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To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Make Me Understand
ππππππ DANIEL Lucio sat up in the passenger seat. "Check out the SUV." I looked out and saw a black SUV parked in front of Kat's house. In silence β and anticipation β I waited to see who was in the car. First, a man dressed in a suit got out from the passenger side. He looked left and right, up and down the road twice before opening the back door to the SUV. True as fuck, there she was, getting out of the car. "That her?" I nodded. "Lucio Bologna, meet Layla Moore." She wore a dark brown coat to ward off the early autumn cold. Big, round, dark sunglasses covered most of her upper face as if she was trying to hide. Within a few short strides, Layla was up the stairs and knocking at her sister's door with a man standing behind her. Three men stayed behind, one guarding the vehicle, the other two standing at the bottom of the stairs. "Why all the muscle?" Lucio shifted in his seat. "He's protecting her." "From what?" "Me."I continued to watch as Kat opened
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | A String Of F-Bombs
πππππLAYLA I was mute. I couldn't say a thing. I couldn't tell him and it killed me. After what felt like forever, Daniel broke the silence with an even deeper growl. "The one thing I do understand is if we don't leave right now, a whole lot of shit is going to come raining down all around us within the next few minutes." From the corner of my eye, I saw a man helping Kat up from the floor, and he glanced our way. "Daniel, bro, we need to leave, pronto." Daniel pulled me to my feet. "Layla, I know something is going on. Mato is using you to get to me somehow, but you need to trust me. You need to trust that whatever it is Mato has over you, I can help you." With every heartbeat and every breath, I wanted to believe I could trust in Daniel. That I could share my burden with him and not feel so damn alone. But deep down I knew I was in too deep, too far gone for anyone to help me now. I jerked my arm free from his grip. "You can't help me. No one can." Kat stood next t
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | The Best-Worst Mistake Ever
πππππLAYLA(Flashback Continues)I gave Kat a peck on the cheek. "Okay, then. It's time for me to go pimp myself and make new friends." Kat laughed, and I smiled. "Love you." "Love you too." I shoved one of the unpacked boxes out of the way and against the wall as I walked out the front door. We'd only moved in three days ago, and both Kat and I were slow unpackers. As I stepped outside, I glanced up and down the road. It wasn't exactly one of the richest neighborhoods, but at least it wasn't one of the worst. I placed the earphones in my ears and pressed play on my phone. It was a way to make the other kids think I didn't give a shit β that I was too preoccupied with listening to the latest top forty hits to even realize I knew no one. I pulled my backpack over my shoulders, took a deep breath, and mentally told myself this day would be a piece of cake, and that I'd have a ton of friends before the end of the week. Yes, it sucked being new. But at least no one knew the bag
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Don't Know What's At Stake
πππππLAYLAI sucked in a breath when we arrived at the large, black iron gates of the Bologna estate. Everything still looked exactly the same. Nothing had changed. The only difference was the last time I saw this place the gardens were painted with a rainbow of colors, spring in full bloom. Now the gardens were covered with all the shades of autumn, the men working in the gardens raking the dead leaves together. We came to a stop, and I stared out the window. Daniel shifted next to me. "You okay?" "I didn't think I'd ever see this place again." I felt his fingertips softly brushing against my shoulder. "He can't hurt you here, Layla." "You have it so wrong." I turned to look at him, my heart breaking more and more. "It's not me I'm worried about him hurting, Daniel." "Then who? Me? I'm a big boy, Layla. I can take care of myself." I shook my head, a single tear slipping down my cheek. "It's notβ" Daniel's door was flung open, two hands grabbing his collar and yanking hi
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Been Through A Lot
ππππππ DANIEL I stared at Layla like a man obsessed. Even if she tried, she'd never be able to measure the depth of my hurt... and love for her. But I was going to tell her. Show her. And make damn sure she feels it all. With a gentle tug, I pulled her closer. "You didn't just hurt me. You fucking destroyed me. What you left behind was something much worse than mere scars, Layla." I stepped forward, leaving no space between us. "Ever since you left, I tried to forget about you. To get over you. But guess what?" I softly brushed my knuckles down the side of her face. "I'm still not."A rush of air escaped her, the warmth of her breath wafting across my lips. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to tear her clothes off and remind her of what we shared with every thrust of my cock. But we had Daddy Dearest to face first. And God knew, my dad was probably on the verge of bursting an arteryβhe and Antonio both."Come on."With slow steps, she followed me. Now and then I glanced her way.
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Tell Me You Are Mine
πππππLAYLAI closed the bathroom door and sagged back against it. My heart was racing, my body humming, primed, and ready to be taken by the one man who had always owned my heart. God, I was so weak when it came to him, unable to resist the seduction that clung to him like a second skin. My body betrayed me every fucking time I was near him. With a deep breath, I pushed myself away from the door. It was only when I passed the mirror on my way to the shower that I saw how filthy I looked, with patches of dried blood all over my clothes, my skin, and my hair. I'd never seen a man die before, let alone be killed with a bullet to the brain. Just thinking about that exact moment made me shudder. I wiped at a tiny patch of blood on the side of my face. There were dark circles under my eyes, my cheekbones more pronounced than they ever were. My hair was a knotted mess. I was a complete mess. I was wasting away, little by little. This was not how I envisioned my life. And this was not
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | My Cure And My Illness
πππππLAYLADaniel took a hard nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, sucking, lapping, and kissing. "I remember every moment, Layla. I remember how you loved being cherished and worshipped. How you desired to be thoroughly fucked, and utterly used." "Fuck, Daniel," I whispered, his words causing a frenzy of lust and need crashing against every corner of my body. I bucked my hips in search of him, the ache between my legs growing stronger with every stroke of his tongue and every touch of his hand. His lips let go of my nipple with a pop, and when he looked back up at me, his hand slipped in between us. "Say it, Layla." And then he touched me, his fingers sliding through the sensitive folds of my pussy, sending the most intense wave of lust up my spine, my entire body electrified. "Jesus, Layla," he moaned. "Your body is begging to be fucked." "Danielβ¦" I started to plead. "Say it first. Tell me you're mine." Deep down, I knew I never stopped being his in the
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | A Replica Of My Heart
ππππππ DANIELLayla's eyes fluttered open at my command, ecstasy brightening the color of her amber irises. Without a word, she turned around, lying flat on her stomachβ¦ and then I saw it."Oh, my God, Layla." I reached out and softly touched the skin between her shoulder blades. Earlier in the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of the tattoo, but only now did I see what it was.My fingertips traced the black inked lines. The face of a wolf. A replica of the image tattooed on the top of my hand. I placed my palm flat on her back, identical art engraved on my skin. No words could have described the feeling that flooded my chest β the warmth that spread through my veins."It's beautiful," I murmured, still staring at it in awe.She glanced over her shoulder but didn't say a word. She didn't have to. The ink on her skin spoke a thousand goddamn words, but most importantly, it told me this woman was still mine. That she had always been mine. By God, tonight I would reclaim all of her.Bi
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