Thirty-four:Luca Capaldi When I brought Audrina home on the night of her birthday, Augusta was in the kitchen. She was preparing the weeks meals for us. She never knew if we would be home or not when she was and she liked to have freshly prepared food for when she wasn’t available to cook. Augusta was playing Frank Sinatra on the radio and singing to herself as she made fresh pasta. I told Audrina to wait out in the hall. “Augusta?” I called. Augusta looked up and smiled at me. “Luca, nino, what are you doing home early? I thought that you were supposed to be out with that girl you have a crush on. Dani said something about a birthday party for her?” I blushed fiercely. “Daniela talks too much.” The older woman smiled at me. “She is my daughter. Of course, she does. So, did something bad happen?” I shook my head. “Actually, uh. I brought her home with me.” Augusta wagged a finger at me. “You better not get that girl pregnant. She seems like an ambitious young woman. She
Thirty-five: Audrina Bianchi I had never been happier. I had met my aunt. She knew who I was finally. And she was going to get me out of the Barretta family grasp. I would get to marry Luca. The boy that I loved. And everything would be fine. I let Luca take my hand and lead me to his room. The second I was out of Augusta’s eyesight, Luca started kissing me. “You’re going to be my wife,” he growled, as he bit down on my lower lip. Wife. When Andre had talked about it, being married felt like a death sentence. When Luca talked about it, the idea of being married to him felt like heaven. I giggled nervously. He was pressed up against me, and I could feel his cock in between my legs. “Are you going to fuck me finally, then?” He laughed. “Not until I make an honest woman out of you, Beauty Queen. But Augusta did tell us to go to my room. Of course, there’s all kinds of things that we can get up to in there. I can still give you what you need, huh?” “Good.” I kissed his neck, and
Thirty-six: Luca Capaldi Here’s the thing about being a Capaldi. It comes with a lot of wealth and a lot of privilege and a lot of power. And a lot of secrets. There are things that you have to do to protect the ones that you love even if they don’t like it. On the morning after Audrina’s birthday, there was a knock on my door. It woke me up. I got up carefully and went to the door to answer it. My father stood there. “We’ve got a problem,” he told me. “What happened?” I asked. “There’s a man that owes us money. He refuses to give it to us. I am going to take it. And you are going to help me.” I glanced back at the room where Audrina was sleeping. She was curled up in my bed wearing one of my t-shirts. It was the sexiest that she had ever looked. Then I looked at my father. “Pop, I’ve got a girl here…. not just any girl. Didn’t Augusta tell you what was going on?” Giuseppe nodded. “Augusta told me everything. You think that you are ready to be a man, to be married, then you ar
Thirty-seven: Audrina Bianchi The night of my birthday had been one of the best nights of my life and one of the worst. I had walked away from the people I had called family. And then the boy that I was in love with had told me that he was going to marry me. All we had to do was get Giuseppe to agree then we could go to Vegas and get married. Andre wouldn’t ever be able to touch me ever again. Augusta knew the truth about me, and Daniela would know soon. I would have an aunt. I would have a sister. When I woke up in the morning, I expected that I would find Luca there. That we would fly off to Vegas and get married quickly. Then I could move in with the Capaldi’s and I would never have to worry about the Barretta’s or Andre Antonov ever again. Except when I woke up in Luca’s bed, I went to reach for him and he was gone. Frowning, I got up and I grabbed my cell phone from the night stand. There was no text telling me where Luca had gone. There was, however, one from Andre. I con
Thirty-eight: Luca Capaldi Audrina and me had both killed people. Niccolo wouldn’t tell me what had happened the day after Audrina’s birthday but I knew that someone had died. I also knew that The Fixer was in the hospital. We stayed there for a while, waiting to see if he would wake up. When he didn’t, I asked, “What do you want to do?” She looked up at me from the chair that she was sitting right next to me in. “I don’t know. I mean, it’s not like we can get married now. There’s no way that Marie would sign off on me getting married.” “I took care of that.” I raised an eyebrow. “Pop, what did you do?” “I had an…. encounter with the Ramono’s. I told Alessandro about my plan. That was why we took care of that thief, Luca. Because I did a favor for Ramono and he agreed to do a favor for me. He signed the marriage certificate.” Audrina’s eyes widened. “But he’s not on the birth certificate.” “Oh that?” Giuseppe said. “I fixed that too. It was part of the agreement.” “Yo
Thirty-nine Audrina Bianchi You know those days where everything is going right for a change? And you have that moment where you are so, blissfully happy that you can’t even remember all of it because it seems like a dream? That’s what my wedding was like to Luca. We were both young. And it was impromptu. And it was at one of those quickie wedding chapel places. And there was definitely an Elvis impersonator serenading us. But I didn’t care. Giuseppe got us a luxury suite at one of the hotels on the strip. And Luca carried me across the threshold of the hotel room bridal style. I laughed as he put me down then he closed the door behind him. “This is it,” he said, “you and me, forever, Beauty Queen.” I smirked. “You know Beauty Queen was never the correct term, right? That’s for girls who do pageants. I’m a Super Model. Totally different thing.” “You’re a beauty, and you’re my Queen.” He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and pulled me into a kiss. “Ergo, Beauty Queen?”
FortyLuca Capaldi It was time to meet our daughter. As we stood there staring at the house, Audrina had a strange look on her face. “Are you okay?” I asked her. She shook her head. “I was just thinking about when we got married.” “Yeah?” I raised an eyebrow. “What part in particular?” “The part where I had the happiest moment of my life, and it still managed to get ruined by Andre. Vale said that he’s checked in on her but she doesn’t know about me. But if we bring her into our world Luca, she’s never going to be able to escape it. She’s eight years-old now and all she has known is this comfortable, safe, life.” My face fell. I had an idea of where she was going with this. And part of me knew that she was right. But the other part of me had had an image in my head of the two of us running back to Italy with our daughter and living a quiet, peaceful life there. I took Audrina’s hand in mine. “So, you d
EPILOGUE Audrina Capaldi “You are going to kill me.” This came from Luca, whose cock I was currently riding. I let out a laugh and then, before I knew what was happening, I found myself pulled off him and pinned by Luca’s strong arms. I let out a laugh. “I can’t kill you. I like the way that you fuck me too much.” Luca grinned wickedly. “I suppose that’s good to know.” “You know I think that we made a baby that time.” He reached out and grabbed my breast in his hand, playing with my nipple in between his fingers, hard enough that I cried out. “I think so too.” He was cupping my pussy now. “I like feeling how wet I’ve made you. I like knowing that I’ve made you a drippy, little mess. Do you like it when I make you feel this way?” he stroked my clit, and my whole body tensed from the touch as I cried out again. Even the simplest of movements that he made could make me lose control. I could only manage to whine in response as he was rubbing in between my folds. Luca chuckl
Nine Lauren Gallo Present I was able to stay. I anticipated him firing me. I anticipated him following me. I did not anticipate wanting him again. How could anyone go through what I went through with him and still want him? I couldn’t explain it. When I arrive at work the next day, I am humming. I also have his coffee ready for him that I pick up at our old favorite spot. I am there before him. I sit on his desk, and I place the coffee cup on it while I sip mine and smile. After a few minutes, the door opens, revealing him. “Coffee, boss?” He looks from the cup on the desk to me. I can feel his eyes travel up and down my body. I flush. I know I’m flushed. I can feel it from head to toe and I absolutely hate it and love it at the same time. I feel like a teenage girl all over again. His eyes settle on mine. “You greet all of your bosses like that?” I shrug. “Only the ones I like.” He raises an eyebrow. “Did you like my cousin?” I snort, and take a sip of my coffee before I get
EIGHT Domitus Capaldi PresentWhen I had Lauren, I felt like I had the answer to all of my problems. A sweet, little, submissive that did everything I wanted without question. After the accident when she left, at first, I didn’t want anyone. Then, I could no longer deny my urges. So, to keep them in check, I opened Labyrinth. My sex club. Patrons pay for rooms and inside them they can do whatever they want. Each one is paid to each of their specific tastes. And soundproof. All membership costs is a secret. And the absorbent yearly fee, of course. Manhattan real estate doesn’t come cheap, after all, and I have to keep the lights on somehow. I employ both men and women at the club. All kinds. You never know what someone might be into. And, of course, patrons are able to bring their own guests if they want to. What I should really do is throw Lauren over my shoulder, take her here, and have my way with her. But I can’t do that. I’m her boss and, in her mind, she barely knows me. Not
SEVEN Lauren Gallo Past I try not to think too hard about it when I find out from a text from my coach that Mitch was killed in a robbery. I have other things to worry about. Monday morning, my mom and I move my stuff into my dorm at the fancy private school that she’ll be working at and I’ll be going to. “Wow!” she says. “This place is huge.” I nod in agreement. Cagney Academy is on the Upper East Side. By being a student here, I’ll have access to their private ice rink, and Stephanie will be able to devote her time to training just me. Meaning I will have a better shot at the Olympics. As an added bonus, Ellie goes here too, and I’ll have Carla, Domitus’s cousin. The real problem is that I’ll have to deal with Domitus. And the rest of the Capaldi brothers. From stalking Domitus on social, I’ve learned that there are three other Capaldi brothers. Felix, Anthony, and Benedict. Benedict is a short, wirey, brunette kid that’s obsessed with the hockey team that plays at the stadiu
SIX Domitus Capaldi Past The next time I see Lauren Gallo, it’s a week after our little date. The family business and school keeps me away from the rink. But my father is meeting with the stadium manager to talk about getting new sponsors for our sports equipment. He’s also supposed to meet with Mrs. Gallo, Lauren’s Mom, and talk with her about securing her a teaching position at the school that I go to. Cagney Academy, a private school on the Upper East Side. As a teacher, Mrs. Gallo would get free admission for her family and since Lauren is her family, she would be able to go. Meaning I could see her all of the time whenever I want. At the moment, my father is talking with Laurens mom. She has sandy blonde hair, and brown eyes, and seems warry of my father. Smart woman. Most people are charmed by his wealth and good looks. I wonder if she’s dealt with his type before. Lauren says she doesn’t know who her father is, so maybe Mrs. Gallo’s husband was a made man. Or maybe she ju
FIVE Lauren Gallo Present My first thought when I see my ex-boyfriend is that he got taller. And hotter. And I’m fucked. I won’t be able to handle this. I managed to escape Domitus Capaldi once, by faking amnesia and moving half way across the country. But then my high school stalker came back and I was back home, in the city, working for the first man I had run away from. The second one, Michael Russo, had popped up in Los Angeles a few months ago. And I had no idea where he was. But I knew it would only be a matter of time before he popped back up again. He always found me. At least if I was in Domitus’s grasp, I had one monster to scare off another. I thought my cover was blown when Felix saw me. Felix had been my sounding board when I dated Domitus. In fact, I had had a little crush on him for a while but Felix and me had never done anything because we knew that Domitus would kill him if we did. Carla, to her credit, had done her research and knew about my ‘memory lo
FOUR Domitus Capaldi Present “Hey, you’re late.” This comes from my younger brother Felix, which is a surprise to me. Felix normally doesn’t care about anything. He’s twenty-three, a year younger than me, and barely shows up to work half of the time. The title he has is mostly for looks anyway. Felix is almost as tall as me, with black hair that’s slicked back with too much gel, and as many tattoos as I have. In reality, Felix runs most of the family clubs. And by run, I mean, frequents them on a regular basis and pretends to be doing work. “Why do you care?” I ask. “I’m never late. The only reason I was late this morning was because of the traffic.” “Um, well…” “Well, what?” “Well, your new secretary has been hired.” “Good. Shelia’s on bed rest now and it’s been hell using temps. Who did HR hire?” Felix made a face. I sigh. “Just tell me, Felix. I don’t want to play games. If it’s someone I hate, I can just fire them. Remember, I am the head of the New York branch o
THREE Lauren Gallo Past His hand was in between my legs. He touched my pussy. I hadn’t even been kissed yet, but Domitus Capaldi had touched my pussy. I was wearing tights, but I could still feel it, and the wetness in between my legs that came when he touched me there. I had no idea why he had become fixated on me but I didn’t think that he was going to give up on this anytime soon, judging from the hungry look on his face as he watched me while we ate. He has already talked about fucking me. He says that he wants to do it on the table of the restaurant, but that he’ll take me on a bed instead. He is a rich kid who has probably never heard the word no in his life. Meaning he won’t take no from me. Worse, his father owns the place where I practice my skating. The rink that has been the one constant in my life. And the Capaldi family is known for, along with owning half of New York City, shady business deals that involve clubs, drugs, and gambling amongst other things. I’ve neve
TWO Domitus Capaldi Past The first time I saw Lauren Gallo, she was wearing a blue velvet skating outfit, trimmed with fur. With each spin and jump, her little skirt went up, revealing her perfect, pale legs. I imagined my head in between those thighs, devouring her pussy, and making her scream my name and my cock goes hard at the thought. Dad had invested in the old ice-skating rink since my brother’s loved hockey, and he thought he could turn a profit from it. Me, I had never really been interested in sports. I worked out in the gym, and boxed for self-defense, but that was it. I was the heir to the New York branch of Capaldi Industries. My father wanted me to take over for him when he died. I didn’t have time to do anything outside of work for my father. I did everything my father asked of me. Never asking anything for myself. But when I saw Lauren Gallo, I wanted her. She had brown hair, and brown eyes, and a round face with full lips. She was tiny, and her breasts were
ONE Lauren Gallo Past There is someone watching me as I practice. The ice rink is my safe space. As I practice my routine for the millionth time, I can’t focus on anything but the eyes on me. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end. As my routine comes to an end, I straighten up and look for the person watching me. There’s a teenage boy leaning up against the wall of the skating rink. He’s tall, with broad shoulders, jet black hair, and reminds me of a dark prince out of a fantasy novel with high cheek bones and full lips. His hands are tattooed and the long, black, jacket that he wears I imagine hides full sleeves on either arm. An older man comes and talks to him. He looks like him, but with slightly grey hair, in his mid-forties. The older man’s gaze goes from me to the boy and he smirks. The boy rolls his eyes but the dark, heated gaze that he has remains on me. It makes heat go through my legs in a way that I have never felt before. Competitive skating doesn’t leave