CASTELLO DI CARTE MAFIA CHRONICLES, BOOK 2 [Also known as POSSESSION: THE GAME OF CLUBS] đđđđđđđđ What is worse than being forced to marry a man youâve never even met? Drinking with a man whoâs off-limits and sleeping with him to prove a point. After one drunken mistake, I swore to never entertain him again. But the next time we met, things did not go as expected. He was the enemy, one I should've known better than to involve myself with, but I couldnât resist his unbreakable allure. was not the only reason. It was the way he softly whispered sweet words into my ears and the way he held me. It was the intensity with which he looked at me and made me feel desired. There was one tiny problem. His marriage was in four months. To the woman who called me her friend. đđđđđđđ They say thereâs pleasure in tasting the things you cannot have. Forbidden has its own mind when deep-rooted inside someone. I never knew the depth of these words until I saw her. She was the brightest pink rose in a sea full of white ones. She was covered in thorns, a boundary only I dared to cross because I had nothing to lose. Only, she wasnât mine, nor I, hers. Every moment we spent together reminded us of the reality meant for us. Some sacrifices are made for the greater good, but what good comes from leaving behind the one thing you never had and have finally found? She surrendered herself to me. Until the end of our agreement. So what if one of us wanted more in the end? What if the one was me?
View MoreâThank fuck, youâre here,â Pietro sounded. âShe didnât take an epidural or whatever the fuck that is.â âWhat?â Rose had told me about it, how it could reduce the pain. But if she had not taken itâ A loud cry sounded from the other side of the door, and my breath hitched. âLuciano, you need to go
LUCIANO âHave our men withdrawn from New York?â I asked, scrolling through the articles on my laptop. âItâs been eight fucking months since the break.â The inactivity in the east and west, both Cosa Nostra and Outfit, had been very nerve-wracking. Since the dramatic outbreak between Belle and Adon
I smiled. âWhat do you plan?ââDo you have any plans?ââNothing big, but I was hoping to buy a country house.â Her smile lit up. âI mean, we certainly canât raise this kid and our future children in a penthouse. They need a proper environment, sizeable space to run around.ââOur future children? How
Luciano was at the altar, his hands behind his back, his curly, dirty-blond hair pushed back, and behind him was Pietro, dressed in a tuxedo, since he was the best man along with Rione, and Lys and Sabina were the bridesmaids.I met Lucianoâs stare and every thought I had left my mind. Even with all
ROSALINEI was not sure why I was doing this. What I knew was my attempts would go in vain and I would be shattered yet again, but I had to try one last time. I had to call Dom.Standing in front of the long mirrorâdressed in an off-shoulder sheath-wedding gown with netted sleeves and hair properly
âEven my extra weight?ââYeah, even my childâs weight.â Smirking, he added, âI liked you with the pink hair. What else could you possibly want?ââOkay, my pink hair wasnât that bad.â***âThereâs a tradition we should talk about,â Luciano said, coming out of the washroom in nothing but a towel wrapp
My eyes widened. âShit! That was you?ââDo I look that different now?â he asked with his head tilted to the side.âWe were in the garden with very low-quality lighting. I did not see your face properly. You were alone, and I thought of keeping you company.ââBy asking me to fetch you a drink?âI nar
ROSALINE[SIX MONTHS LATER]I doubted I would ever stay in the studio apartment, except for when I was working. The good thing about this place was it was right above my own office for wedding planning and coordination. After months of research, I was finally into it. Besides, I enjoyed planning the
âI hate it when you try to be one.âSoft laughter tore out of his throat and I licked his bottom lip. His mouth parted immediately but I had other plans. Drawing my face close to his cheeks, I kissed him and then traced my tongue down the stubble to his jawline.He closed his eyes and released a sha
ROSALINE Doomsday comes unannouncedâthat was something I believed in. Well, in my case, doomsday had a face and a herald with whom I shared blood. My brother stood at the entrance of the banquet, talking to a tall man with dark hair and a tall stature. I knew who it was. Terenzio De Vitto. I had t...
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