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.”
“You’d be surprised,” I drawled. “Letting someone know of all the things you want to do to them is not the wisest way. Rather, you should be able to let the anticipation build. You should let the person feel what they want to, let it magnify.” His smirk slowly disappeared. “Just like I did with you.
LUCIANO I looked at Pietro from my peripheral vision as he paced back and forth on one side of the room. Rione stood beside my couch, keeping a straight and strong stature, most probably to show his father his worth, but it would not be this easy for a man like Karel to let go of the supervision he
“You’re using Ros to take revenge on our Capo? Is that it?” The more he questioned, the bigger the urge to shove his dick into his mouth got. As I unzipped his pants, he added, “You plucked Cosa Nostra’s forbidden fruit, because our Capo hurt your pride by fucking your woman and giving her the pleas
ROSALINE The ache in my chest was too deep to bear. I could not smile, speak, or even act as if everything was okay when nothing was. Mama and Antoine did not question me, even though they had felt something was wrong. I had not gone to Maine, as I should have on Friday. Mama had tried to ask me a
“Did your friend delete the pictures?” he asked, and that pulled me out of the reverie. My body stiffened, and I gave a slight nod. “Cole cleared his drive, and your rat brought me his pen drives and laptop. I burned them.” “Good,” he murmured against my skin, heating the spot with his breath, the
“Luciano?” I called when he was about to step out. “Ci vediamo.” He smiled. “Presto,” he said softly and walked out. As the door closed, I wanted to melt to the floor, and cry because the Rosaline Guerra standing in the room right now was a fucking disaster. The thought of the images going out sca
ROSALINE I stood from the table and walked toward the window beside the fireplace. Bella knew. That was a disaster. Just when I had thought things would get better, everything was ruined. She would tell Adonis. Adonis would tell my brother and eventually, the news would go to Fabiola, who would ha
“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