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
“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