Immediately we landed, Bojana sent her suitcase to the hotel and went on another trip to a friend’s house. She had informed me earlier, so I was fazed when she branched out at the airport. She was so cold towards us, but I understood her and I didn’t want to disturb her. I wanted her to reach out to me after forgiving me herself.“The bags will find their way to the hotel. Let’s go for dinner”, I motioned to her, and we went to the reserved restaurant in another car. I have never left my work for personal reasons. Even on vacations, I still work because there are no resting days for a mafia, especially for a boss. I had to be on alert every time, so I didn’t lose my men and my territory. We had all she wanted before we went back to the hotel, and she opted out for some fresh air round the lake while I quickly went to attend to something. One of the men hinted to me about the move from the other gangs concerning the shooting that occurred in our recent meeting, so I had to attend to
|Irena|I was gradually letting go of my reality and falling deeper into the world of Rocco's, but I didn’t mind anymore; actually, I couldn’t. I found myself trapped in his net, and strangely, I love it. The kiss on the plane got me swooning hard. It felt like I did something wrong but also right. He must have been waiting to claim my lips because he didn’t hesitate when we got to the bathroom. He kept smashing my body against the plane’s bathroom while guarding me from getting hurt. His hands were everywhere.The scene kept playing in my head over and over, even as I had dinner with him. I couldn’t stop staring at him. He must have noticed but kept quiet to make me comfortable. It was something he was capable of. Reading emotions and thoughts was like a piece of cake for him. “Do I have something on my face? You keep staring at me for a while,” I blushed as we stepped down from the car in front of the hotel“I realized that the more I look at you, the more I realize that I made a m
All I saw before I collapsed again was Rocco motioning to his men to chase the man who was already several meters ahead of them. My eyes flew open at midnight to see his huge frame pacing the room before he slowly settled in front of the window with his hands in the pocket of his brown pants. I could see the sides of his brows raised in anger. He was lost in thought, obviously. His intense gaze pierced through the shiny city. Many things must have been going on in his mind. He must have had so many questions he needed answers to. For a tiny second, the thought of sleeping again so I wouldn’t interrupt him crossed my mind, but I also figured out that waking up would be the priority on his mind. I needed to take that off his mind, at least, so I gathered the strength to stand to my feet. My legs were wobbly when I stood upon them, but I managed to take a brave step, and I was able to walk well to his side. He was really lost in thought because he didn’t know that I was at his back
“Hey! Over here!” the voice called out as Bojana stepped into the garden.It was her friend of several years, Ashley. They had met on the street of Italy when they were kids and became very good friends before she suddenly relocated to Germany after two years. Their encounter was a funny one.Bojana was running away from home that evening after her drunk father suddenly barged into her room and demanded that she cook a food she couldn’t obviously make. She was still trying to persuade him that she couldn’t cook that certain dish yet when he descended on her. He designed her face and body with heavy blows that were too much for a kid.It was not the first time but Bojana was pushed to the extreme that day. She couldn’t take it anymore. Immediately she dashed out of the house, she headed for the gas house with an empty keg. She had trekked all the thirty minutes distance before she realized that she didn’t take any money with her.Going back home without the gas was a no for her. She wo
|Rocco|I had the feeling that my visit to Denmark would be bloody, but I didn’t want to let Irena down, and there was nothing to be afraid of actually. I have always lived my life in fear of getting killed or killing them before that.Although I rarely shoot anyone to the point of death because my father taught me how to take them down without making them lifeless.“Just because you are a mafia doesn’t give you the license to kill every fly and ant,” he had said to me when we started training.I developed my method of weighing their punishments according to their offenses. Also, I never forget the real reason why I became a mafia in the first place.I had an honest talk with Bojana, who assured me that there was nothing to be afraid of since we were just going there to chill for a few days. I never knew something like that would happen.The doctor gave the report of the pool water being spiked with Veridium, which is a very poisonous and tricky element because it is odorless and colo
That was it! The approval I had been waiting for. I never needed approval for anything in my life because I had the power, but with her, it was a must. I had to wait for her to be ready, even though it was torture, but it was a sacrifice I had to wait for. She had so many things on her table to take care of, and I wouldn’t want to be selfish and get her distracted.I was also running my own background checks to see if there was anything I could find out concerning her mother’s case. I didn’t want it to be a relationship based on deals; I wanted to put a genuine smile on her face.“Are you sure? I do not want to hurt you or make you feel forced. I understand that you might be feeling bad, but if you don’t want to do this…”She met my lips halfway with hers and shut me up instantly. Her lips were mashing with mine aggressively as I struggled to keep the towel off my shoulder.“Shhh! Just fuck my brains out!” Her voice wasn’t sexy or tiny; it was raspy with lust.Her eyes were begging fo
|Irena|Everything about us has changed ever since that night. It felt like the wall between us was broken with the hot moment we had. I had wanted to go all the way, but we ended up talking about everything else, so we couldn’t continue.We flew back to Italy, and life got busy again. He had to catch up with all the work he had left during the trip. Martins did a good job keeping the guys together in his absence. Rocco was rarely home, sometimes he would go out for three or four days before coming back. He fired me from being his consigliere for the main time so I could focus on my mother’s case, and I understood his point.That morning, he had just gone out for a meeting out of town and told me that he would be going to Jamaica from there because he had an avoidable assignment. I got a call from Paul, who told me that he had another update concerning my case.Martins and Bojana already went with Rocco, and I didn’t feel comfortable walking with his guards, so I just told them to sta
|Rocco|I had so many crazy tasks to carry out when I came back from Denmark. There were so many documents pending my approval. Although Martins did a good job in coordinating some meetings and sealing some deals, my approvals were still needed for finalizing some of the deals.I had just finished a midnight meeting with Bojana that morning and was heading home when I sensed that I was being followed.“I think you should turn left at the next intersection,” I instructed, and my driver didn’t argue.After a while, I confirmed that we were being followed truly and instructed my driver to make a turn again. I kept directing him to several places and Bojana didn’t say anything to counter me; she only loaded her pistol in silence.“Those dead rats surely know how to step on one’s toes. I can’t believe someone will be so unfortunate to cross me in this terrible mood! They are done for,” she muttered under her breath after loading her gun and glancing into the side mirror.“Enter the next st