"Mmmm," it's all he says. I could pester him to tell me what's on his mind, but I don't. We fought during dinner. I didn't even get to enjoy my meal because I was annoyed for no reason at all. The waitress might have annoyed me but it wasn't her fault I was in a prissy mood. I really think my hormones are spiraling and since Cris was the only person there, I took it out on him. Again, I think of how we could have died, angry at each other over stupid shit. We're lucky to have escaped and when we get home, I'll apologize for being such a bitch. "Ornella, I take it you didn't talk to him?" "What are... I did. I explained everything and he said he would stop" "I hope he did. Because if this was his doing, I am going to kill him" I wonder what Cris is talking about. I must have fallen asleep in the car since we're home now. He's still carrying me and I want to ask what he means and who he's going to kill but my head feels so heavy. Reluctantly I close my eyes, laying my head back on
"Fuck Fabian, hurry up. She just passed out" "Yes sir," Fabian says but doesn't hurry up because he's probably going on full speed. Why the hell did I listen to her when she said she was fine? We jumped out of a speeding car. Of course, she wasn't okay. The smell of blood is so potent in the car making bile rise in my throat. This would be the first time the metallic scent bothers me. I'm the head of a criminal organization so I've gotten used to how blood smells. I love it especially when it's that of my enemy. But Carina's is different. I don't want her to bleed ever again. "You should have forced us to go to the hospital" I murmur. Fabian has been working for me for a long time now. He knows when to speak and when to keep his mouth shut but for the first time ever, I wish he'd forced us to go get checked out. Nev would have done that. Ever since he became a father, he's been obsessed with being healthy for his son. The fucker even eats vegetables willingly. I'm sure he would hav
We both snap our heads towards the bed. Carina is already awake and staring at us. Fuck, this is not the right time for her to find out about this. "Hey baby, how are you feeling?" I ask sitting next to her legs on the bed. "I want to fucking know what you two were fighting about. If you tell me it's nothing I will stab you with the IV's needle" not sure how much damage the needle can do but I'm glad she's okay. Or she wouldn't be threatening me. "You should leave, I need to talk to her alone," Giovanni says taking a step forward. "No. Chris is not going anywhere. If you have something to say, do it in front of him. He's the father... My baby" she whispers the last part, grasping my hand "How's the baby? Nothing happened, right? He's fine? Tell me the baby is fine" "He's fine Carina. Don't worry about anything" I reassure her squeezing her hand. "You promise? You're not telling me this to make me feel better?" "I promise" "Okay. I'm glad nothing happened to him. What did
Fucking Giovanni is my... Sperm donor. How did I not see it? If I try hard enough, I can remember instances when he helped me. Like when he killed this asshole who had wandering hands at one of the parties held at the house. I was fifteen and Padre had said it was time I started earning my keep. That was before Paulo started working for me and I remember feeling so grateful to him but in the back of my mind, I always thought it was because Padre had sent him. Now I know it's probably because... Fuck him. Where was he when Padre was beating the shit out of us? That monster didn't care if it was me or Marianna. He took his anger out of whoever he got his hands on first. Why did Giovanni do anything? I think about anyone hurting my unborn child and I see red. There's no way a parent could stand by and watch his daughters get used and abused for so many years. So fuck Giovanni whatever his last name. A crazy laugh escapes me because it's ridiculous that I don't know his- my last name. Fo
Shopping is more fun than I thought it would be. Since we don't know the gender, we have to buy unisex clothes but they're all so adorable. I can imagine my baby in them and miraculously it makes me excited. Finally, I'm ready to be a mother. I think. There is something about a baby store that makes you feel, I don't know, happy to have a kid? Deep down I'm still scared but not as much as I was when I first found out. After seeing all these things, I'm somehow on my way to coming to terms with it. Who knew being a parent needed psychological preparation? I haven't heard anything from Cris. Not a call or text or even a message sent by a pigeon. I don't know what he's thinking about but Paulo was right. I have no right to be mad at him when I'm also keeping something from him. If he finds out about it and knows that I didn't tell him then I reckon he'll be a lot more pissed than I am. We've only gotten back and I'm thinking of calling him when I spot some of the guys getting in a van.
There is a reason I don't frequent this restaurant or accept an invitation to these kinds of events. But when I do, it's to get some of the girls off the podium and send them away. Most of them have no home to go back to or were sold so simply buying them and releasing them doesn't do the trick. Chances are they might end up right back here. Getting them out means giving them the option to work for me or getting them a new identity. That's the easy part especially if it's the former. Being their employer ensures their loyalty is to me and as a result, they won't go running to cops. Releasing them back to the world is always a risk. Even the NDAs they normally sign don't guarantee they won't tattle to a LEO. Nev thinks one of them will end up ruining us and is always telling me to look away but I can't help it. Unfortunately, this is not something I can stop. At least not alone. It would be easy to close this restaurant down but another one will just pop up somewhere else and contin
"D-Don De Luca, what a surprise. We weren't expecting you here" I'm glad that he took a step back when he saw me. Looks like some part of his brain is still functioning. "Stay out of this Cris" Carina murmurs glaring up at me. Maybe I would have if he hadn't called her a whore. But it's too late. "To make this quick, you know who I am. This is my girlfriend, Marianna Lombardi who you just called Puttana. Do you see your mistake now?" There was no need to ask him that. He went pale the second I uttered Lombardi's name. "Y... Ye...yes sir. I... I..." "Good" Taking out my gun, I pull the trigger and then watch as he drops to the floor. Gasps and screams fill the restaurant before it goes quiet again. "What the fuck? Are you being serious right now" "He called you a whore. Was I supposed to let him go?" Killing him in front of all these witnesses is stupid. There's a chance a law enforcement officer had snuck in here or is undercover. In that case, I'm headed straight to prison
"Ugh, why are you here?" "I came to see you. How have you been?" "Peachy Cris. Can't you tell?" I answer rolling my eyes. I went to take a shower and when I came out, he was in my room. Lounging on my bed as if he belongs there. Looking at him now, I wonder how we slept together on it all night without me ending up on the floor. He's so huge that he occupies most of it. "Come on amore. You can't still be mad at me" "I wasn't until you showed up yesterday and ruined my plans" "Which were what exactly?" he asks. It infuriates me that there is humor laced in his voice. "Selling off that asshole so he'd know what it felt like to be in those girls positions" "I'm sorry to say but I don't think his type is in demand anywhere on the market" "Please, have you met me? I would have combed the earth to find someone who'd buy him" "Yeah, if there's anyone who can do that, I believe it's you" "Damn right. Now get your ass out of my room" I tell him heading to the closet. I'm thr
My eyes snap open when something heavy lands on my face. I have to jerk my head back to see what it is. Not a what but a who. Val. Marianna is standing next to the bed her face filled with disgust. She did not just dump the kid on my face "What the fuck?" "Sorry to burst your little bubble but I'm done babysitting" "Where is Fabian?" Cris asks sitting up and pulling Val into his arms. I've never seen anything so beautiful. His muscles flex when he lifts him in the air and I have this urge to run my hands on the leathery skin. Leave marks on them so everyone knows he's taken. Fatherhood suits him. "He left claiming he was busy" "Couldn't you have waited until later? It's seven in the morning" "I could. But knowing that you're here enjoying your married life while mine is falling apart didn't sit well with me so here we are" "Aren't you the one who pushed us back together?" "I regret it. If I'd known what would happen, I wouldn't have lifted a finger. That way we'd
"Why isn't he picking up?" "Maybe he's busy? Val can be a handful sometimes" Soriano offers and I want to punch him. Since when is Cris too busy for me? Also, I wasn't talking to him. Why did he feel the need to answer? Dumbass."Don't you have something to do or somewhere to be?" "Nope. It's my off day today" "Great. Can you go have it elsewhere?" who invented off days again? Oh wait, it was me. I thought it would be a good idea for the guys to have one day off to spend with their families or bitches but now I realize that it was a mistake. These kinds of employees don't need off days. Hanging up, I call Fabian. He picks up on the first ring. For the millionth time, I wonder why he's so glued to Cris. Obviously, I'm the better guy between us. Loving, considerate, appreciative- is that even a word? Any way. I would totally treat him well if he was my guy. When we went to kill Lombardi, I thought we'd bonded and tried to get him to come to work for me but he flat-out tur
I was prepared for this. Lashing out at me whenever she is unhappy or angry. It will take some time for her to completely forgive me so until then I can't do anything but take everything she throws at me. But fuck, it hurts. Knowing that I let her down and I can never change it. If only I could turn time back. "I never stopped caring" "Sorry. I was just shocked" "Why did you let her go?" "Because Damiano asked me to. He said she didn't know that I was pregnant. Besides, killing her wouldn't change anything. It's not like I can be pregnant again" No, she can't. "Come on. Your sister bought a lot of food. I wonder if she was planning on locking us in here for a week" I change the subject because it feels like now isn't the right time to talk about Leone. Someday we will be able to talk about him comfortably without it being too much for her. At least I hope so. "She's an idiot. Luckily she's with Fabian or God knows what would happen to your son" "Paulo and your friends are here
"You're the one who wants to wait." "Not anymore" He pulls back to take off my dress. Making me realize that he's still fully dressed while I'm completely naked. "Don't you think you're overdressed for the occasion?" "I can't wait any longer," he says spinning me around. My eyes connect with his in the mirror and the wicked smile on his lips is enough to let me know what he's thinking. I hear the sound of a zipper then his hot, hard cock is between my crack. He spreads my cheeks open, wedging himself between them, and starts to slowly move up and down. Lord, that feels good. With his eyes still on mine, he reaches up to caress my breasts, pinching my nipples and sending a bolt of heat straight to my pussy. There's something erotic about watching him play with my body. Watching both our reactions to his ministrations. Especially since I'm naked and he's still dressed. It feels like I'm his plaything. Like he can't be bothered to get undressed because he knows I'll accept him either
Did being a father change him so much? It's been more than an hour and he hasn't touched me which is unlike Cris. The man I know couldn't keep his hands off me. We were like rabbits who fucked anywhere and everywhere. Has he changed or am I not desirable anymore? Did I get old and lose my sex appeal? I'm not even thirty yet. How could he lose interest so fast? He made me sit next to him at the dining table and all he's done is hold my hand. Jumping up, I rush to the bathroom. I was pregnant but never got to breastfeed so my breasts aren't saggy. They're still firm just like how they used to be. And I haven't lost my waist yet. It's still there. I turn around several times to make sure that I'm not lying to myself. Since I came here, I haven't tried dieting or going to the gym. Maybe I gained a little..."What are you doing?" He asks leaning on the door, making me jump. "Fuck, you scared the living daylights out of me" "Are you looking for something?" "Yes. My sexiness
"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