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
“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
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
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
“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