CHAPTER TWENTY-TWOARIAI was livid. At first, my anger stemmed from the fact that Maximo’s brother interrupted the moment we were having. I had been confident that my plans to seduce Maximo would work, especially as I saw the way he reacted to me. Until Lorenzo showed up, glaring at me like he wanted to kill me with his own bare hands. Lorenzo was the type of man who was all smiles and jokes but was actually very dangerous. Men like that were dangerous because people often underestimated them. But there was something about him that made dread skitter across my stomach. It was different from the transfixing fear I felt for Maximo—the one that held me in a state of captivation, unable to look away from him despite my trepidation.With Lorenzo, the fear I felt was dirty and repulsive. His presence in the room made my skin crawl. My anger only worsened when they began to speak Italian, deliberately exempting me from the conversation. Each time Lorenzo laughed and glanced at me, I wis
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREEARIA“Why are you hesitating, Red?” Maximo drawled, his voice husky. One hand came up to stroke the side of my face. I shuddered despite myself, loving the feel of his warm, calloused fingers stroking over my skin. ‘Just shoot him. Kill him now and all your problems are gone. Pay him back for all the pain he caused you.’My head was a fuzzy mess, my plans and schemes all evaporated from my brain as he leaned further into me. His scent enveloped me, his body warmth radiating through his thin shirt, sending shivers up my spine. I couldn't look away from his grey eyes, his dark lashes brushing against them, framing them so beautifully. My body ached with want, longing for just a touch.There were only two thoughts in my head at that moment. One, I wanted to kiss him so badly. Two, I couldn’t kill him even if I wanted to. This has to be a trap. Maximo Morelli would never let me kill him.My grip on the gun loosened. The weapon clattered loudly to the floor. None of
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOURMAXIMOIt’s been four days. Four days since I kissed Aria, four days since I touched her, felt the contours of her soft skin under my palms and the silky smoothness of her lips pressed against mine. Four days of torture, having her moans replay in my head over and over again. It’s pathetic. I am Maximo Morelli. I never pine over anyone. Heck, I have a rule of not fucking one woman more than twice. I have more than enough women at my disposal, women who would beg me to give them pleasure…Yet here I was, sitting at the back of my car with a laptop positioned on the headrest mount, watching Aria through the remote security system I had installed on my personal computer just for her. I always had CCTV cameras in every corner of my home, but there was a security room in my mansion where all the monitors were located. I’d never had any reason to have the network installed on my personal device, and yet I did this just so I could watch her whenever I wanted to.I loved
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVEARIAI flipped a page of the old, giant hardcover book I was holding, my fingers skimming across the letters inked on the pages. I had gone exploring in Maximo’s mansion, deciding to take advantage of the little freedom he had given me. I was shocked to find out that he had a library here. Not just any basic library, a large, well-decorated one, with shelves and bookshelves upon bookshelves stacked high with ancient, leatherbound books in pristine condition. Like the rest of the house, this large room had an antique, Victorian-style interior design. The furniture was very rich and dark wood, and the carpets were thick and fluffy. A grand fireplace, complete with fire, lined the back wall of the room, giving it a warm glow. I took a deep breath as the scent of cinnamon filled the air. The pleasant scent of old, crisp book pages was calming and relaxing. I had always loved reading, and that made me wonder why a man like Maximo had a well-maintained library in his h
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIXMAXIMO“B-boss?” Pietro’s eyes widened as I walked down the stairs. “I-it’s not what it looks like,” he stammered, then realizing Aria was still in his arms, he shoved her away.Aria’s body crumpled to the floor and she immediately crawled to a corner. I was livid, willing my hands not to shake due to my anger.“She came here trying to seduce me! She asked me to let her escape…”A loud bang rang out as I pulled the trigger. Pietro let out a blood-curdling scream as his leg gave in beneath him and he fell to the ground.“You touched her,” I breathed, trying to appear calm, my hand clenching around the cold metal with restrained rage. “I was on my own!” He screamed. “She came onto me…”I shot his second leg, then his shoulder, before aiming for his head. “Stop!”It was Aria who screamed this time around. I gritted my teeth painfully before turning to glance at Luca who had walked in behind me.“Take her out of here,” I barked.“No!” She screamed again, her voice fi
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVENARIAMy eyes slowly opened to reveal the dark room. I blinked severally before sitting up and taking in the room before me. Maximo’s room.My body flushed with warmth as the memories from earlier came rushing back to my mind. The way he’d rescued me, the way he held me, the way he kissed me. My heart beat rapidly, desire and confusion fighting a battle for dominance within me. I should be happy that my plan to seduce him was working. That should be all I thought about—the plan. Instead, all that lingered in my mind was the way he made my heart flutter, my toes curl, and my blood run hot. How could someone so evil be so caring? How could the same hand which killed me touch me so softly, like he was scared I would break? How could he leave the room earlier when I was sure he wanted more than just the kisses and humping sessions?“Ugh! I need him out of my head,” I muttered under my breath. I also needed him out of my skin, his taste out of my mouth, and his veno
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTMAXIMOSeeing Aria on her knees before me was a sight I’d played out in my head a million times. Yet, all the fantasizing and daydreaming could not prepare me for the reality of what it felt like. One strap had slid down her shoulder, exposing the soft curve of her neck and collarbone. My eyes trailed to the tops of her breasts, and I clenched my jaw at her hardened nipples peeking through her thin silk dress.My eyes remained locked on hers as she slowly slid her hands over my firm thighs. She looked so sexy kneeling there in front of me, the dim light from outside illuminating her figure and the dark space that surrounded us. “This is how you plan to thank me?” I asked, somehow managing to keep my voice steady. “Don’t you like it?” She purred.Her voice was soft, sultry and a little bit throaty. And that damn accent…fuck! “I do,” I said through gritted teeth.Very, very much.A sensual smile spread across her lips as she continued stroking her hands slowly up
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINEARIASunlight streamed into the room through dark curtains, hitting my face. I winced and buried my face into the pillows.“It’s time to wake up, Aria.”I frowned at the sound of the voice. It was light and high-pitched. It wasn’t Maximo.My eyes snapped open to reveal Maria pulling the curtains open. “What are you doing?” My voice was groggy and husky from sleep. Maria turned to me, running a hand down the front of her maid uniform. “I was given specific instructions to wake you up for breakfast if you slept past 10 am,” she replied. I didn’t need to ask who gave the instructions or why. Instead, I felt a flutter in my stomach at his thoughtfulness.Maximo and thoughtful in the same sentence. Who would have thought?With a sleepy groan, I threw my legs out of bed. “What’s for breakfast?”“Whatever you want. There’s a whole banquet waiting,” Maria replied.I halted in my steps as a feeling I couldn’t describe washed over me. I felt like I was in a trance. Wee
CHAPTER EIGHTYMAXIMOPanic surged through me as I cradled Aria in my arms. Her body felt limp, and her skin was cold against mine. “Aria, please!” I choked, desperation clawing at my throat. I could still feel the warmth of blood seeping through her dress, soaking her clothes and drenching my arm. So much blood...our baby!A wave of dread crashed over me. “Maximo!” Lorenzo shouted, his voice cutting through my panic as he rushed towards the car. I carefully laid Aria in the back seat before slipping in, my heart racing. I could hardly think straight; all I could focus on was getting her to safety, making sure that she and our unborn child survive this.Lorenzo jumped into the driver’s seat, and we sped away from the junkyard, the night air rushing past us. The city lights blurred into streaks of color as we sped past the buildings and roads. My hand clutched Aria’s firmly, and as I stared at her pale face, I was thrown back to a time when Aria had hurt herself. The memory hit me li
CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINEARIACold sweat dripped down my forehead despite the chilly atmosphere in the dark room. My head felt light, my body was heating up. The cold floor bit against my open wounds, sending sharp jolts of pain through my body. My whole body hurt, but when I tried to change my position by sitting down, I realized I could barely move my legs. My stomach twisted painfully, the pain getting worse with each passing second.“Help...someone,” I gasped in pain, clutching my stomach with one hand. My lungs felt heavy with each breath that I took. My throat felt constricted as I tried to call out again, this time louder.I didn’t know what was happening. All I knew was that my body didn’t feel good. At that moment, I felt another sharp pull in my lower stomach, this time more painful and agonizing than the last. I let out a low groan, the sound echoing in the empty room. Tears stung my eyes at the knowledge that no one could help me. Placing my palms against the cold floor, I
CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHTMAXIMOI stared at the image on my phone, the knife in my stomach twisting deeper and deeper. Aria was pregnant?My mind reeled as panic surged through me, my heart racing and my fists clenching. Aria was pregnant? Carrying our baby? Our offspring?My shock dissolved into overwhelming fury as the urge to kill Roberto with my own bare hands filled me. How dare he lay a hand on her, especially after knowing that she was pregnant?I ran a hand through my wild locks, feeling my throat constrict as I continued to stare at the message. Anger boiled inside me, a raging beast fueled by the thought of Aria, my pregnant wife, in pain. I felt betrayed and furious, but not just at Roberto. I was angry at myself for walking away from her that day. If I had stayed like my heart had wanted, maybe just a minute or an hour longer than I did, I might have found out that she was pregnant. I would have taken her with me. I had thought I was protecting her by staying away, but now i
CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVENMAXIMOThe moment I stepped into the gym, the smell of sweat and metal hit me like a wave. The sound of weights clanking and heavy breathing filled the air. It was a welcome atmosphere to the silence that had enveloped me since I left Aria at the hospital. Cold.Detached.Empty.Those were the feelings that enveloped me since I walked out of that hospital room without turning back. They weren’t foreign feelings. My life had been dark and meaningless before she came in, bundling into my life with her sass, her defiance, and a mass of red hair that I could not get out of my mind.The red hair that floated around her pale face when I saw her lifeless body in the bath.Ever since I walked away, I turned into the man I used to be. Scar. But the difference was, I wasn’t living anymore. I was just existing.Like I’d promised, I haven’t tried to contact her since that day. I didn’t ask any of my men to spy on her either. If she was desperate enough to attempt ending her
CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIXARIAThe world around me stopped as Roberto’s words settled thick in the air around us.At the shocked look on my face. Roberto leaned closer, his voice low and mocking. “You think Maximo is some brave hero that killed his brother’s murderer?” He chuckled. “He was petrified. He almost peed in his pants that day like the coward he has always been.”My breath caught as my heartbeat settled into heavy thuds against my chest. I couldn’t breathe as tears blurred my vision.“Angelo forced the gun into Maximo’s hand,” Roberto continued, a twisted smile on his face. “He made your husband point his gun to your father’s head. Maximo kept crying, saying he didn’t want to. He just wanted to go back to Lorenzo and his mother. What a pathetic little child he was.”My tears had stopped pouring now, a hollow ache throbbing in my chest.“His father smacked him. It was the first time Angelo ever hit any of his children,” Roberto said, his tone dripping with satisfaction. “Called him
CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVEARIAIsa’s revelation made the entire room fall quiet. Caterina released a choked gasp before taking a step back. A pained groan slipped out of my lips, tears springing at the corners of my eyes as I covered my stomach even more, feeling exposed to the information Isa just gave them. I knew she said it to make Caterina stop hitting me, but this revelation would only fuel Roberto’s twisted fantasies even more. “Well, well, well,” Roberto drawled. “What a pleasant turn of events.”I heard the sound of his wheelchair approaching me, and the next thing I felt was his hand grabbing a chunk of my hair and pulling me harshly to look at him. His fingers curled into my hair so tightly that it almost cut off my circulation, but I barely noticed because I had other things on my mind.Hatred. Pure and thick blinded my gaze as I glared up at him. In that moment, I wished Maximo had killed him. Surely, the only parts of his body that got affected by the bullet to his spine wer
CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOURARIAI felt my throat hitch at the sound of her voice. I looked at Roberto, who also had a sinister look in his eyes. I had thought Roberto would still be in the hospital, recovering from the severe injuries I watched Maximo give him. The man was shot in the spine for crying out loud. He should be bedridden, not here, orchestrating a kidnapping and staring at me with darkness lurking in his eyes. “You look shocked, Aria,” Roberto chuckled. “Did you think I was going to die when your precious husband shot me because of you? Huh?”Fear overcame me. This was his revenge. How could I have thought that a man like Roberto would let me go Scot free?Feigning bravery, I raised my chin and pinned him with a steady gaze. “If I’m the one you want, then let my friend go.”Roberto chuckled darkly.“You must think this is some sort of mistake,” he said, his eyes glancing between the both of us. “I knew exactly what I wanted—the two of you—and that’s what I got.”His eyes glint
CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREEARIAMy eyes snapped open, revealing the dark, musty room I was in. My head was pounding, as if someone had hit me with a brick. At some point during the car drive, the men in masks had placed something over my nose, knocking me unconscious. The air in the room was thick with the smell of dampness and decay, churning my stomach. Panic gripped me as I tried to move, only to find my wrists chained to the cold, hard floor. ‘No..not again,’ I thought as tears burned at the corners of my eyes.My heart raced, pounding in my ears like a war drum. And that was when I remembered Isa had been captured with me. “Isa!” I called out, my voice trembling.From the shadows, I heard her soft but steady voice. “I’m here, Aria. I’m awake.”I blinked, trying to adjust to the dim light. My eyes finally focused on my best friend a few feet away; her own hands were also bound. Relief washed over me. She was alive. But it quickly turned to guilt. Tears spilled down my cheeks as the w
CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWOARIAThe morning sun streamed through the windows of Isa’s studio apartment, casting a warm glow over our packed bags lined neatly by the door. I felt an exhilarating rush in my veins. I didn’t know I was still capable of having such emotions. Isa’s father, a tall man with salt-and-pepper hair, directed his drivers to load our luggage into the sleek black sedan. Isa’s father was the CEO of a prominent Italian oil conglomerate, a man who had navigated the complexities of the corporate world in such a dangerous city. Despite his cold and intimidating exterior, there was a tenderness in his eyes as he prepared to send off his daughter.“I can take you to the airport myself,” he said, his voice deep and authoritative as he glanced at Isa, who stood beside me.Chuckling, she stepped forward to adjust his tie.“Dad, you have so much to do. You have a board meeting in an hour!” Isa replied, shaking her head with a mixture of affection and exasperation. “We’ll be fine wit