“That’s the artist,” Adonis said. “The questionable paintings are his.” I could only see a few matching his description. “The rest of his more discreet works are probably upstairs. Come on.” He jerked his head toward the artist. “Actually, you go on. I’d like to stay here and observe.” “Are you su
BELLA Adonis had already made a reservation at one of the most renowned restaurants in Brooklyn. It didn’t even surprise me. He was a man of power and probably owned this damned place, too. Who knew? The reserved area was like a single room for a romantic dinner for two. “What would you have?” Se
I looked down at the roll of tissues centring the table and admitted, “I read about the whole mishap in an article. But you’re the capo now and that will not change.” “Not until I die.” “Yes.” The idea of it made my heart ache. “So why haven’t you married and produced an heir? Is it because of tha
It was already a quarter past eleven when he parked in front of my apartment and let out a sharp exhale, his hands tightening around the steering wheel. No matter how much he tried to act, my questions affected a part of him. I opened the door and said, “I had an amazing time, Adonis. Thank you.”
ADONIS The hissing of the flames and splintering of the woods had never been something I’d noticed so keenly. Sitting at the fireplace in the study room, I couldn’t help but rewind the kiss I had shared with Abigail. That lit up an emotion in me that made me regret not holding her longer, not push
“If you care so much about David’s wishes and Mariella, maybe you should be the one to marry her,” I snapped. “I’m sure David won’t mind.” He snorted, “I want to keep enjoying my life a bit more, Adonis, so spare me. But, by all means, have your brother marry her. You know he needs to.” “Now that
A failure—that was what he meant. Anger fuelled in me and I rammed the handles again. Another of his finger split, blood painting my dark boots. Before I could speak again, the sound of something smashing against the floor echoed from the hall. I jerked my head to Dom, and he dashed out of the room
No answer. The room heated. The brunet extended his hand toward the cigar cabinet, only to grab a cleaver, its blade rectangle, broad and sharp. Before I could process anything, he slashed the blade over Uncle’s arm. Val jerked behind me, her hold on my shoulders tightening. Uncle’s shriek was lou