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