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 for me. This house is full of men who kill without blinking and I wouldn't underestimate them. Unfortunately, I grew up in this world so I know they're not above raping and killing me then cutting me into pieces just to mail them over to Padre piece by piece. Hence the reason I brought reinforcements. I also told Padre that which is the only reason he agreed to let my gang come with me. Not that he has any use for them. I found Gianna in a strip club where she was being treated like trash. Men did whatever they wanted to her and from her face I could see she was close to her breaking point. Back then, if she lost her shit, they would have killed her or harvested her organs before doing it. Knowing how much she craved freedom, I paid the guy a few bucks and threw around the name Lombardi. In the next hour, Gianna was in my car going home with me. Simona, I found her on the street. I was passing and we had stopped at the traffic lights when I saw her fighting with another girl. Apparently, she was trespassing on the girl's turf, and when told to leave she told them to go stick carrots in their smelly cunts. Her words, not mine. I immediately liked her sass and fire. She flipped them and got in the car with me smirking all the way then when we were out of sight, she asked what my deal was. I hired her on the spot but warned her and Gianna that if they ever crossed me I would feed them their own intestines. Although they don't know it, they are my best friends now. I've had Paulo train them a little so they wouldn't be defenseless. They might not be as good as I am but they're okay. De Luca walks out looking like a snack and without realizing it, I hold my breath. How was yesterday the first time we met? I've always known he hates Padre but I assumed he would be an ugly ass old man with a pot belly who spits while speaking. He's tall with tan skin and emerald eyes. His aura screams dark and dangerous but in sweatpants and a T-shirt, he almost looks normal. Swoon worthy even. Beside me, Gianna and Simona sigh dramatically. "If he asks me to crawl, I'll do it in a heartbeat," one of them says and I want to roll my eyes but I'm still checking out Mr tall, dark, and handsome. The thought of him on his knees in front of me doesn't sound so bad. "You're here," he says scrolling through his phone. I don't like that he's not checking me out the way he was doing last night. I might be in an oversized t-shirt and leggings but I'm still hot. Eyes on me when you speak, motherfucker. In a sweet voice, I tell him "I hope you trip and fall on your dick" That gets him to look up. Smirking, I walk past him to the house while speaking rapidly. "I need three rooms. One for me, the other for Paulo, and the last one for Gianna and Simona. I don't trust you or your men. And they better be next to each other. You don't want me roaming this house on my own. Trust me" "Never" he cuts in but I ignore him. "Simona will taste my food before I eat and Gianna will see to everything else" "Gee thanks for the extra love sista," Simona says and I do roll my eyes this time. "I love you. But better you than me" At the landing, I pause. Not knowing which way to go. There are high chandeliers and the living room on my right is furnished with all things leather. I can see the kitchen to my left but the door is half open so I only catch glimpses of it. I look back to De Luca to find he's still pretending to be busy just to prove a point. It's his house and we are to follow his rules. He'll move when he feels like it. The guys carrying our luggage have also stopped and I wonder if they don't know which rooms we've been assigned or are only following their master. But it doesn't matter. I'm used to egotistical assholes. "Right then. This way ladies" He finally says looking up and meeting my eyes. I try to give him my middle finger but realize Paulo is holding my hand. As if he knew what I was about to do. Which I appreciate because just like Padre, De Luca has a reputation. He could be worse than the man who raised me. People don't get to where he is by being nice and lenient. There's only so much I can do and say before he decides he's had enough and sticks a knife in my throat. That doesn't stop me from wanting to piss him off though. At the landing, we head right and he explains that our rooms are in the east wing, next to his. Apparently, he doesn't trust me with his men on the west wing. As if anyone would be interested in his dogs. I couldn't sleep last night due to the lecture I got from Padre. That man is the biggest piece of shit I've ever known. He made it clear that I should use any means to get anything I could from De Luca. Starting with his plans, weaknesses, and shipment schedule, and if that didn't work seduce him. Make him fall in love with me and have him tell me everything. Of course, Padre didn't think he would actually fall in love with me but hey points for trying right? He stops in front of a door and I almost run into his back but Paulo pulls me back. "Are you okay Mari?" "Yeah. Just tired" De Luca opens the door but I don't wait for him to say anything. I just walk past him and get rid of the tights I'm wearing. In my head, I can't decide whether to shower first or sleep. The bed looks inviting so I decide sleep it is. Behind me, Paulo asks "Are we waiting for her to get naked before you show us our rooms?" He sounds annoyed and rude but he wouldn't be my bodyguard if he cowered in front of men like De Luca. Climbing in bed, I lie on my stomach and close my eyes. Knowing it's only a matter of time before he finds out I was lying to him. I'm not okay. *****************************************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
"This is why I love you, Cris. You're the best, man" he says rushing out of my room. I can't believe Nev suddenly turned into a teenager because of Marianna or that he actually took my advice seriously. Chances are she will take whatever he buys for her and shove them up his ass. Fuck, I hope she does it so Nevio can give up. The last I want to do is kill him over a woman. Which is exactly what will happen if he so much as lays a finger on her. It's almost time to leave so I quickly get dressed and head out of my room. Since mine is the furthest down the hall, I have to pass by Marianna's when I leave. Seeing the door isn't fully closed, I decide to tell her to behave herself while I'm gone but I hear voices coming from inside so I stop. It never hurts to eavesdrop on the enemy once in a while. "Shit Mari, why didn't you tell me before we left? What if they leave a scar?" A voice which I guess belongs to her bodyguard Paulo, asks. And from what I hear, they're talking about the mar
A few years ago "You two again?" Lombardi roared "Wasn't trashing my office enough? Now you decided to make a mess in my kitchen? Look at all the things you broke. Do you know how much those fucking cups cost me?" He didn't care about the broken utensils. He was angry and needed someone to take his anger out on. "It wasn't me Padre. It was Carina" Marianna spoke up first to shift the blame to Carina even though she was the one who'd started it. During breakfast, one of the maids had sat them at the dinner table and served them their breakfast. Marianna wanted to know why Carina's hair grew so fast even after she'd cut it last month but when she didn't get an answer, she flung the cup in front of her towards Carina. Having gotten used to her tantrums, Carina had ducked, which only served to infuriate Marianna more. Without thinking she grabbed anything her hands got on and kept hurling them, not caring where they landed or if she hurt her sister. Tired of ducking, Carina had decid
"I asked how you are, Marianna" "Let's not pretend you actually care about me. And to answer your question, I didn't steal anything from you while you were out" "That's not what I asked. Besides, what could you possibly steal from me?" "Information about your organization. Weaknesses and strengths. Just because I'm pretty, doesn't mean I forgot my brains at home" "Pretty? Who said you were pretty?" Every fucking man I've met on this planet. Not that I need anyone's validation. If it wasn't for my asshole father, my life would be perfect. I don't crave love and affection like most people. I don't need someone to constantly remind me I'm beautiful or worthy. You can't long for something you've never had. De Luca moves to stand at the foot of the bed and says, "The word pretty is too basic to describe someone as magnificent as you, Marianna." Okay. I wasn't expecting that but I'll take it. "Did you want something, De Luca?" I ask pretending I don't care for what he said. I
"I got your missed call, sir" "Where the fuck were you Fausto? When I call, I expect you to pick up my damn calls. I don't care if you're balls deep in some fucking whore, you answer my calls! Do you understand?" "Yes sir. I apologize. It won't happen again" "It better not because next time I'll put a hole between your eyes and ask questions later. Now come to the mansion tomorrow. I found some discrepancies in the accounts that I want you to explain" "Yes sir" I hung up. Damn, I was pissed about that imbecile not picking up my calls but when I got home, I forgot. Why? Because I couldn't wait to see Marianna. All day long I couldn't stop thinking about her or how to kill her father. For some stupid reason, I've taken it upon myself to save her from that fucking monster. When I got back I could see she was topless under the sheets. Which only served to infuriate me more because I knew she'd spent all day like that so as not to aggravate her wounds. I honestly don't know what kind o
"Holy fuck. What the hell was that? What have I done?" I curse while banging my forehead on the door. Did I just give her something to use against me? Feeling angry on her behalf and wanting her father dead is one thing. Letting her see how much hold she's got me is something else. For heaven's sake she's only been here for a day and already I know I'm fucked. "Yeah Cris, why'd you do that?" Nev asks from behind me making me jump. I was so distracted that I fucking jumped when he spoke up. Imagine that. If it had been an enemy, I would be dead because I didn't see them when I came in. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you here?" With the amount of time he spends in my room, someone would think he doesn't have his. "Are you coming out of her room? If you liked her why didn't you tell me?" "I can't answer your questions now when I don't even have answers to my own. Leave me alone" "Is she the reason you've been in a foul mood all day?" "Yes, no, I don't know" "Shit Cris
I can't believe that asshole. After kissing me the way he did, he had the nerve to spend the night with his whore while I spent all night tossing and turning wondering why he did that. For a second there I thought it was because he felt... I don't want to say sorry because that's worse. I think maybe he felt something for me. Otherwise, he wouldn't have kissed me like... God, I don't even know how to explain it. The few times I've been kissed, the men didn't care. They were after my body not to make me feel anything. And up until yesterday, I didn't know a man with a reputation like De Luca's could kiss like that. Fuck, I would have gotten on my knees if he'd asked me to. Now I see how stupid I was. He's doing the same thing Padre sent me here to do. And if I hadn't seen him with that slut I would have fallen for it. Damn, I need to be alert or De Luca will turn the tables on me. "You look disappointed Mari. Do you like him?" Simona asks "Yes. Because I'm stupid enough to fall fo
"Last chance, Cris. If you mess it up, I'll send you to hell myself" Damn it! Who was I kidding? I never had a chance. Maybe provoking him wasn't a good idea. If I hadn't talked to him, he would have continued his play. Giving me more time to convince her that I am the better choice. Then again, who's to say she would have given in? Actions speak louder than words. She doesn't trust me. Locking her door was a clear sign that she didn't feel safe with me. I can't help but wonder what would have happened if I hadn't let her go the first time we met. Why does she keep going back to him? He'll hurt her again. I know he will. Turning off the laptop, I take my car keys and leave. She needs to come back to her senses. After everything that bastard did, how could she forgive him? It's okay if she doesn't want to be with me but he's not right for her either. He left when she needed him the most and he will do it again. "Sir" "What?" "She's still waiting for you in the lobby"
I'm curious to know if they've made up but I don't want to disturb them in case they're in the middle of it. Carina just needed a little shove to see that she still loved her husband. I know the other guy, Marco, has done a lot for her but he honestly scares me. Cris is on our level. If we put our minds to it, we could destroy his business and leave him penniless. As a matter of fact, if he does something stupid again, that's what I'll do. But Marco? He's too powerful. He doesn't go around showing it but Damiano told me about him and I was shocked. If someone like that were to date my sister, of course, we would be known as the most powerful family. But it would also mean that we couldn't do anything without his permission. I thought about it really hard. About who would make Carina happy. Maybe I'm judging Marco too harshly but I don't think he can do it. She doesn't look at him the same way she looks at Cris. At first, I just wanted to mess around with her and se
"Marianna!" "Gee, are you trying to burst my eardrum? What's the problem now? Shouldn't you be happy for having a sister as caring as I am?""I'm sorry but did you not hear me when I told you to stay out of it? Are you deaf?""Yes. I usually become deaf when it suits me. Which stage are you at?" "I don't know what's going through that thick head of yours but I'll have you know that I'm going to kick him out" "I took the keys with me" Idiot "I have two spare keys you dumbass" "Damn it! Why are you so stubborn? I just want to see you happy" "It doesn't have to be with him. I can be happy with someone else" I lower my voice so he doesn't hear me. Waking up to find him hovering above me almost gave me a heart attack. But it's not the first time I've caught him watching me sleep. If I didn't know him I'd think he was a creep. "Remember when you left the Maldives and were kidnapped by that asshole?" "Yeah. Marco's guys saved me and took me to his house" "Half a point
Now I'm a hundred percent sure Marianna spent all night planning this. I don't know if I should thank her or be pissed. This could go two ways. Carina could either ignore everything and kick me out or she would end up thinking I was in cahoots with her sister and possibly hate me forever. Either way, it's not gonna end well. Before she comes out, I check for other notes and get rid of them. I've just discarded the last one when she asks, "Is there food in there? Marianna said she ordered some" Some is an under... Fuck. Thank God the fridge door is shielding me or I wouldn't know how to explain my hard-on. One look at her and my cock jumps up happily. I know I have no right to demand anything from her but there's no way I'll let her leave the house dressed like that. The floral dress is simple, exposing her shoulders and a good part of her legs but damn it, those legs are mine. That cleavage is mine. Every part of her is mine. She moves towards me and for a second, I forget to breat
I missed watching her sleep. She looks like an angel curled up, with one of her legs exposed and the other one under the covers. I want to stop time so we'll be stuck in this moment forever. So I can look at her all I want without any interruptions. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I tuck her hair behind her ear, marveling at her long lashes, straight nose, and full lips. I want to kiss her while she's asleep because I know she won't let me anywhere near her once she wakes up. Why I once thought it was okay to let her go is beyond me. Will she be angry when she wakes up and sees me here? What can I do to get her back? No matter how much I think about it, I can't see a future where I'm okay without her. Before her, I didn't believe in love. My plan was to find a woman, any woman, and start a family with her. It's no secret that most women would like to be my wife. My last name comes with not only money but also power. The kind that lets them do whatever they want k
Was I too harsh? But why won't he leave me alone? I already told him that I'd moved on and our relationship was over. Why is he trying so hard? Damn him. He forced me to tell him those things. I wouldn't have been so mean if he had just stayed away. Yes, it's his fault. He deserves that and so much more for abandoning me when... If you don't care, why are you still hung up on that? This is getting old. I can't always use that as an excuse. I don't care about him or his feelings but that doesn't mean I have to put up with him. If I show him the slightest consideration, he won't leave and chances are, I might end up back in his arms. But if I don't care, why am I still up at half past one worrying if he was hurt by my words? Thanks to Cris, I have another sleepless night and wake up feeling grumpy. Funny how I'm not affected by the fact that Lombardi was still alive. Maybe he still is. Marianna said she wasn't sure if Nev killed him or not. What I don't understand is why
"Why are you still here?" "I'm wondering if I should sue you for illegal termination of employment. How can you just fire me?" "Your services are no longer needed. Why should I let you stay? Besides, weren't you the one who was complaining about how you didn't sign up for this shit?""Still. You should have given me a one-month notice" I shift my eyes to look at him. What changed? I was under the impression that he didn't want to stay here because he wasn't fond of Val. Why isn't he jumping with joy? "Are you high?" "Because of your kid, I haven't smoked anything in a long time" "Then I thank you on Val's behalf. Now get lost" As much as I appreciate his help, it would be better if he left. I suspect he wants to stick around because of Carina. She's a beautiful woman and men can't help but be interested in her. Speaking of Carina, I wonder if telling her about Val was the right choice. Marco pissed me off and all I could think was that I should never let him wi
"Are you insane?" "Yeah. Insanely hot" "Why didn't you come to me first?" Flopping back on the bed, I close my eyes. Damiano is as pissed as Giovanni was, when he found out I asked Nev to kill Lombardi. I understand why Giovanni would feel that way but not Damiano. They're acting as if I did something horrible when in reality, they are the ones who are in the wrong. Why the hell would they want to keep that bastard alive? For what reason?"If I hadn't followed you, you wouldn't have told me he was still alive" "Barely. He was hooked up to all those machines and had no chance of waking up. Why would you kill him?" "Technically he was already dead. Why does it matter if I killed him or asked someone else to do it? As you said, he wasn't going to regain consciousness" "That doesn't make it alright for you to kill him!" He snarls, making me lean on my elbows. Lifting my head to stare at him. "Are you seriously angry at me because of that bastard?" "In case you fo
It's almost nine and I'm roaming around the house aimlessly because I can't sleep. For some reason, my nerves are too wound up to let me settle down. Who am I kidding? It's that bastard. Knowing he's here and planning on wooing me, as Marco put it, is driving me insane. Is he the one who's been sending me flowers? Where is he? Why was he here that day? And screw Marco. Why the fuck would he tell me that? Anyone in his position would do everything they could to keep me from finding out. Why did he tell me? How does he even know that? Are they in contact or is he spying on him?I'm scared of his presence. I'm scared that his presence will thaw the ice around my heart because it was already melting before I knew he was here. I'm so scared I'll forgive him and fall into his arms as if nothing happened. If I'm honest with myself, I will admit that I miss him. I miss the way he bulldozed himself into my life, the way he still came back to me even when I almost ruined his busines