What a fucking mess ," I growl as I pull the shirt away from my chest. I glance down to where the blood flow seems to have lessened, then ball up my shirt and throw it on the floor. "What a fucking mess.""Was that necessary?" Carlos glances sideways at the priest’s body, "Did you have to kill a man of god.""I didn’t have a choice.""The man would have taken what happened here to the grave with him," he protests."And I made sure he did."Carlos grimaces, "And her... Did you have to send her to the basement?""It’s where anyone who commits a crime against any of the families sent." I tilt my head."She’s part of of our family now,"he argues."She needs to prove herself first." Fabian jerks his chin in my direction, "I agree with fratellone,here.""You are one lucky guy ," Fabian rumbles. "She missed your heart."She wasn’t aiming for it," I retort.Silence descends as the guys glance at me."You sure of that?" Alessandro drawls, "because from where I was standing, she sure see
Violet“You can’t keep ordering me around ,do you understand?” I scowl at him as he towers over me .He is a tall man,six feet four inches height and in this light ,he looks massive,his shoulders block out my line of sight ,his dark hair seem to merge the blackness around him .My heart pumped so loudly out of my chest .I can’t believe he forced me to marry him ."Don’t even think about it." His lips curl, "If by some miracle, you get out of the cell, the only way out is up and my brothers are standing on guard as we speak.""So I see you have your whole family plan on this too ?" I swallow. "Why am I not surprised? After all, torturing helpless women must be your family’s past time.""Hmm." He drums his fingers on his massive chest, then winces.My stomach tightens. So, I had managed to wound him, after all, though you can’t see it, with how he’s standing with his spine straight, and dressed in clean clothes. You wouldn’t guess that he had a dagger stabbed in his chest ,a few hours ago
AlessioI love staring her trembling grips.She is tough but not more than I am . She squares her shoulders, then shoves her hair back from her face, with trembling fingers. Hmm, my Beauty is all sass, but deep down, she’s scared. Good. She should be. Right now, I am not sure, exactly, what I am going to do to her, but anticipation is half the enjoyment, after all. Besides, I love it when I surprise myself… I relish it even more when my opponent surprises me. And make no mistake, Beauty here, is the deadliest enemy I have ever faced. I’d underestimated her once and she’d drawn my dagger on me… I am not gonna let her pull a fast one on me again.I snap my fingers, "Don’t keep me waiting." I fold my arms across my chest, stare down my nose at her.She sets her jaw, then draws in a breath. Her chest rises and falls and the peaks of her breasts threaten to overflow the low neck of her gown. I widen my stance, watch as she tips her chin up."You’ll have to help me." She scowls at me."What
Violet I pull the train of my dress around my shoulders, and huddle into the mattress of the narrow single bed. Seriously, this entire thing sucks. Why the hell had he left me behind? I mean, who leaves their wife in the basement of his house on their wedding night? Alessio Bloody Sovrano does. Yeah, yeah, I know what you are thinking. When it suits me, I am his wife, and when it doesn’t, I am not. And isn’t that the truth of it? I bring up my hand, stare at the ring on my finger. The black diamond in the center is smooth enough that I can see myself reflected in it. Honestly, I never worn anything so beautiful and if I had to chose a ring for myself,it was definitely going to be this . Not that I had spent much time thinking about my wedding… Considering I had been too busy trying to focus on my fledgling career as a designer. And then there was that little issue that I had been in the foster care system until my sister Nina had turned eighteen and found a way to become my legal g
VioletI lay on the soft mattress of the bed as I rub my cheek on the soft pillow and snuggle in.My muscles were so relaxed and entire body felt like I was floating on some cloud .The warmth around me sinks into my body .Suddenly there was something heavy grabs hold of my waist ,I try to pull away an the weight around my middle intensifies . I crack open my eyes, glance down to find a thick arm about my waist.I manage to turn, enough to take in the tattoo of a knife on his tanned skin. It sports an intricate handle and the blade features a single eye. The blade points toward his fingers and the overall effect screams danger and caution. The corded muscles of his forearm wind up to massive biceps which are twice the size of my neck, at least, so it seems. I gulp, follow the arm to where it is attached to wide shoulders, a chest so broad that it blocks out everything else from my sight. A smattering of hair covers those sculpted pecs,which are demarcated by a white bandage that is tap
I shake my head and he digs his fingers into the scratch, reopening it. A sliver of pain fires across my nerve-endings. I wince. He glances down and I follow his gaze to find the blood seeping down my belly. He removes his fingers, only to bend his head and slurp at the open wound. A shiver of something—lust, fear, maybe a mix of the two?—ladders up my spine. He licks the scratch again, then glances up at me, "Does that disgust you, Pretty Face ?" He tilts his head, "Me drinking your blood.""No." My voice cracks, and I clear my throat. "No." I shake my head, "Strangely, I find it reassuring.""Reassuring?""It confirms to me that you are human, for some reason. It tells me that you don’t hide your proclivities. ." I swallow, "it affirms that you don’t shy away from what your heart wants, and that… That is something.""Is it?"I nod. "Most people go through life trying to ignore what they really are deep inside, but not you." I peer into his face. "What you see is what you get with yo
Violet I can imagine for why I am sitting here, at the breakfast counter of the kitchen of this manor on an island somewhere off the coast of Italy…watching a Mafia Capo, clad in only gray sweatpants and an apron, cooking at the stove top.He pours out the pancake batter onto one skillet, while in another, he cracks eggs. On a third pan, he’s frying bacon and on the fourth burner, he has hash browns sizzling. And honestly, he looks too damn sexy. My mouth waters, and it’s not for the food.I must have made a noise because he smirks at me over his shoulder, "You all right over there?"I open my mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a gurgle. Damn! I reach for the glass of water on the table in front of me, and take a sip to clear my throat. Then scowl back at him, "Of course, I am."A strand of hair falls across his forehead and he brushes it away. the gesture is so familiar. My heart stutters, and I can't take my gaze off of him."You sound like you have a lot on your mind." His
Violet"So, how why are your brothers and the rest of your family and the staff are away?""Haven’t you figured it out yet?" His eyes gleam, "Come on, Beauty, one guess, why there’s no one else in the house...""Umm," I wipe my suddenly damp palms on my bathrobe, "because it’s your birthday and you’ve given them all time off?""That doesn’t explain why my family left the house.""Because you fought with them and told them to leave?""It has happened on occasion, but no, it’s not that."My heart begins to pound in my chest. My pulse rate ratchets up. Moisture pools between my thighs and I slide my chair back,I try to be discreet but one of the legs catches on the stone floor and a screech fills the space.I stiffen, but Alessio doesn’t move a muscle."You were saying?" He scratches the area of his chest around the bandage."Beauty?"I hear the smirk in his voice and raise my gaze to his, "I was saying that...you gave your staff time off and probably sent your brothers on some Mafia-re