BELLA I sat on the bed next to Alessia’s sleeping body, and for the first time, saw her as who she was—Adonis’s daughter. I had been trying not to compare their features since the moment I had seen Zia and his picture, but I couldn’t force myself to do it anymore. Black hair, pink lips, a slightly
Skyfall was all I had known for the past eight years. Some might think I would have some kind of pull to it. I had that pull before I’d learned what it did in the name of making things right. “Cool.” “Do you want to talk about it?” Matteo’s question pulled my attention back to him. “About what?”
ADONIS “I had my people contact every supposed agent they could to tell them about the company disbanding. Neither of them sounded too sad about it,” I told Matteo as he settled into my office. It was surprising to not see his cousin or any of his men around. I had sent Dom away as he had asked. “I
I let the video play and sat back. The surveillance camera was in one corner of the room, considering the angle of the video. Three days before my initiation, the date and time below showed. He had shot the footage beforehand. Elias had waited for me to decline the initiation before he had attempted
Elias’s jaw tightened, but he ignored her. He hauled my sister to the bed and growled, “Strip!” “She won’t strip.” Zia rushed next to them and jerked Elias’s hands off of Amara. Elias closed his eyes and breathed, “Perhaps I wasn’t clear enough.” Glaring at Zia and Amara, he admitted, “I will do a
BELLA “Mama?” Alessia’s voice echoed down the stairs and I peeked out of the kitchen, only to catch her hastening down the stairs. “Careful,” I voiced and placed the plate with toast and jam on the island. Alessia’s thudding steps sounded and the next thing I knew, she had her arms wrapped around
“You’re doing well around him,” I said, taking a seat on the couch. She finally looked at me with her brows arched. “Why wouldn’t I do well around him?” I lifted my shoulders. “Because he’s not doing well around you?” Her head twisted. She didn’t enjoy discussing the matter, and as much as I resp
"I don't think so." "Bells,” Matteo pressed, sounding quite persistent. I couldn’t help but guess what the matter could’ve been. Bella sighed. "Fine! I'll be far away and listening." She hadn’t joked about being far away as she took a seat by the steps of the stairs. As soon as Matteo’s eyes met