Teagan POV.Every cell in my body is on fire when he kisses me. I find myself grinding on him as I bite his lip and suck on his skilled tongue. He groans into my mouth. I need to forget; I need to feel.Breaking the kiss, I’m panting, my chest heaving. He is looking into my eyes. My lips are swollen and will be bruised. His hand moves from the back of my neck to my throat, his thumb moves up my jaw.“Antonio.” I moan out when I tilt my head back as I grind down on him, my eyes roll into the back of my head. The hand that was on my waist moves up to squeeze my breast, causing me to hiss. I look back at him, my mouth slightly open as I move harder with a slight growl when I shove him down.My hand moves to his throat as I attack his lips once more. Taking what I want and need. Not caring who he is, I need this. I squeeze his throat. His eyes go wide when he flips us over and I squeal when my back hits the mattress. He straddles me. My chest heaving, my traitorous pussy is clenching arou
Teagan POV.Waking in strong warm arms, the steady rise and fall of a chest against my back. I know where I am. What we did, what I let happen, what I wanted to happen. This is getting out of control.I stiffen as he tightens his hold on me. This was a huge fucking mistake. Then I remember why I’m doing this. But is it worth it? Sarah died, the amount of people that will die because of me. I can’t be responsible. I refuse to be responsible for the deaths of people, regardless of if they deserve it or not.I wiggle free of his hold and leave the bed, not looking at him in any way. I walk to the door and open it and see Marco. He looks at me; I ignore the look of pity in his eyes. Why is he looking at me like that?I walk to the bedroom that has been given to me. I open the door and close it behind me. I pace deep in thought, my hands in my hair. This needs to end. The man in my house said the boss wants to see me. This boss, whoever he is, is sending a message to rile up Antonio and hi
Teagan POV.The first time I got into a physical fight, I was sixteen. Donny Williams asked me out to the movies as friends. I didn’t think anything of it, so I agreed. Little did I know at the time he asked me to piss off his recent ex-girlfriend, Grace Mitchell.I had dressed casually, jeans and a sweater with my converse. He met me at the theatre and we brought popcorn and sodas. Not a date, just two friends hanging out. Well, Grace found out and turned up with her cronies. They dumped the popcorn on my head and poured my soda on me.I left the movie theatre with Donny, who was apologising for what happened; I didn’t want to hear it. I told him it was ok, which it wasn’t. No sooner had we left the theatre than I was attacked from behind by Grace.She called me an orphaned whore, who stole her man. Bitch please, he was sixteen and nowhere near a man. She grabbed my hair. We were both screaming and shouting as she flung me round like a rag doll. Her cronies hit me a few times. Then s
Antonio POV.Storming out of her bedroom, I need to clear my head. She is playing a game with me and boy, is she playing it so damn well. I run a hand through my hair as I storm down the stairs, hearing the cries of Carmella.I enter the living room and see her getting her face tended to. I look at her, her eyes meet mine, and I wince. Damn tiger, she did a number on her face and only used her fists.“What did you say to her?” I demand, as I storm into the room and look down at her. She reaches to touch my hand, but I don’t move away. Carmella may have been my whore, but she was loyal and I’m an asshole for leading her on all those years. She is nothing like the confident sex goddess she was, no she looks broken and raw. Her eyes are taking on a purple tinge, her eyes are bloodshot.I sigh as I tell Alonso to leave us and I personally tend to her wounds. Do I feel guilty that this happened to her? Sort of. I’m not completely heartless. Carmella was once my friend before she became my
Teagan POV.I was stuck watching Antonio fucking Carmella, but at that moment, I wasn’t just seeing them. I was seeing all the women my dad brought home and the secretary bent over Josh’s desk. Every moan from them both pulled me deeper into those memories.I didn’t blink or move; I stood frozen. My heart breaking all over again. The pain, the betrayal, the need to run away. But also the insatiable need to hurt them, all of them. If my dad was still alive, I would probably kill him for what he did to me. The neglect, the hurtful words. Hearing another moan, I blink rapidly.I remember the women who took pity on me. They would buy me food and clothes. They would come around the house when my dad wasn’t there to take care of me. It was never the same woman twice.Then, with Josh, I thought those wounds would heal with him. Josh was a great man until he wasn’t. We had started to build a life together; we talked about marriage, kids, the whole nine yards. Then he stabbed me in the back an
Antonio POV.Holding Bobbi in my arms, her pulse is weak and I’m trying to keep her awake as we speed towards the mansion. She has gunshot wounds to her right shoulder and side. A cut to her face. But boy, did she fight. She fought like a hellcat.“How much longer?” I shout at Marco, who is driving at speed.“Five minutes.” I keep my eyes on her. Lucifer is in the back whining to get to her. One of my men is with him to calm him down. I was alerted by one of my men, who said he saw her driving away from the compound. I gave my orders, and we were not far behind her.“Bobbi, wake up, baby.” I lift her limp body in my arms and kiss her face. Her breathing is slowing.Marco parks the SUV and I’m out of the door with Bobbi in my arms and running through the mansion. Gianni and Carmella look at me in shock. I run with Bobbi to my room and instruct the guys to get everything ready. I place her down on the bed. The doc comes in and gets straight to work.I help where I can. Pulling her jacke
Antonio POV.I leave the red room and head back inside. I notice the blood on my hands and clothes. Knowing it is Bobbi’s. I head to the bar in the living room and pour myself a whiskey and gulp it down before I pour another one and do the same.“Antonio.” I slam the glass down and hang my head. My shoulders are hunched. A hand is pressed against my back and I flinch away. I turn my head to look at her.“This is your fault. If you had just stayed the fuck away and not came here provoking her, she wouldn’t have been nearly killed.” I throw the glass at it exploded against the wall. Carmella shrinks back and hugs herself. I glare at the bitch.“I didn’t plan on this, Antonio. I’m sorry, what we did shouldn’t have happened, and that is not just on me, but you. So you and I are both responsible for this, not just me!” she screams at me and I raise my hand but it drop it down. Clenching my fists.“You knew what you were doing. You knew she would walk away. You wanted that, didn’t you Carme
Carmella POV.I walk back into the penthouse I take my heels off and dump them by the door. This didn’t go as fucking planned. She was supposed to be fucking dead. But no the bitch had to fight.I walk into the kitchen and open the fridge, grabbing out the bottle of wine and reaching for a glass. I pour it and knock it back. I fill the glass again and sip it slowly as I look toward the darkened living room, the floor to ceiling windows facing the city.I walk closer to the window and watch the world from above. This city should be fucking mine. If only Antonio would just see I’m the one for him? Then I wouldn’t have had to get rid of her.“Bad day?” I gasp and spin round to see the burning ember as he takes a drag of his cigar.“Jesus, you scared me. Why are you here?” I ask as I watch him. This man is a fucking shark and I need to be careful. He is the devil. He is the one I’m currently working for. He approached me. He wanted information on the Moretti’s promised to make me his, so