“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
“I did not know that.” My shock was entirely genuine. “So just because you didn’t marry at their will, they named you...” “The designated slut of the Vitale Crime Family.” I was about to say 'a spinster', but this was worse. I truly felt bad for her, because I was twenty-six, two years older than
ADONISI watched Abigail, sitting under a tree with her laptop on her lap and eyes stuck to the screen. It looked like she was lost deep in whatever she was reading. That was until a guy walked over to her. A guy in a blue-green jersey and shorts who was around her age.Abigail looked up at him and
That didn’t calm the flame in me. I wanted Abigail and was pretty sure would burn anyone who touched her before me. “Wow, you’re a wicked woman.”“What? I can’t have random guys call me all the time. And just look at him.” I really didn’t want to, so I turned my head to look at her while her focus r
BELLA Thankfully, the scolding session had ended two minutes ago. I couldn’t take any more of the weird stances from the waiters and waitresses while Valery fried my brains out in Italian. Last time, she had only quieted down because Cole had been there, but with only the two of us in this fancy re
“Elias Morello was in the Mafia,” I said, more to make myself believe it. Val nodded. “Not only that, but he was in the same circle as Adonis and Domenico.” “That makes no sense. Adonis has practically been turning Elias’s life into hell. How could they be friends?” “They were friends.” Val took
ADONIS A firm hold wrapped around me as soon as I entered Trentino’s mansion in the Californian suburbs. There was no mistaking that the petite figure hugging me was Savana Vitale, David’s elder one. Well, the eldest child, with Carlos gone. I rubbed her back and hit the top of her head with my chi
“You always do.” He regarded me, probably trying to read into my looks, my expressions, which he should’ve known by now was a losing game. “When Domenico extended his word, I knew it was something urgent, and I’d already expected to receive no pleasantries.” Thanks to Dom. He cut straight to the to