VincentI blew out smoke from my cigar as I strode into the warehouse to oversee the new diamonds that just came from England but the images of last night kept flashing in my mind. The girl, deliciously sprawled in my bed as I fucked her to oblivion.Was last night even a fuck or a blasted love making session? In my books, a fuck was rough, no feelings involved, no emotions, the only thing would be pleasure and once release was achieved, it was over, but why the heck did I spend all night, nuzzling that beautiful female in my arms, deflowering her softly, kissing her, then fucking her till the sun came up? The beautiful creature was as innocent as she was delicious. Her orgasms were the purest yet sexiest thing I'd ever seen, so much so I wanted to make her cum multiple times and sure as hell I did. I hadn't fucking used protection, knowing that it was her first time, I wanted her to feel pleasure in a raw and sweet way, I wanted to be joined with her in flesh, to feel her skin ag
RoccoI followed instructions, taking the girl back to Los Angeles. It took a while to convince her to go with me when she kept asking about Vince and how she wanted to talk to him. She eventually gave in and followed me back to LA. Instead of taking her back to his mansion, I took her to his penthouse instead. The girl was powerless, flinching at the sight of the gun strapped to my waist, it irritated me immensely but I no longer had any complaints about her being with Vincent, not after I've noticed him lay down his life for her.He cared for the girl, but he wouldn't admit it. That night he charged head on into Donatello's lair just to keep her safe, if that wasn't proof that the girl was more than just a passing obsession, I don't know what was. "Okay, you're going to have to stop being such a wimp about guns if you want to stick around. You like Vincent don't you?" I asked her with a measured gaze.She gazed at me from where she sat in the black sofa inside the LA penthouse li
ClaireOne evening, after trainings, I'd finished cooking dinner when I was suddenly startled by the doorbells ringing. No one was supposed to know I was here in Vincent's LA penthouse, at least that was what Rocco told me. Then who would have come?Rocco was out and he hadn't returned yet, but I knew he wouldn't be the one ringing the doorbell since he knew the password to entering the apartment.I hesitantly went to the door, looking through the small screen of the CCTV camera at the entrance. No one was standing outside. But someone had definitely rang the doorbell a while ago.I paced for a while contemplating if I should open the door or call Rocco first. After a while I decided to just open the door after grabbing the gun Rocco left with me. I typed in the lock password and the door opened, looking around, the hallway was empty and there was no one..."Surprise!" "Ah!" I shrieked jumping back slightly and ended up landing on my butt on the floor as a woman suddenly jumped in
ClaireRocco dove behind a sofa trying to find where the enemy was shooting from. It seemed the attack came from multiple angles crushing every window with the aim to kill whoever the bullets land on. Rocco tried to fight back against the invisible enemy but he ended up sustaining a bullet wound to the arm while Keira and I laid down flat on the ground."Claire! Take Keira to the training room. Remember the emergency exit, you both leave from there." Rocco suddenly said with his back against the sofa taking cover as he held onto his gun wound."What? But what about you?" I didn't like the idea of leaving him alone when the apartment was under a heavy attack."I'll stall for time. If I keep shooting back at them, they'll think their target is still here so they'll keep shooting at me and you both can escape.""And who is their target?" Keira yelled over the loud sounds of bullets."I'm not sure, but my best bet is Claire. Vince was right, once the underworld finds out he has someone h
Vincent I waited in my car in Rome till the private jet landed. It had been exactly two weeks, three days, and three nights since I'd last seen her. The morning after I'd taken her to bed when the sun rose, she'd fallen asleep in my arms. I'd stayed still, staring at her face for a long time. Perhaps I wanted to memorize every feature that made up her countenance, or perhaps I just stared because it brought me peace. She'd laid gloriously naked, covered by the sheets on my bed. Her every feminine curve grazing my body warmly. The image still gave me a painful hard on. I'd killed Donatello for her, but the fucking bastard had sent out news about her to the whole underworld, now everyone knew Morano had a woman who could be said to be his weakness. If I could resurrect the loser and have the pleasure of killing him all over again, I would. "Boss, they're here." One of my men informed and I stepped down from the car looking towards the open space of the runway.Rocco alighted helpin
ClaireI felt familiar arms hold me from behind. "I lost the person who cares about me the most."I'd seen Keira leaving a while ago. She didn't speak a word after last night, and immediately we'd arrived at the villa she had started a heated conversation with Vincent. I sighed and turned around to see his familiar rigid face holding an expression that almost betrayed how he felt, but the high tilt of his chin maintained his innate arrogance.His strong muscled upper body was bare and he was wearing black pants that hung from the narrow part of his waist, he was dripping with sweat from exertion. I raised my hand to his face comfortingly seeing the heavy toll his talk with Keira had taken on him. "I'm sure you haven't lost her, she is your sister, she is family, she may be upset with you but she certainly won't hate you for it. As a woman I know she needs time to process her emotions and come to terms with things, when she comes around you can talk to her again."His graceful lips
Vincent The small catch in her breath and the color that tinted her cheeks made it evident she was aware of what I meant bringing a sly grin to my face. "Out here?" "Yup, here." "But...but...but..." As she frantically thought up an excuse, my hands were already working on the strings that tied her bikini top to her back."Someone might come in here." With the slow trails of my hands on her lower back, her words sounded breathy. I knew if I touched the sweet folds between her legs, I'd find her deliciously wet for me. That thought brought in further anticipation that made my dick strain in my shorts. "No one will come in here. I already sent Rocco and everyone else away." "But..." "Shh." I traced a thumb over her lips to silence her, she watched me with those hypnotic eyes that made my dick rigid for her. "Relax." I instructed and she bit her lip, looked around shyly as if someone could be hiding behind the recliners. That brought a low chuckle out of me."No one's there Blue.
ClaireVincent left the villa two nights ago to handle a business matter. I'd felt alone and bored in his absence but this was the happiest I'd ever been in my life.It's astounding how the mention of the name Morano brought fear to everyone's hearts, but now that name made me smile. I sat inside the library in the villa reading through a history book of the old Moranos. The family had been around for almost a century maintaining fame, respect and fear. I wanted to know more about Vincent's family, so I spent an hour reading through their family history books. When my phone suddenly vibrated.Rodrigo was calling. I quickly picked up the phone happily."Claire Maria Santos, it's been over a week now since you told me you were on a work trip, why aren't you back yet?" Rodrigo's voice had always been deep but it now sounded deeper with an unignorable authority in his tone. Whenever he used my middle name, I always knew I was in trouble.I stuck out my tongue and muttered, "Sorry broth
Leanne Devin, 17 years old.The first day I saw him it felt like the skies looked bluer, a warm spring breeze blew bringing a pre-monsoon smell of earth.He'd come into our home along with my step brother's group of friends. I was familiar with Erik's friends and Rocco wasn't one of them."Lea, you know that bottle I hid in the basement last night? Go bring it up to my room and get five glasses along with it." Erik had ordered me.My step brother had been the kind of guy who classified himself as a bad boy. He got his first tattoo at sixteen and hid it from our parents. He would smoke secretly and try alcohol. When he was nineteen, he got tattoos all over his arms and no one could stop him. None of his friends had ever stood out to me, but the day Rocco came in with him, I'd felt my breath catch in my throat. His hair was longer than other guys, cut roughly around his neck. His eyes were a deep black, like when you looked into a deep dark well filled with hidden secrets, his eyes c
"Sorry for not taking your calls." She moaned as his finger sought the opening between her legs. Even through the fabric, his coarse finger made several sensations run through her body at that slight touch."You've said that..." He murmured. Suckling on her nipple while his finger teased the entrance of her pussy in exploration before sliding in making her gasp and arch."I'm still waiting to hear the rest." "I..." She couldn't focus on talking with what his tongue and fingers were doing to her body. He pulled out his wet finger and licked it clean, the action made her pussy throb and ache for him to be inside her. "I already said everything.""You said everything about yesterday, but you didn't say anything about today.""What did I do today?" His hands grabbed her thighs and pulled her lower on the bed her arms still held up by the cuffs around the bedframe.His face came down and his tongue teased a trail over her clit."Ah..." Her head was thrown back against the pillow as the
Claire and Vincent. Rome.Two years after marriage.There's a popular saying that as time goes by, a husband begins to get tired of his wife, but why was it that no matter what she did, Vincent never seemed to get tired of being around her?Yesterday, he'd been laying next to her lounged near the pool when Rocco and his men rushed in to alert him of a crisis. Even after Rocco had stressed how important the situation was, he hadn't even moved an inch away from her until she'd pushed him to leave. He'd made her promise to wait for him to come back later that night, but Keira suddenly called and asked Claire to come help her with something at her restaurant. She ended up staying there all night helping Keira redecorate the new branch of her restaurant without knowing she'd missed calls and texts from her husband. The next morning she'd woken up to find his angry face staring at her. Eventually he'd called Keira and found out she was there."Do you even know how worried I was? I was goi
Rodrigo I'd just gotten off a call with my sister when Mario barged into my office, eyes wide as if he'd seen a ghost."What is it?""Boss, there's..." Before Mario could finish speaking someone appeared behind him, this person's appearance made my heart come to a complete stop.Keira Morano.The weight of hate, heavily borne on my shoulders for years made my shoulders sag.What was it all for? All that hate, all the anger, the bloodshed. Claire had been right, we did nothing wrong. Our parents were the true villains of our story.Slowly, one step at a time, I approached her. With each step I took closer, a painful tear slid down her face reminding me of how much my heart always ached everytime I'd see her cry. I felt something hard lodge in my throat, emotions from years of suppressing them.I stopped in front of her and put a smile on my face. "Hi, I'm Rodrigo Santos, you must have known me as Black in the past, but someone I know recently told me that the past doesn't matter, a
ClaireHe left the room and slammed the door harshly behind him again.Without giving me a single chance to speak, he was suddenly leaving me there. I jumped off the bed and rushed out the door after him making sure I tied the plain sheets securely around my chest. If he thought I was going to let him go after I'd clearly seen in his eyes that he hadn't forgotten me, he was absolutely wrong.But little did I expect that the minute I'd run down the stairs, I'd meet a crowd of people waiting in the entrance hall.They all turned to look at me and I found myself stumped and mortified at my appearance. Heat rushed up my cheeks and I tightened my grip around the sheets around me.Vincent was standing in the middle of it all.Clothing racks holding different, magical looking white dresses, each of a different style and design. Makeup artists holding their kits like weapons looking ready to attack. A band of people carrying bouquets of flowers outside. Why did this look like a wedding v
Keira: That day... was my worst nightmare.Rodrigo: That day... was the most painful.***The vast Morano mansion opened it's gates to a stranger, the Morano's worst enemies. That morning, Enzo Morano told Keira to go pick up her brother from the airport since he was returning from boarding school, little did she know that the amount of time she was away, was enough for her father to carry out his plans.Rodrigo's eyes narrowed as they stepped into the mansion.He noticed the servants lurking around the hallways with sinister looks in their eyes. Deep inside he didn't fully trust Enzo Morano, but he trusted his heart and he trusted Keira, she would never betray him. "Enzo Morano, long time no see." Draco addressed the mighty man sitting in a sofa as they entered the living room."Draco Santos, welcome to my home." The two men who have met countless times in opposing fights stared each other down. After years of enmity they were finally meeting for peace, at least that was what Dra
Keira Morano That day, I'd aimed my gun right to his heart. I was trained with guns from a very young age, I never once missed an aim, but on that fateful day, even as I saw my father's corpse lying on the floor in the pool of his own blood, when I raised my gun to Rodrigo's heart, my hands refused to pull the trigger.This man had killed my father, but before my hand pressed the trigger, I diverted my aim away from his heart and shot a harmless side of his chest.That was how much I loved him.He killed my father, but I couldn't bear to kill him. Our love started in deceit, and ended in bloodshed but even after ten years, he still holds an important place in my heart. I'll forever live with the guilt of loving the man who murdered my father.But history had proven to repeat itself.Everyday I watched my brother suffer, I didn't expect that one day when I opened the door, I'd see her standing there. The very girl who broke his heart. It was very late at night, and Vincent had gotte
Vincent "Vince, she's gone. I just received a report that their flight already left for Spain an hour ago." Rocco's voice was an echo in my ear until I heard him mention the fact that she's gone.Her brother took her away.I downed the whiskey sitting in my glass feeling the familiar burn down my throat."Vince..." Rocco placed a hand on my shoulder but I shrugged it off with a smile that didn't reach my eyes."I'm fine." I muttered pouring myself another glassful of alcohol.Everyone says alcohol is capable of numbing your feelings and making your pain feel non-existent. But it did nothing to take away the chains of hell that have wrapped themselves around my heart. "You need to stop drinking, even a fish would have drowned by now with how much alcohol you consumed."Recalling something, I threw my head back and laughed."Do you know what that woman said to me a few days ago?" Rocco snatched the glass out of my hand but I was more interested in telling him what I just remembered.
Present DayClaireI found myself in a far away world, a world I once knew but my mind drowned the memories away to the back of my mind.This world was one where men holding guns surrounded me. Rodrigo had done everything to protect me, but in the end a burly man with eyes as scary as a nightmare had taken me. "Relinquish the treasure. Give up your position as Mafia king, and maybe I'll let the little girl live. Otherwise, she dies!" I had been so scared, I was locked up in a dark room, all I could hear were voices from the man who'd taken me making demands. Days passed like wind and I'd almost died in that dark room where a seven year old's nightmare came alive until my brother showed up."You're safe now sunshine. You're safe." From that moment on Rodrigo never took his eyes off me, and it was from that moment on, people stopped calling Rodrigo by the title El Jefe, (The Boss) and he stopped wearing the blood red ring I once used to see on my father's finger.Memories of my lif