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Getting up from the bed, I stalk to where she is "Sei Bello" I whisper, raking my eyes over her. She's exquisite. The curves on her enough to drive any man crazy. I brush my fingers through her hair, hesitating. It's not even midday yet but the number of times I've hesitated to do anything that might hurt her or make her uncomfortable is alarming. Normally, when I want something, I take it. But Carina is different. She doesn't deserve to be treated like the women I've been with. I want to please her, fulfill her dreams, and make her happy. I want her to have everything she's ever dreamed of. There will be no limit to what she can do when she's with me. I'm probably going to kick myself for asking but I need to know we're on the same page. "Are you sure about this?" She shakes her head no and my stomach drops. Of course, she's not..."But I want it" "Be very sure Carina" because unlike De Luca, I won't let her go so easily. "I'm sure, Marco. Like you said, I haven't forgotten who I
I left Marco's room so fast you'd think the devil was on my heels. I can't believe he's not my husband and much less that I slept with him before verifying that small detail. How could I be so stupid as to think he was my husband? He's never worn a ring or acted as if he was married. Why did I come to that conclusion? And why was he being so nice? Dammit, I want the earth to open up and swallow me. He must think I'm stupid. Which, at this point, isn't even a lie. Using my coat, I cover my head, sprinting to my room before anyone recognizes me, only to find Gianna and Simona already there. "I did the most stupid thing" The way they're looking at me makes me wonder if they can read my mind. Can they see what I did? It's not like sex with Marco was bad. He's pretty good and these two were right to push me to do it. He's hot and knows what to do with that massive dick. My traitorous body clenches at the thought of having him inside me again. But my brain reminds me just how stupid I was
I'm the one drinking today since Cris decided he'd had enough alcohol to last him a lifetime. I would too if I got some annoying bitch pregnant. Zelda was a stripper in one of our clubs. I use the past tense because she decided that someone like Cris couldn't have a stripper for a wife and therefore decided to quit. Which wouldn't be a problem if she wasn't an arrogant wench. You know the type that thinks they have a right over a man's bank account just because they spent a night with them? Well, she's a hundred times worse. It's not about money but status for her. Cris is a respected person in this country. I guess normal people, those who don't know what he really does, would call him a billionaire. He has a few public companies and properties that act as a cover for the money we bring in from drugs and weapons. The cops call it money laundering, we call it making a living. Every time he goes out, of course, thirsty bitches take that opportunity to try and get his attent
"What's wrong baby?" Was I hallucinating? "Nothing. Let's go" We find an empty room and Luna gets down to work immediately, her hands unbuckling my belt. However, my mind is still on that face. I don't usually hallucinate. My eyes have never had a problem or I would have gotten myself checked. And I'm not drunk so I know there was no way in hell I conjured her up. Even when I'm drunk I'd never think about her. Which can only mean one thing. She's back. That bitch dared to come back? To this place? Why today dammit? I need a fuck. My dick is moments away from shriveling and falling off because it hasn't seen any action lately. Damn that bitch to hell and back. Pushing Luna away, I storm out of the room, leaving the poor girl on her knees. She's here. Probably looking for me or another guy. I don't care. The sooner she gets her ass out of this country, the longer she'll live. Cris has what I call a foul temper but I'm not that far behind him. Should I feel cornered, I won't hesitate
I feel like an idiot for telling Carina the truth knowing it might send her back into De Luca's arms but it couldn't be helped. If I'm looking for something real -and that is exactly what I want with her- then I can't start off with lies. In the world we live in, most relationships are based on lies and betrayals. I've had countless whores try to pin their pregnancies on me just so they could get their hands on my money or last name. I have been to almost every part of this world and seen the good, the bad, and the ugly. Men and women suffering because of the choices they've made. That is not what I'm after. The last thing I want to do is have any regrets in my life and I would have regretted lying to Carina. I've experienced firsthand the consequences of lies. It's more or less the same thing De Luca is going through right now. I wasn't always a Schiavone. After I was born, my paranoid father sent me to live with relatives. An aunt and uncle whom I thought were my parents. They liv
"I need money to buy a few things for myself and the baby," Zelda says. I look up at her wondering where she got the audacity to ask me for money. She's not even my whore. Why do I need to take care of her? I'm doing more than enough by letting her stay in my house. "What kind of things do you want to buy for an unborn child?" A child I'm sure isn't even fully developed. "When they get here what will they wear?" "We'll go shopping then. Right now take your ass back upstairs and do whatever it is you always do" We don't even know if it's a boy or a girl or even mine to begin with but she wants me to take care of him. "All the girls at the club used to brag about how generous you were. Damn them, I knew they were lying" "Is that the reason you forced your way in here? Because you heard I'm generous and thought I would throw money at you?" "At least give me some pocket money" Lord give me patience. This bitch only wants money so she can brag to her friends how great her l
Who would do that? Marino and Russo were pretty pissed about her stopping the human trafficking business. But that was weeks ago and I'm sure Giovanni must have done something to calm them down. I wouldn't be surprised if he started his own side business with them. However, those men are known to be petty. They might want to teach her a lesson if they felt Carina had disrespected them. Although, knowing that she's Giovanni's daughter and my wife, they wouldn't be so stupid. That man wasn't just a lapdog to Lombardi. He was also the one who handled their enemies. Unless it's absolutely necessary, I wouldn't pick a fight with him. No one knows about her and Marco so it's safe to say that if anyone took her, it was one of my enemies and not his. There's only one person who has been trying to get a rise out of me lately. "Balotelli," I say not realizing I'm already moving until Nev grabs my arms to stop me. "He wouldn't be so stupid" "Yes, he would. If he lays a hand on her, I will ki
Pregnant. The word resonates in my head a few times before the meaning sinks in. I am married and was pregnant. That's what they've all been religiously hiding from me. You'd think I killed a president or burnt down an entire country. Honestly, I don't know how to feel. Having no memories of my marriage or pregnancy means I have to rely on their reactions. Simona and Gianna look so scared and Paulo looks ready to beat the shit out of Silvano for telling me the truth. Other than being shocked, I don't feel anything else. Maybe if I see my so-called husband I might remember something. I wonder if he's sad without me. Aside from visiting me at the hospital that one time, I've never seen him again. It had to be painful for him to lose a child and a wife. Without thinking, I grab my purse. "Carina, where are you going?" Paulo asks blocking my way. "Move" "At least let us pack and come with you" "I can't wait" good thing their luggage is in their rooms. By the time they retri
Damiano has a weakness when it comes to lying. If he does it perfectly, I know he's hiding something. When I asked him about the supplier, he said the guy was giving him coffee. Great lie for someone who doesn't pay attention to details. I like the shops, sometimes even keep an eye on them because Carina started them. It took a lot of persuasion for Paulo to tell me that my sister has always wanted to own her own coffee shop. So naturally, I wanted to look out for her business in case she ever decided to come back. I didn't want her to be disappointed that we ran it to the ground and honestly, at first I didn't believe Damiano would know anything about running a business. That's why I hang around a lot. In the process, I found out that the coffee we serve is imported. Mainly from Kenya and Brazil. They're delivered at the end of every month. Which was a week ago. Now I know he would never cheat on me. Unlike his asshole father, he has morals. I would go as far as to
"I like it when you take control but..." "Nothing. Later when we're home, you can do whatever you want to me. Right now we have to be quick because I have a meeting with a supplier" "Oh" she breathes and I can't tell if it's a reply or if it's because I just swiped my finger along her. Damn it, I wish I could get on my knees and taste her. My tongue is itching to glide along her soft, wet folds, and feel her coming inside my mouth. Later, I promise to do that later. Right now, I drop butterfly kisses along her neck, one hand caressing her breast while the other one is probing her, getting her ready for me. "I love your body, Anna. It was made for me" I whisper nibbling on her earlobe. She sighs, falling back against me. It took a while to convince her I hadn't fallen in love with Aurora. As a cop, I learned how to separate my feelings from my job. I could sleep with a hundred other women and not feel a thing towards any of them. Because it's just a job. I don't think she will ever
"Hi, sexy. Looking good today" "Do you mean to say there are days I look bad?" Claudia licks her lips in a sensual way "I bet you taste good too" "I'm also married so find someone else" "What a loss for us," she says swinging her hips harder than necessary. She's one of the girls I recently rescued from a trafficking house. Aside from being pretty, she's also a terrible flirt. I've kept Marianna from coming here because I know they won't get along. One look and she'd be ordering me to take her somewhere else. As she had with all the other girls she considered a threat. They were either paid off handsomely or sent to another establishment to work there. When I asked if she thought I would cheat on her with any of them, she said she trusted me but I'm a human being and sooner or later, one of them might tempt me. I wasn't angry since I knew what she meant. I don't like seeing other men around her. Quite the pair we make. The thought of that makes me smile. After I left the pol
"Where is she? Has she left? Dammit Cris, what did you tell her?" "Nothing. She remembers everything" Nev nods as if that makes sense. And maybe it does. I knew once Carina got her memories back she'd hate me. There was a time when I didn't care about what she felt because I was consumed by anger. Now that the anger is gone, I know what Nev meant when he said I'd regret it someday. Seeing her turn to Marco like that felt like my heart was being sliced into two. She should be seeking solace in my arms, not his. I should be the one she turns to. But I screwed everything up and sent her to another man. Fuck, seeing Leone's grave left me raw. Carina's presence felt like a balm until she launched herself into Marco's arms. I'm exhausted and ready for this day to be over. "She hates you, doesn't she? It's to be expected. You left her and got another woman pregnant. I'd hate you too if I was her" Not helping. "Go away Nev, I want to be alone" "I'm sorry to disappoint
"Will you be staying here? Zelda is having a baby and I can't wait to meet him. We already decorated the room, do you want to see it?" Tommaso says. He's just a kid so he has no idea how much his words hurt. Are they using the same room my baby was supposed to use? I can't do this. Coming here was a mistake. "Let me talk to her first Tommaso. You should go with Fabian to see the baby" "Really? I hope it's a girl so she will be as pretty as Zia" he says skipping out and I want to follow him. Why did I let Violetta convince me to come here? She pleaded, saying Nev wouldn't let her see Tommaso. I decided to help her because I know what it feels like to grow up without a mother. If Ornella had come to see me earlier, I would have been more accepting of her. However angry Nev is, he has no right to keep Tommaso's mother away from him. He should let him decide whether he wants to build a relationship with her or not. Not that any of this concerns me in any way. It's their li
I don't know how long we've been driving but I look up when the car stops. Fabian gets out and opens the door for me. I step out looking around. "What are we doing here?" We are on the far end of my property. I can see the mansion from here. When I first bought it, I also acquired the surrounding land as a precaution, ensuring I could spot any approaching enemies."I want to show you something," he says walking ahead. Fabian has been working for me for a long time so I follow him knowing he's not planning on killing me and dumping my body somewhere around here. He's the most loyal man I have. I would go as far as to say I trust him more than I trust Nev who is like a brother to me. We walk for five minutes then I suddenly stop when I spy what's ahead of us. As if he has eyes on the back of his head and can see me, he explains "I thought one day you might need it to remember him" I suck in a deep shaky breath. Despite everything, he remembered to build a tombstone for the child we lo
"Why are you fidgeting?" "I'm not nervous.""You should be since you won't sleep peacefully for the next eighteen years" Nevio replies patting my back. Zelda went into labor two hours ago and she will be giving birth any time now. I'm happy, confused, nervous, sick. All those emotions rolled into one. That's internal though, I'm hoping that on the outside I look calm. The past few months have helped me put things into perspective. Whether I like it or not, I'm going to be a father. Nev insisted on getting a DNA test but at this point, I don't think it matters. I've already made peace with the fact that I am the father of that child. "What's taking so long? How hard is it to give birth to a child?" "Imagine pushing the head and shoulders of a tiny human out of your butthole" "What the fuck Nev?" Sometimes I'm not sure if he's a hundred percent sane. "You were being an insensitive asshole. That baby will come out when it wants to come out. Your duty is to wait for it and do your f
Six months later "Hey, should I wait up for you?" "Depends. If you're letting me crash on your bed, then hell yes. Wait up for me" "My bed is too small for the both of us" "I can get you a bigger one in an hour. Or we can share mine" "Nice try" I laugh hanging up. I'm always telling myself today will be the day but then when he comes back, I chicken out. I don't know why. He's the nicest person I've ever known and he treats me like a queen. Why am I so hesitant to get into a relationship with him? I like him and if I think hard enough, I can conjure a future with him. Turning to Concetta I tell her Marco will be late again. "Don't take it the wrong way, Cara. He's not fooling around with other women" "I know" "Then why don't you give him a chance?" I don't know what to tell her. She's been like a mother hen since I first came here. I can see why Marco kept her for so long. Aside from being kind, she knows what to say and when to say it. She has always hinted at my relations
Pregnant. The word resonates in my head a few times before the meaning sinks in. I am married and was pregnant. That's what they've all been religiously hiding from me. You'd think I killed a president or burnt down an entire country. Honestly, I don't know how to feel. Having no memories of my marriage or pregnancy means I have to rely on their reactions. Simona and Gianna look so scared and Paulo looks ready to beat the shit out of Silvano for telling me the truth. Other than being shocked, I don't feel anything else. Maybe if I see my so-called husband I might remember something. I wonder if he's sad without me. Aside from visiting me at the hospital that one time, I've never seen him again. It had to be painful for him to lose a child and a wife. Without thinking, I grab my purse. "Carina, where are you going?" Paulo asks blocking my way. "Move" "At least let us pack and come with you" "I can't wait" good thing their luggage is in their rooms. By the time they retri