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To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Never Coming Back
ππππππ DANIEL "Iβ¦I don't know." I couldn't breathe so I clutched the phone tighter in my palm. "I think it was her." Vanessa walked up to me. "Are you sure?" "No. No, I'm not sure." James held his hands in the air. "Can someone please tell me who the fuck is Layla?" Vanessa and I stared at each other, her dark brown eyes filled with sympathy. My little sister knew the pain I had lived with, the broken heart I had carried in my chest for years. There was a saying that only time could heal a broken heart. Well, I called bullshit. My heart was anything but healed. It was the bitter, broken pieces left behind, pulsing behind my ribs, that fueled the heartless bastard in me to fuck for nothing but pleasure. Vanessa stepped closer. "Danielβ" I held up my hand and turned to James. "I need you to get these phone calls traced." He crossed his arms. "Okay, but will you tell me who the fuck is Layla?" I took a deep breath, the mere thought of talking about her choking me.
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Like Daggers Piercing Flesh
ππππππ DANIEL I took a deep breath after swallowing my second glass of bourbon. The memories felt like daggers piercing the flesh of my heart over and over again. I hated that they still held so much power over me. After all the time that had passed, the memories still tortured me. She still tortured me. "It's a little early for a drink, don't you think?" I looked up at Antonio, who took a seat across from me by the bar. "You want one?" "Fuck, yes." I snorted and poured my brother a drink while refilling mine. That was another thing I hated about all this β everyone knew. Everyone knew who Layla was to me, and what it did to me when she left and it was all my fault. For months after, I was nothing but a walking corpse who lived on alcohol. A shell of myself. I spent my days either drunk, hungover, or thoroughly fucked. Sex numbed the pain. It still did. And the more, the merrier. Gang banging and orgies while drinking myself into a stupor were the only goal I had for
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | I Am Calm
ππππππ DANIELSomehow, I was no longer in the mood for a night out. Just this morning I was all up Antonio's ass about a bachelor party for James, but ever since that goddamn phone call, I was unable to tear my mind away from her. The woman who ruined me. The woman who destroyed the man I once was. And after hearing a voice that was either hers or sounded a lot like hers, the memories felt like it all took place just yesterday. I had been walking around the whole goddamn day as if I was waiting for a fucking bomb to go off. "You warned Vanessa, right?" James touched my shoulder from the back seat. "Because if you didn't, I am going to be in a fuck-load of trouble when I get home smelling like bourbon and unable to piss straight." I laughed. "Where's the fun in that? I love hearing my sister swear at you in Italian. The look on your face is fucking priceless." He snorted. "Yeah, well, I'd like to see you try to keep a straight face when the woman you're about to marr
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Rage. Fury. Anger. Jealousy
ππππππ DANIEL James stared down at the broken glass I had just smashed on the floor and muttered, "Yeahβ¦yeah, I see that." I remained still, my gaze glued to the one and only woman I had ever loved. And no matter how she hurt me, how those words in that goddamn letter ripped my heart out, the way Mato touched her made me want to tear him the fuck apart. Questions that should have been running through my mindβ¦didn't. Questions like why was she back? Why did she leave? Why was she here with Mato? Those were questions with answers that fucking mattered, but I couldn't give a flying fuck. All I cared aboutβ¦was her. "This is not good, man," James said beside me. Antonio touched my shoulder again, and that was the exact moment Layla looked up, her gaze meeting mine. That was also the moment my entire world came crashing down around me. Every bone in my body ached, and my lungs were unable to expand because I forgot to fucking breathe. Moments, seconds, minutes, hours. A week
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | A Thousand Aphrodisiacs
ππππππ DANIEL It took everything in me but I was able to ignore Mato, keeping my gaze focused on her. Layla. "Why?" I asked, taking in every single action she made. "Why in God's name will you be with this kind of man?" As I stared at her, I couldn't help but memorize her. Absorb her. Remember her. She bit her bottom lip, reminding me of how many times I'd bitten that same lip, sucked, and nibbled it. Soft, red lips tortured me with memories of how they felt against mine. Layla squared her shoulders. "As Mato said, I'm here with him." "The hell you are. I don't believe for a second you would be with a man like Mato. Do you know who he is? What he does do? What the fuck is going on?" "Nothing." Mato cleared his throat. "I think what Layla is trying to say is that we're here to have some fun, you know, as a couple." This time I turned my attention to him, every muscle in my body taut as I tried to restrain myself from pulling out a knife and cutting his throat. "I su
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Desperate & Sorry
ππππππ DANIEL After what felt like a thousand years, Layla finally turned toward me, her amber eyes settling on mine. "I don't know why you would assume I was in trouble simply because I'm dating Mato. But I can assure you, I'm in no trouble at all." From the corner of my eye, I noticed her flick her nails as her palm lay on the bar. Dead giveaway. "You expect me to believe that?" She flicked a strand of her hair back. "I don't expect anything from you." Her gaze moved to where Mato was standing with a crowd of men. More flicking of her nails. I cocked a brow. "You're afraid of him." She looked back at me. "What? No. Of course not." "Then why do you look nervous?" She swallowed, and my eyes caught the movement of her throat. An image of us, of me lapping my tongue down the skin of her neck, tasting her, coaxing her body to ready itself for me. A memory of my lips kissing their way over her naked shoulder and down to the swell of her breast. Oh, I remembered her s
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Already Destroyed
πππππLAYLADaniel seized his kisses, his grip on my breast loosening. The warmth of his breath coated the skin of my neck, and I felt the rapid beating of his heart against my chest. He removed his thigh from between my legs, bringing my feet back to the ground. And I whimpered, knowing that it was over. The moment. It shattered along with the desire that almost consumed us a second ago. He didn't look up, one hand still gripping my wrists above my head. "Why now?" Of all the questions he had, that was the one he demanded an answer for. Why now? Why did I decide to return now? Because I need to ruin you. Another tear moved from my cheek, lapping over my top lip. "We do not decide our fate, Daniel." "Bullshit!" He slammed his fist into the wall right next to my face, and I yelped, my entire body numb with fright. "Why the fuck are you back, Layla?" I closed my eyes, turning my face away from his. Slowly, painfully, reality started to seep back into the moment. My desir
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | A Monster Within
ππππππ DANIEL With more strength than I knew I had, I opened my mouth to respond with, "Not now, Antonio-" but before was done getting the words out, Antonio cut me short with a resounding, "Yes, now." My big brother just had to get the last word, didn't he? "Why the fuck are you bleeding?" He asked and I looked down at my hand to discover my knuckles cut and bleeding. "I had a confrontation with the bathroom wall. The wall lost." Antonio didn't look amused. "Now is not the time for jokes. You and Layla disappeared for like ten fucking minutes. Could you have made it any more obvious?" I looked at him questioningly. "Did Mato notice?" "I'd say he's a special kind of stupid if he didn't." I glanced their way. "And he didn't confront you, or attempt to come looking for us?" Antonio crossed his arms. "No. He sat by the bar the entire time swirling his fucking whiskey in his glass, looking smug as hell." Warning bells rang like shit in the back of my head. "Something
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To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | To The Ends Of The Earth
ππππππ DANIEL Antonio took a seat beside me, his eyes fixed on Luca chasing the birds. "You two have been spending a lot of time here lately." "Yeah. Luca loves the garden." Antonio placed his hand on the bench and then glanced around. "I love what you did with it. You know," he waved around, "the whole re-doing of the back garden." I snorted. "Re-doing?" "You know what I mean." "Yeah, well. You should thank our little sister for that. She did all this." "Our sister will make a good mother someday." "She sure will." Vanessa was a godsend through all this. Luca had immediately taken to her, and even though she couldn't fully take his mother's place, she had done a fine job being a substitute while he adapted to his new surroundings. New family. "How is he doing?" Antonio asked while watching Luca play. I leaned forward with my elbows on my knees. "He misses her." "That's to be expected." "I just wish I knew how long it was going to take." Antonio placed his hand on
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Chaos And Mayhem
ππππππ DANIEL "Dad!" Antonio yelled. "Dad, no!"Thunder. Lightning. Gunshots. Mayhem.All I could do was watch as my father let out his last breath, life being ripped out of him within a single moment. And then I howled. I fucking cried out as reality slowly started to infuse me with the excruciating pain of watching my father die. This was not how it was supposed to go down. My father dying was not part of the fucking plan. I was the one ready to die for the people I loved. I wasn't ready for anyone else to die except the fuckers who thought they had the power to play God with all our lives.I looked up, sound starting to return, the chaos and mayhem pulling me back to the here and now. And then I saw her. Layla. Her limp body was being dragged by the man who is about to die by my hand."Mato!" I roared, and then I was on my feet, running toward them.He struggled to get Layla in the car, and when he aimed his gun in my direction, it was too late. I was already there, knockin
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Save Her
ππππππ DANIEL The sound of an approaching car momentarily grabbed my attention, and I bit down on my cheeks as I watched it near us. Even though my attention was on the car, I was hyperaware of every man currently taking part in this standoff.Stefano righted himself and straightened the sleeves of his jacket. "It seems you're having difficulty accepting that Layla has moved on with my son. Maybe he can convince you."The car stopped, and my heart beat wildly inside my chest as I watched Mato get out. If hate had a moment in time, this would be it.The sight of his ugly motherfucking face made me want to rip out his goddamn spine through his throat. It took every shred of self-control not to end him right there and then.My hand itched, the weight of my gun at my back making me aware of how much I wanted to put a bullet in his skull. And the smug grin he had on his face as he got out of the car made the urge to kill him even stronger.Matteo inhaled deeply. "Ah. There's nothin
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Done With This Shit
ππππππ DANIEL Harbawo wasn't a place I visited often. One thing my grandfather used to say was you never shit where you ate. Something the Morellos had no idea about. They still had a lot to learn.Our shipments never came through Harbawo Harbor. In fact, we never used the same port twice in a row. It was always scattered around. Different ports. Different shipping lines. Different times of day or night. And different routes.We'd never claimed to be saints. To some people, there was no such thing as a big or small sin. Wrong was wrong. But in my opinionβ¦ who in the name of ever-loving fuck thought that way? How could one argue there was no scale when it came to wrongdoing? That was like saying a rapist had done equal wrong as the man who cheated on his wife. Bullshit. No matter who said what, I believed sin could be measured. And it was because of this I knew the Morellos were far higher on the wrongdoing scale than we were.Yes, we bought illegal firearms.Yes, we sold illeg
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Mine To Defile
πππππLAYLAI watched as Mato's smug grin turned arrogant. "See, I helped you, and I was smart about it too.""What did you pay him?" I glared at him. "What did you pay my father to write that fucking letter?"He cocked his head, his gaze sweeping from my neck, to my lips, to my eyes. "I paid him more than he would make in two lifetimes." He licked his lips. "And it was worth every cent because now you're mine. Mine to take care of, and mine to defile."Bile crept up my throat, and my chest burned with equal parts disgust and craving. "All you know how to do is destroy lives.""Sometimes the strong need to eliminate the weak to thrive."I almost laughed in his face. "Strong? Do you think you're strong? What, by turning an innocent woman into an addict? By taking her son away from her? Are those the actions of a strong man? An honorable man?"The corners of his lips twitched, a malicious sneer forming on his ugly motherfucking face. "Who said anything about honorable?"Disgust fil
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | A Reluctant Pawn
πππππLAYLAMato and I sat silently as we drove to the Morellos mansion. The very thought that I was going back to that hell hole made me feel sick to my stomach.For the last three months, I had been held there against my will. None of this was my decision. I didn't want any of this. But my forced addiction hadn't given me any choice. Mato had dangled that needle in front of my face like a goddamn red cloth to a bull. And by the victorious smirk plastered on his face the entire time, he knew he had the upper hand."You knew I was with him." I didn't look at him."I did.""Why didn't you come for me?"He huffed out a laugh. "Oh, my dear Layla. I knew you'd come back." He removed a pouch from his jacket pocket. "I have what you need."My heart pounded against my ribs, every vein in my body swelling, craving, burning with the need for the toxin. I licked my lips as I stared at the pouch, sweat trickling down my back. The painful stomach spasms intensified, and anxiety made it incre
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Collateral Damage
ππππππ DANIELMy heart was in my throat as Antonio swallowed as if the words were struggling to come out. "While he held herβ¦""Well?" I was growing impatient. "Spit it out!" "While Mato held herβ¦ he got her addicted to heroin." I thought my heart had stopped before, but I was wrong. Now I knew what it meant to have a heart eruption. I could feel the blast through every fiber of my being. "I don't understand," I whispered. My voice sounded broken. Kat stood. "My sister is now an addict, Daniel. He forced her to take the drugs so he could control her." For a few seconds, I allowed the words to sink in. I allowed it to settle in the pit of my stomach, to stew with the rage I had been feeling all morning. And then I grabbed the first thing I could find, a glass decanter, and threw it against the wall. The sound of my scream together with the shattering glass hit the roof with excruciating resonance. "Daniel, you need to calm down." I shot a warning glare at my brother. "Do n
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | The Bitter Truth
ππππππ DANIEL My heart almost stopped at my father's words. "Is Layla hurt?""No. No, it's not like that."I scowled. "Then what?"The old man stopped and looked up at the roof. "Your brother and Lucio had a run-in with some of the Morellos men." He turned to face me. "It didn't end so well.""Meaning it turned into a bloodbath." It wasn't a question. When things didn't end well, it usually meant someone died. "Antonio and Lucio okay?""Yes. They're fine."Nothing about his demeanor gave me the impression that everyone was fine. The grim look on his face, the way his shoulders were slumped forward said to me that I wasn't going to like the next part of this fucking story."What happened?"He took a deep breath. "I think it best you wait for Antonio to get here."What theβ¦? "Are you telling me Antonio is on his way back here? Jesus Christ, the fucker has balls, I'll give him that." I stormed to the bedroom door. "He better has Layla with him if he wants to live to see another d
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Civil War
πππππLAYLAAntonio scoffed at my words before replying, "As my brother said the other day, we've been at war with the Morellos for years now." I turned in my seat, determined to get my point across. "If I don't go back, Mato won't stop until he's destroyed everyone I love." "But this isn't about you, Layla. It's about Daniel. About us. It's never been about you. You are just a pawn he's using to put our family in checkmate. It's Daniel they want to destroy. It's our family they want to wipe out. Even if you go back and give your life in order to stop all of this, it won't. It will never stop." "I know this war between you and the Morellos will probably never end, but I will no longer be used as a weapon to torture Daniel. You and I both know that Daniel will put himself in harm's way as long as Mato has me. Your brother will never stop, and I've been the cause of Daniel's pain for too long." I shook my head as tears welled up. "No more. No more, Antonio. I can't do it anymore
