Val, who was the elegant one of us today, took a small sip from the can of beer she had left untouched till now, while Ros remained still with her hands folded. Val nodded and said, “You both know my story, so I’m not saying it out loud.” “I don’t know the story,” Ros protested, “so spill.” Val l
ADONIS I should’ve returned earlier, considering it was way past midnight and my wedding was the day after tomorrow. Things were about to get wild, since I had returned Durant sliced in tiny pieces and wrapped in a fucking gift box. Parking my car in the driveway, I stepped into the house as quiet
“By Morello. He was David’s bastard, the eldest, but not a good fit for a capo.” “It must have been hard for you.” Her brows creased as she waited for me to answer. I only stared at her blankly. “Dealing with your mother’s death as a child, being thrown into a world like this and taking up a positi
ADONIS It was 3:30 a.m. on the clock when a knock landed on my door. The conversation I had with Helena Rossi had been clouding my mind. I had opened up because I was grateful to her for caring for my daughter, and for understanding me and my work. We had talked until Bella, Ros and Valery arrived
“Voyeurism?” she mused. “I didn’t know you had this kinky side.” “You don't know a lot of things about me. Get on the bed,” I commanded, and she obeyed. She lifted her nightgown over her hips and lay on the mattress, loosening her bun and scattering her locks on the sheet. She met my gaze from bet
BELLA Mamma peered out of the room once again, forcing me, Ros and Val to press our brows in concern. She had been anxious since the morning, and seemed like she was searching for something valuable. “Mamma, have you lost something?” I asked, arching a brow. She turned back to us and answered, “N
I smiled and wrapped my hand around his arm. “Mamma’s right. And I’m glad you’re walking me down the aisle.” “I’m glad too.” He squeezed my hands. With a knock, Val entered the room with Cole and another man. The hot professor. Cole stormed toward me and hugged me, ignoring Matteo’s death glare.
ADONIS Alessia walked down the aisle, looking so angelic and divine. At only eight, she was beautiful. Possessiveness filled me. I didn’t like the people looking at her, talking about her, neither the men, nor the women. I wanted to shield her from the world until I was absolutely certain she was r