Again… what after Luciano? *** LUCIANO I was signing the papers for our alliance with the Callahans when my phone rang. A bartender from the local pub had said that my brother had gone unconscious at the bar. It was surprising, given the timing. Pietro was never a day drinker and he had never bee
LUCIANO When I came back, the cottage was empty, but then I noticed the flame flickering on the beach and the faint sounds of laughter. Lys had done it again—a party in my absence; despite knowing how much I disliked the few of the men she called friends in Maine. I had never assessed a curfew for
Lys hurried toward the barbeque station and tried to gather the boxes and I snapped, “Just leave them here. I’ll have Daeron clean this place up.” I extended a hand toward Rose and she took it. I hoisted her to her feet and asked, “You okay?” She nodded. “Tipsy.” The way I looped a hand around Ros
At the slightest graze of her teeth, a groan tore through the back of my throat. There was no arguing about how much she enjoyed this. Giving me a blowjob was a game for her because she held my cards in her hands. Her hands and mouth established a subtle rhythm as they worked on me—stroking and lick
“Are you hurt?” I asked, moving my arm under her head. Within moments, the room filled with her breathy laughter. “I’m convinced that we have some sort of magnetism toward floors.” I dropped my body to the ground and shook my head. “We end up making out on basically anything that’s not a mattress o
LUCIANO Just as I entered the club, everyone silenced and turned to me. The doors were not open to the public yet, given the time. The bass played a smooth swaying song while the cleaners worked on the dancing and sitting area. I made my way to the empty bar and looked around. The bouncer stormed
“I can’t,” she stepped back, shaking her head. “You can be with Pietro if you just tell me who you are and where you come from.” “Please, don’t make me.” A tear dripped down her cheeks, making me halt and blink at her. I had never seen her so fragile. “It could be traumatising for her to recall,
ROSALINE Everything about Terenzio was fancy and elegant. The way he looked, so uptight, in his plain white shirt, the sleeves folded to his elbow, and dark blue pants and black leather pointed boots. The restaurant we were at was fancier than the one Luciano had taken me to. I preferred the quiet