Every day I find myself liking Marianna more and more 😁. Also, excuse me while I hunt Giovanni down because wtf? Trust that asshole at your own risk 🙄
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
"How do I look, Paulo?" I ask my bodyguard/ best friend/ fuck buddy. He gives me a once-over and judging by the way his eyes darken, I know his answer before he speaks."Hot as Fuck" He says, moving to stand in front of me. At this point, I don't think there's anything he doesn't know about me. He's my ride-or-die. "You're only missing one thing. " "What?" I have diamonds around my neck and my heels that give me an extra four inches of height. I can't think of anything I've forgotten until he gets on his knees. A slow smile spreading across his face. "A glow up" He knocks my feet apart, the slit on my dress giving him easy access, and buries his face between my legs. Pushing my thong to the side, he eats me as if his life depended on it. I grab a handful of his hair and grind myself against his mouth, biting my lip to stop myself from crying out. Fuck, he's good at that. He's good at everything he does. And the best part is that he doesn't expect anything in return. He knows his pla
Broad shoulders, a small waist and even though I can't see his ass, I know it's a good one. Probably even better than mine. He has this dark look about him but then again you can't be a pretty face and survive in the mafia world. His hair is dark and a few locks lay on his forehead. Suddenly I have this urge to brush them back but remind myself who he is. If he's here, then he's one of them. There's no emotion on his face and it's a little unnerving but I don't give a shit. Because he just spilled his drink all over me and now I have to change. "Excuse me?" He asks, his voice so deep and throaty that my lady parts tingle. Ugh, fine, I will admit it's sexy. But that's all you get. "Are you blind and deaf? Can't you see where you're going?""I can ask you the same thing. Are you blind?" "Fuck you. I didn't spill any drinks on you. Besides, if you knew what's best for you, you wouldn't talk to me like that." His lips twitch, and I want to pour my drink down into his boxers. What the f
I only came to this fucking party to figure out if I'll keep this place after I kill this fucker. It's not the first time Lombardi extended an invite and since he decided to hold it at his house, I decided to show up. It's not surprising his place is humdrum. He's been living here for years, but it still looks like a showroom. There isn't a single photo of him and his daughters anywhere. Or anything that indicates people live here. Not that it's any of my business. All I care about is ending his miserable existence. Over the years, I've thought of a million ways to kill him. Sometimes it's slow and painful and other times I put several bullets in his head, one after the other. But mostly, I anticipate the mood I'll be in when I finally avenge my father's death. He and Lombardi were partners, but one day, the bastard just up and killed him. Now I don't know if they had an argument or not, but that is no reason to kill someone who considered you his best friend. I was a child back the
I raise my hand to shake hers and I'm surprised by the zap of electricity that travels up my arm when we make contact. But before I can figure out what that was, she snatches her hand away with a sneer. Even after knowing who I was, her attitude toward me didn't change. She didn't become docile or pretend she suddenly liked me and I like that about her. Of course, it could all be an act. She could be pretending to be hostile toward me now so that later she can fool me into doing whatever Lombardi wants. I'm all too familiar with such tactics. I didn't get to where I am by luck or with my mother's support like that bastard thinks. My father might have left me money and a book with his old contacts, but he didn't leave a step-by-step manual on how to revive the business. I did that all by myself. The men who follow me don't do it because they love and admire me. In the mafioso, love is the most useless thing. Only loyalty matters. It doesn't matter if someone hates or loves you. Being
The house before me is a luxurious mansion with dark and gothic vibes. It has two stories with large windows and is painted in a matte black color. Large columns with intricate details support what looks like a wraparound balcony with men standing beside each. I waited until the end of the day to show up and boy, is this place lit up. Not even a fly can get past them. Several matte black luxury SUVs are parked around the circular driveway and trees surround the large property. Giving them the illusion of privacy. I say illusion because people like De Luca and Padre are always under surveillance. It could be from enemies the cops or even nosy neighbors. We step out of the car and it's only when one of De Luca's men drives toward a door that I realize there's an underground parking lot. The fucker didn't spare any expenses when he built his fortress. I'm impressed.I brought Gianna, Simona, and Paulo because I wouldn't dare come here alone. There's no telling what De Luca has in store f
I wake up hours later to find it's already dark outside. I'm a little out of it and I wonder where we are before I remember that this is the De Luca mansion. What time is it anyway? I'm so hungry that I can't help thinking it would be a shame if I missed dinner. Getting out of bed, I flick on the lights taking in the room properly for the first time. Like the exterior, the color scheme is grey and black. The bed in the middle is huge and the windows are floor to ceiling. I spot a balcony and head towards it, opening the door. The sudden gush of wind reminds me I'm only dressed in a tank and thong so I close it quickly. I'll finish exploring later. There is a love seat on the corner with a small table in front of it, a small shelf with magazines, and a huge TV mounted on the wall beside the door on the other side. Next to the TV, there are two doors. I open the first one, noting it's a bathroom while the next one is a walk-in closet. My clothes are already unpacked and arranged neatl
"Fuck Marianna, what is this?" I ask scanning her back. It's filled with angry welts that have started turning purple. The kind you get from a whip or a belt. And they weren't there yesterday when I saw her because she was wearing a backless dress. It's not something anyone could miss. Who could have done this to her? "None of your damn business," she says defensively as her hands hold the torn T-shirt to her front. "Did someone do this to you? Tell me who they are and I'll put a bullet between their eyes" I snarl, running my fingers over the marks lightly. She flinches but doesn't make a sound "Who was it?" I growl because I'm pissed. I can't believe anyone would hurt her like that. She's Marianna fucking Lombardi. All you have to do is look at her to know how spoiled she is. She showed up at my doorstep with her bodyguard and two women as if we were still in the 18th century where women took maids everywhere they went. There is no way she let anyone hurt her like this without fig
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