BELLA “I’m willing to die for Mama Helena’s lasagna and gnocchi any day,” Val said, licking her spoon. Mamma gave patted her on the back, flattered by her comment, but then pinched her arm, making her squeal. Both Zia and I saw that coming from miles away. We laughed. “No one talks about dying in and around this house,” Mamma scolded. “And for you girls, never utter those sinful words.” As if we lived in a sinless world. I rolled my eyes. Val gave an apologetic smile and sipped from her glass of coke. “We wouldn’t need to say it out loud because the amount of fat in these would literally kill us one day.” Zia scoffed, grabbing a bite of lasagna, and then pushed her palms out, seeing Mamma take a step in her direction. “Mamma, I’m just joking.” “Why do you eat it when you have to complain?” “It’s not like I can puke everything out now.” “Then stop puking stupid words.” Val and I could barely contain our laughter, the sounds, which according to my Mamma, were too unladylike, but
BELLA Adonis was outside the apartment, one hand on his hips and the other pressing his cell to his ears. His back was turned to me. The way his shoulder heaved, it didn’t look like he was in a good mood, yet he’d sounded so ecstatic through the phone. I stopped behind him and watched—admired—his broad back and waited for him to get off his phone. “I said leave him to me. Which part of it do you not fucking understand?” he growled. His voice oozed of such dominance and control. Superiority. “I’ll take care of him myself.” He disconnected the call and mumbled, “Fucking morons.” “Hey.” He twisted his head in my direction, striding his cell into his pocket. “I don’t have any pockets today. Can you—” He nodded, took my phone and put it inside his pocket. We began walking, taking slow steps. Something about him has changed since his call. I wanted to ask, but that didn’t seem like a good idea. Even though he was a quiz, I desperately needed to crack to get out of this alive. We reache
BELLA “I work out here?” She puckered her lips. “Now that you have guests, you forget about me?” I looked at Adonis, impatient to know who this woman was. From my experience, women were a lot smarter than men. Men often thought with their dicks, but a woman... could sense another’s spur with their sixth sense, even from a long distance. “This is Ros,” Adonis introduced. “Rosaline Guerra, my consigliere’s sister. And Ros, this is Abi.” I returned her stare. Domenico Guerra has a sister? Coming to think of it, she looked familiar—eyes in the lightest shade of brown, the small nose, thin lips and blonde hair. But I had looked into Domenico’s information carefully and there had been no mention of Rosaline. “A consigliere means—” “I know what a consigliere means,” I cut in before Ros could complete, which made her narrow her eyes at me. Turning to Adonis, I said, “Do you mind if I go ahead?” He nodded. Adonis’s presence was bothersome, but I knew I could take it—unto a certain level—
ADONIS I could measure a person’s desire and fear with just one look at their faces and sometimes from their voices or the way their pupils dilated. It was a talent I had nurtured with time. And Abigail? She wanted me, just as much as I wanted her. It was good knowing I wasn’t the only one trapped in the reverie, the desperation. There was denial in her, which was perhaps because of who I was, but that resolve wouldn’t last long. It took all my will to behave, to not whirl her around, push her against the wall and kiss every delicious inch of her body. It took all my will to give up the urge to hear her moan my name. Ros’s presence had to be the reason for my restraints. And I could very well say it was Dom’s doing. That asshole! I wasn’t the only one my men were loyal to. Dom, being the consigliere, was him having the second command in my empire. The news about Abigail coming to the gym had travelled back to that dick faster than I had imagined. But it was still a surprise that
ADONIS I couldn’t figure out what was going on inside Ros’s head, but she looked both taken aback and a bit enraged at the same time, probably because she had a habit of intimidating others. “If you think of hurting so much as a hair on his head, you’ll suffer in ways your useless brain can’t even fathom.” The threatening tone in Ros’s voice made me boil with rage. I had never been this angry at her. “And if he gets hurt, my mouth won’t be the only thing doing the talking.” Okay, that was it. Before I could but in, Abigail stood up on her feet, and edged the distance between her and Ros. There was a different type of fire in Abigail’s eyes. It was as if she had lost control of a side she preferred to keep hidden behind her calm persona. “And just so you know, if you ever threaten me again, your mouth will be the only thing left to do the talking.” Ros’s lips twitched, and she finally gave in with a burst of breathy laughter. Turning to me, she stated, “I like her. At least, she is
ADONIS The conversation I’d had with James flashed at the back of my mind. “James Nguyen. Born and brought up in Atlanta. Father, a gigolo. Mother, an old tramp who gave birth to you at fifty and your sister at fifty-six. A very tough age to have a pregnancy, no?” I could see the shock painted on his face and continued, “Your sister is an addict who consumes drugs like food from the money you earn or... by blowing strangers off in their fancy cars. Am I right?” “Yes, obviously my life isn’t as shiny as everyone present in this room,” James said, his throat bobbing and voice filled with envy. Envy was a weak motivator. But greed; he needed that. “Your life can be shiny as well.” I gestured for a soldier to pull him up to his feet. “You realise we’ll kill you, don’t you?” He didn’t speak and looked down at his feet. “But what if I were to offer you a way out of this mess?” His eyes quickly shot up, and he waited. “There’s a catch, of course. If you pass this mission, you’ll be one o
BELLA Adonis had texted me saying he wouldn’t be at the gym today, but he had given me a green signal: However, the gym will be at your disposal and Ros will be there. That wasn’t the green signal I had hoped for. But fuck! As sly as Ros seemed, she was probably rooting for me to not show up. That
“You’re not fighting back,” she chided. “I’m sorry. I’m not that experienced.” “Bullshit!” She looked offended. “I know you’re holding back.” I tried to lighten the mood with a disturbing snort, but it didn’t falter her. “You might get hurt if I fight back, Ros. I don’t want to hurt you... or pis