Phoebe meant a lot to Adonis, not only because she was his half-cousin, but also because she carried his mother’s name, which brought some sense of responsibility from Adonis’s side. “He won’t hurt her,” I urged, looking Luciano in the eyes, but he did not look like he would listen. “Just let us go
LUCIANO I was not ready for another drama, but there was no way around this. The more I dallied, the more trouble was bound to come my way. My heart palpitated as Pietro parked the car in front of Pa’s mansion, the very one I loathed coming to, unless necessary. I turned to Rose, sleeping peaceful
Her chest rose and fell as she gathered herself. I knew she could do it. She could face my father and show him she was not a puppet as I had been for years. With her beside me, I could do the one thing I had wanted to do for a long time, but could not out of my fucked up sense of duty. As we entere
“Yeah, he did his best to turn me against Benito,” Pietro said, pulling Ma away from Pa and standing between them. “Karel sent money to Sabina to stay away from me, making it seem like Benito did it. Pa and his minion almost had me tricked.” “Maybe two points for the effort,” I chimed in, laughing.
ROSALINELuciano’s room was plain and clean, which somehow matched the suit and tuxedo version of him. The cottage defined the other side of him, the printed shirts and boxers and slippers version. I loved the latter more. The carefree and funny side had made me fall in love with him.There was a be
“I’m a fucked up man,” he reasoned. “It bloody takes me a lot of time to realise my mistakes.”“What made you realise your mistake?”“I realised it a long time ago. I just did not want to admit it… I didn't want to admit what an asshole I am.” His hands reached out to hold me, but I stepped back. He
ROSALINELuciano had been around little since we came to his penthouse four days ago. With two broken alliances and two new ones, things in ‘Ndrangheta had been difficult for him.It had been worse for me. I had no idea how things worked here, and even the slightest movement seemed strange. The few
“You’re worse than Ma is when she complains about someone messing up her Chinese crockery.”“It’s porcelain, and everyone should know how to arrange the plates and glasses in a dishwasher, you idiot. Who raised you?”“Not you, apparently, you whiny little piece of shit.”“Maybe I should shove your h