Two ruthless men wrapped around her finger tips. A love that threatens to burn all. Camellia Moretti was born into a Mafia family where duty superceded anything. When she turned Eighteen, her Father arranged a marriage for her with the cruelest Mafia Lord, Alejandro Ricci. But Camellia refuses to marry him, running away from him to seek refuge with the world wide famous assassin, Mateo Greco. But what happens when she becomes trapped in a love triangle between the two dangerous men, who are more than willing to set the world ablaze for her? *** Alejandro Ricci is the sole heir of the Requiem, he was raised to be as brutal as possible. Dangerous, ruthless, possessive, and obsessive. He always goes for what he wants, which happens to be just her. Mateo Greco is known as a ghost. He is the best assassin in the whole of New York city, the best money can ever buy. He was never known for backing off especially when it comes to getting what he wants. In the fierce fight for Camillia Moretti's heart and body, who wins?
Lihat lebih banyakThe letter was handed to him by one of his men with the elbelm on it—un lobo. A wolf.Mateo's brows raised, his line like eyes even smaller. A black envelope with the figure of a golden wolf. Everyone knew what that stood for —The Requiem.He took a breath in, tossing the letter on the table. His hands ran through his ebony hair, his lips parted, his teeth nibbling on his lower lip.At the mention of the Requiem, the image of his bride played in his head. How her soft cleavage pressed against the blue cups of her gown, how dark and sexy her eyes looked...She was a territory he couldn't afford to cross. The Requiem's Bride was highly desirable but already claimed.He sat up immediately, trying to push the image of Camellia's smile though it was almost impossible to.His fingers slipped the letter up, finally sliding it open.The content was brief as always. Alejandro Ricci was not a man of many words. He always just left a name and manner of death.But when Mateo's eyes fully absorbed
---Her Father's words rang in her ears. " Everyone in the Requiem is a wolf and you are the Requiem's Bride." The shadows hugged the corners of the dimly lit din hall. She sat down on the chair alone. Everyone had left. The darkness and silence amplified her rage. She stared into the darkness, her blood boiling, her fist clenched as she scoffed under her breath. The Requiem's Bride. That was a title she never asked for. A life she was going to be forced to live with a man worse than her Father. Even if he hadn't shown it, she knew just exactly the type of man he was. And everyone's reactions to him confirmed it. He was worse than the devil himself. She pushed her chair back, standing up. Then soon she moved, her heels making soft clicks against the marble floor taking steps that led her out of the dinning room toward the balcony.She needed air. The night air was fresh, with the smell of rain, liquor and cigarettes. Her eyes moved around till they rested on the courtyard below
Camellia looked through her netted lashes. The last time everyone was gathered like this, they had fucking sold her off. Ringlets of smoke danced around the dinning halls, the strong smell of liquor, cigarettes and silence filling the room. Alejandro sat at the head of the long table, he was dressed in a fine silk, black sleeveless shirt. His wolf tattoo stretched over his balls of muscles on both arms. His fingers tapped silently again his glass of whiskey. His dark eyes moved around the room, scanning each face like a predator assessing its prey.Camellia sat beside him, her back was pressed against the chair. Her dark hair was curled in waves and her makeup was thick, her face unreadable. Her father, Luca Moretti, sat comfortably, his fingers wrapped around his glass of liquor, his eyes also traveled like Alejandro’s. Lorenzo, her eldest brother, sat right by his side, his jaw tight. He picked up his glass of liquor, taking a little sip from it then he sets it back on the table
He was gone. As Camellia's eyes roamed around searching for him, Alejandro watched her. How her pupils dilated, how they reddened like she had tears stored up in them.She was looking for someone. Another man. While he was right by her side.His blood boiled. He spun her around, holding her wrist firmly. His voice dropped to a whisper as he scanned her face deeply. "Camellia... Who are you searching so desperately for?" Camellia felt her muscles stiffen. She had a feeling he knew. Alejandro was a very dangerous, even for Mateo. If he knew she was looking for Mateo, then Mateo would be in a whole lot of trouble. She straightened her back, raising her chin up in defiance. "None of your business, Alejandro." He smirked, "Do I need to show you just how much of...? "his eyes trailed down her body, growing lighter with lust."...'my business' you are? " he stressed. Camellia could sense the danger in his voice, like a silent warning, a subtle threat. His fingers dug into her lean wr
Mateo sat in his executive seat, the darkness clung to the wide space of his office like a ghost in a haunted house.The footsteps were loud, arrogant hitting the marble floor. "El sicario... We have him." He looked towards the figure they dragged.It didn't take long for the figure to advance from the darkness, beaten, bruised.A child less than ten years. "The Capo of Falcón wants him gone."Blood dripped down his face, sweat clung to his immature cheeks. His crystal black eyes stared out into the darkness, hopeless. His head fell down, both of his hands were held by the men, his legs dragged on the floor. Immediately Mateo held his eyes, voices from the past rang in his ears, bombs echoed in the distance. His eyes were like a portal taking him back in time. Back to the past he had long forgotten. His mother held on to him. Her eyes bloodshot red, eyes still flowed out from them. "Mi amor... Close your ears, it would all soon be over." Mateo held his ears, brushing his litt
"You were just another desperate girl, Camellia."Camelia couldn't believe what she was hearing. Normally, she wasn't the emotional type, she was rather nonchalant but his words pierced into her deeper than she cared to admit. Another Desperate girl? The words rang in, repeating itself over and over again in her head. Obviously she couldn't be nonchalant, she had fucking given him her everything. Her body. Her innocence. Her will... Her virginity. She couldn't bear it anymore, her hands fisted, her eyes narrowed. Before she could stop herself, her fist landed hard against his cheeks, hot and aggressive. Her punch wasn't weak, it left a mark on his cheeks. Mateo did not budge, he stayed still. Normally he would have brought out his pocket knife, the one tucked beneath his jacket. And In a movement so slick, he would have slit her throat...If she weren't Camellia Moretti. A woman who left him vulnerable, acting out of character. "Another desperate girl, right?..." She yelled at
Chapter 5Mateo's eyes glittered like strokes of light as he slowly strolled down Camellia's body, over each visible curve. Her gown accentuated her perfect shape, the marine blue complementing the diamonds on her neck. She looked beautiful, so beautiful that he wished she were his.Immediately, he realized the severity of his thoughts and looked away. The Requiem was the most powerful mafia in New York. They were ruthless and bloodthirsty. He knew it would be stupidity to go against them.He dropped his glass on the tray, making to leave the gathering. He needed to get some air; the night felt too hot.Camellia moved taking her last step on the stairs. Alejandro helped her down, his hands wrapped around her waist. Slowly, his mouth brushed against her earlobe."I said black." he whispered, his words like a silent threat.Camellia's lips curled into a smile, her eyes glowing with excitement. "Really? I thought I heard you say marine blue. Clearly, I did... or perhaps, did I mishear yo
Camellia wiped his kiss off her lips. Hatred bloomed in her eyes as she lay on his bed. "I'll never forgive you for this," she said, her voice laced with anger.Alejandro's eyes looked down at the petite figure on the bed. He leaned against the doorframe, his gaze unyielding. "... For kissing my fiancée?" he asked, his tone icy.Camellia wasn't going to answer him. Her brain raced with thoughts on how she could escape him. She couldn't live with him anymore. She had to leave before her wedding night, before he truly claimed her.He moved closer to her, his fingers holding her chin, forcing her eyes up to his. "Listen, Camellia... You are no longer with your father. After our marriage, you'll become a Ricci."She wanted to spit in his face. "I would never marry a man like you, Alejandro."He laughed. "You aren't marrying a man like me, dear Camellia... You are getting married to me."Camellia let out a sarcastic laugh. His eyes changed, his grip on her chin tightened. "Camellia... Do
She wished he would let her go, but he never did.Camellia didn't remember how she got to Alejandro's Estate, nor did she remember why she was standing right before his SUV. Everything felt blurry; her memory was scrambled. The only thing she knew was that she was caged and had been caged for over a week.She had heard that her father knew she was with Alejandro. She didn't expect him to do anything to help her. He was Luca Moretti, of course, the same man who sacrificed a woman he claimed to love.Very early in life, she swore never to get married to a man like her father. Here she was, being forced to marry someone worse.She was certain that this was the day, the time she would escape. Camellia had her light gun tucked in her leather trousers.She could see Alejandro stroll down, his olive skin shining under the rays of the sun.In a different universe, under another sun, Camellia would have thought he was rather handsome.As he drew closer to her, she brought her gun out, pointin
"...You will marry, Alejandro Ricci." Those words sliced through the air spitting her heart into two. The sweet aroma of roasted turkey and opus one filled the air, thick and suffocating.Camellia Moretti sat at the long glass table, the soft glow of the chandelier light fell and reflected on the glass table, it's white rays on the marble floor. Everything smelt like power and money, the essence of her family and she hated every bit of it. Her father, Luca Moretti, twirled his wine glass, his eyes were fixed on her, expectations visible in them. His face was stern and unreadable. Around the table sat all of her uncles, her cousins and her elder brother, the so called pillars of the Moretti empire, all chauvinistic bastards, and the most important, the man she hated the most in the world, Alejandro Ricci and a few of his associates. They all waited for her response. This wasn’t a family dinner. It was a business transaction. And she, Camellia Moretti, was the merchandize.Luca p...
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