I glanced down at my shirt and scoffed. “I’m human, Rose. Suits and blazers and tuxedos are all for work and official meetings.” “Okay, now please do your job,” she commanded. I leaned toward her glistening slit and made a shallow lick with my tongue, her sweet and equally spicy taste sending bloo
Our bodies were covered in sweat at the friction of them. “You want me to go faster?” She nodded at my words and I increased the pace of my thrusts. “Like this.” She could not speak and twisted her head around to steal a look at my face. Instead, the look on hers made my stomach tighten. No one ha
ROSALINE Terenzio was outside the gym to pick me up. A part of me did not want to go, fearful of what he might have to say, but I had to give him a chance to explain himself, only for Dom’s sake. My brother would never choose a man who would think of me as any less important, even if he were the la
“How far are we?” “Five minutes,” Terenzio murmured. I twisted my head to the back to watch the car, but relief washed over me, seeing the chasers far behind. “Dom, they’ve slowed down,” I said into the phone. In seconds, it disappeared into one of the blocks. I examined the road ahead and the tur
ROSALINE Paulina held my phone, her eyes focused on the screen while I sat in one corner of her room, biting into my cubicle. It had been three days since I had received the pictures, and every time Dom’s phone had chimed, my heart raced. I could not live like this anymore—with fear snaking around
If these photographs spread, I would be the one in trouble, whereas he would be the man who, as I guessed everyone would say, had plucked one of the forbidden apples of Cosa Nostra. *** LUCIANO Everything had been falling in order. The alliance with the Callahans was to be signed in a week or two
“He said he’s already on it.” “Does he know?” “No. He didn’t ask much about what he’s blackmailing me with, which is good.” There was relief in her voice. “He understood it was something private, which was why I was being blackmailed for it. I just gave him the number.” “Good. I’ll send him a goo
LUCIANO “Did you find out who sent the money to her?” I asked Rione, and he shook his head in disappointment. “I tried, but there is no street footage of anyone entering or leaving our bar. Whoever it was came prepared. He walked in at the hour of closing and on the day Sabina was working alone.”
“Thank fuck, you’re here,” Pietro sounded. “She didn’t take an epidural or whatever the fuck that is.” “What?” Rose had told me about it, how it could reduce the pain. But if she had not taken it— A loud cry sounded from the other side of the door, and my breath hitched. “Luciano, you need to go
LUCIANO “Have our men withdrawn from New York?” I asked, scrolling through the articles on my laptop. “It’s been eight fucking months since the break.” 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. “What do you plan?”“Do you have any plans?”“Nothing big, but I was hoping to buy a country house.” Her smile lit up. “I mean, we certainly can’t raise this kid and our future children in a penthouse. They need a proper environment, sizeable space to run around.”“Our 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 Luciano’s 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 mirror—dressed in an off-shoulder sheath-wedding gown with netted sleeves and hair properly
“Even my extra weight?”“Yeah, even my child’s weight.” Smirking, he added, “I liked you with the pink hair. What else could you possibly want?”“Okay, my pink hair wasn’t that bad.”***“There’s a tradition we should talk about,” Luciano said, coming out of the washroom in nothing but a towel wrapp
My eyes widened. “Shit! That was you?”“Do I look that different now?” he asked with his head tilted to the side.“We 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.”“By asking me to fetch you a drink?”I 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
“I hate it when you try to be one.”Soft 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