click on his number, a loud clattering sound from downstairs fell on my ears. I shot up from my bed, there was no one else in the house except for me. All of the household staff had gone home, maybe it was one of the guards.I swallowed as a feeling of unease crept up, I felt heavy footsteps coming upstairs. This doesn't feel right. Scared out of my wits, I clicked on Scott's number, it rang and rang but he didn't pick up. I again tried c