Maximo watched his boss's back as he walked out the door. his hand sweeping through his hair before he walked up to her, who had her eyes on the ceiling and her hands folded across her chest. He should give it to her; she did have a lot of nerves talking back at the Devil of Rome, raising her chin at him, matching his anger with defiance, despite knowing he had her life in his hands. Walking up to her, he reached his hand forward to help her down from the bed, but she ignored his outstretched hands, climbing down from the bed herself. He swallowed his annoyance. "I'll give you a piece of advice, ma'am." Maximo began, "Maybe if you stop running your mouth and acting like you could take him down, then he may pardon you." She turned to him with a raised brow and said, "And do I look like I give two fucks ab..." He touched his side, and she kept the remaining words to herself, looking away to the wall, and began to walk outside, the light white gown hugging her naked body underneath.
When his teeth touched her skin, she felt an electric shock coursing through her, causing her back to arch and giving her a little pleasure, telling her he still had that carnal power over her.His teeth sank into her flesh, and she winced, hands flying to his shoulders, hitting and pushing him off her.He snatched both her hands, pinning them to the bed above her head. His teeth found their way to her chest, sucking hard and feathering little bites that sent sharp pain into her head."Zayne," her breath was hitched when he lowered down to her belly, swiping with his tongue at her side, his eyes watching her squirm beneath him, kissing his way towards her navel."Zayne please!" Her voice sounded sober now, and he stopped, his fingers that had been digging into her wrist slowly relieving its pressure.Then he sighed and stood up from her, turning away so he didn't see her naked body but just hearing her sob, and grabbing the bedsheets up to her chest."Stop this, ok!" She cried, "I di
Two days later, she stood in front of the mirror, watching her reflection as a girl of about the same age as she wore the slim necklace on her neck, which accentuated her neckline. She swallowed when she saw the tiny red beads at the side, knowing he was making a statement.The gown was a slim, thin-strapped dress that had a slit down one side of her leg, and with heels that didn't fit her mood, Gia felt like a doll being dressed up by those women who weren't in any way gentle with her.But she would give it to them; they were good at what they did—the curls packed at the top of her head, letting some fringes drop down her face.She joined her hands together in front of her, and the music bouncing from the stairs and up to her room seemed to remind her of what she was about to witness.Aaron wasn't going to come; she only hoped he had more sense than to slip into Don's manor because it was going to be a masked party. Her eyes dropped to her red mask, and she swallowed, blinking the te
Her eyes widened and her breath hitched; she looked around, wondering if others heard the loud thud of her heartbeat, her hands freezing at the rim of the glass. "Gia, are you okay?" Aaron's voice came again, almost giving her seizures. She had to get him out of there, and she had to do it fast. She acted like she was choosing a drink. "Don't stare directly at me," she whispered fiercely, "and turn away now." He looked up at the ceiling, which wasn't satisfactory for her, but it would do until she talked him into leaving the manor without her again. She turned to look at Zayne to check if he was seeing them, but luckily for her, they were gathered around a table, he at the head, probably talking business. That would do. She looked at her side, trying to act calm, ignoring Aaron, who was dressed as a server in a white shirt and black suit pants. "You have to get out of here right now before Don sees you," she took a cup of champagne and raised it to her lips. "This is a trap, A
Gia's POV."I love you, Giana... And just like that, he was dead, gone in a way no one would even wish for their enemies; the pain he went through... and while he was staring at my face, the life was extinguished from him.I wanted to move; I wanted to scream, but nothing came. Zayne's mouth moved, but I wasn't hearing what he said, not even when he was in front of Maximo, who was close to me.And it seemed that as each second passed, it worsened. I felt like I was crumbling, but I was too weak to show it, even though I was fighting for my breath.But then eventually I stopped struggling with my breath; at the same time, the last tear dropped, and slowly I was beginning to hear my heartbeat, gradually coming louder in my ears.My eyes stuck on the hole in Aaron's head. His shoulders slumped, and I wanted to go over there and hold him, just so he was close to me and so I could feel safe even though he was dead.but I couldn't find the words. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't find the te
"You shouldn't stand like that; grab a basket and work!" The woman behind her complained for the umpteenth time, causing Gia, who had been lost in herself, to jerk around again.The woman scowled, and Gia lowered her eyes to the ground, a frown on her face.She picked up the basket that was beside her, arranged her skirt, and walked past the woman. who looked like she was fed up with her. She had just one job—gathering all the dirty clothes from the manor to be washed.They were usually stained with blood, and most were torn with knife cuts. Most smelled of tobacco and alcohol. Good thing she had stacks of nose masks given to her by Maximo.Since the past two weeks, since Zayne brought her back from the hospital, she hadn't spoken one-on-one with him, much to her relief, until the second week, when she got orders from the caretaker of the manor that Don wanted her given chores.Well, that was okay, considering she was living in the manor and wasn't expecting to be treated like a guest
"Without the paperwork, Don, there's no way we can confirm the ammunition was meant for the Mafia." The man sitting opposite him leered, knowing he was treading on dangerous ground.They were about five of them in the red-lit room that had black leather chairs as seats, making it easy for Don to lean and grab him by the throat.But he also knew he had Don almost out of options: either get the papers or let the ammunition slide, which wasn't going to be a big deal for him anyway, but he knew how stubborn the Devil was.Even now, he only fell back on his seat, popped open a few buttons, and stared back at him, his face unreadable, probably steaming and itching for his gun.But this was business; if the papers couldn't be found, then they had nothing against him..."Besides Capo Bastone, God bless his soul," he said, making the sign of the cross, "he should have let you know about the papers."Zayne blinked. He heard the shuffling from around the table; he felt the tension oozing from
Maximo checked his watch. It was almost ten. He looked around at the abandoned room he was in and sighed. He only had an hour and thirty minutes before he was riding over to the mouth of the cave to collect her and drive her out of town.God, he didn't know what he was doing, but he couldn't just shake the feeling that she was innocent. No, it wasn't feeling. There were facts, and her servant suddenly fleeing the country cemented his belief.Don was acting on his feelings, which was expected since he and the last Capo Bastone were more like brothers than friends; in fact, Don considering him as a replacement was all because he was close to Matteo.And then he had sworn to be as loyal as the last assistant, even swearing on his life that he wasn't going to allow Don to stain his hands with her blood until there was full proof that she was guilty.But the more he snooped around, the more he doubted she was guilty. Maximo rubbed his eyes, the torchlight in his hands helping him through
Heyyyyyyyyy I'm pretty glad I'm done with those two. I'm hurting too. Being the Don's Obsession is finished now as the second book in the series, "Angels for the Demons." Gianna Venditti and Zayne Xavier, this has to be the easiest book I've ever written, all thanks to you all for taking out time to comment and bug me. Lol, I love that too.Mint Mocha, you deserve a special chapter. I think I hurt you the most. Lol.To be clear, there were few terms Zayne used that weren't understood, like when he said, "I can't get enough blues in my life." Well, that's about their eyes. Gianna has blue eyes, the same as Jane.The Nico book is in the works, and I'm still not sure when it's coming out yet, but keep your fingers crossed, for that will also be a wery bumpy wide.I can't give out the name yet, maybe because I haven't settled on any, and that's the hardest part.Sorry for the grammatical errors; I'll work on that.Once again, thank you for the gems, the stars, the comments, and even the
Gianna blinked, facing the immaculate white walls and the beeping that sounded far away. Unable to feel her body, she decided she was in heaven.Only heaven could feel this painless; only heaven could feel this safe, well, heaven and Zayne's presence, but since he wasn't in sight, maybe she was in heaven.She waited for the angels to take her into paradise, wipe the tears from her eyes, and tell her she would be okay, that the earth was never her place anyway, that she'd fallen.The image of Axel holding the sledgehammer with a sick smile while watching her scream in agony had tears filling her eyes. She was never meant for this brutal and sinful world anyway.She wondered if Zayne would find her dead body. She wanted to cry out for him, tell him she was sorry she had gone off track, and cry that she didn't deserve him, but it was too late; she was dead.Or was she..."I had a feeling you'd open those eyes today." She turned to see him sitting on a chair beside her bed, looking into h
He drove hard, he went fast, his wet cloth clung to his body as he cursed at the car for not moving more quickly than it was doing, and he slammed hard on the steering wheel, flying past the few trucks on the way."Gia..." He whispered in the car, one hand dragging his hair back, Axel's voice ringing.'Run, Zayne, or not; either way, she won't make it.'Cartel's quarters, he breathed hard. The last time he had gone there was the first time their paths had crossed, and now it seemed it would be their last.He pushed off the negative thought. He had to think positively; he fucking had to think positively, but knowing Axel and his anger toward her, he hoped he didn't get there too late.He was alone on the road, in the dark stormy night, with lightning striking and thunder rumbling, and all he could think of was how scared she would be, how wounded, how dead. He swallowed."Goddamn you, Axel!" He gritted his teeth and groaned and swore that if Axel touched a hair on her body, he'd make s
She struggled to open her eyes, but each time she did and the bulb overhead hit her, her head ached so badly she had to shut it again; she felt like she was running in a maze of blurs."She's coming awake," she heard the voice, and she snapped her eyes wide open, coming face to face with Axel, who was sitting opposite her. When her eyes met him, he smiled.The thud of her heartbeat was loud now as she quickly looked around for a place of escape."Welcome home, Bonbon," Axel laughed. "I told you we'd meet again, didn't I? Heard Zayne fuck another pussy?" He settled back on the pink couch and asked, "Is that why you went running?"Her color drained when she saw she was back at the cartels' mansion in her room, tied up on a wooden chair while he sat on her pink couch, staring at her in the face with a psychotic smile on his lips.He raised her phone, "Amara has been calling; she says she's sorry, and why are you not in her apartment?" He snapped his fingers in front of her face, "Gianna,
The next seven days had her stuck in her room, glaring at the window time and again, her eyes falling to her ring wrapped around her fingers, reminding her of the hurt.She cried until she couldn't cry anymore, clutching at her chest, wanting to rip out the damn organ, refusing to heed that it was only needed to get blood out.When she wasn't by the mirror, she was curled up on the bed, listening to her stomach groan in protest at being the one carrying the load of her heart.The manor had gone quiet, and day in and day out, she could feel him by her locked door, pleading for her to open up and let him in so they could sort things out.But she wasn't ready to decide what she was to do yet.He'd pounded on the door forcefully the first day, yelling at her to understand and listen to his explanations: "Gianna, I didn't do it; I'd never do it. Gianna, I detest that you don't believe I'd never hurt you! Gianna!!"That wasn't it; she had considered it and concluded that he was speaking the
Author's POV. He had a hand stuck in his hair, pushing back while glaring at the smirk on her face. Alexa looked so proud of herself, and Gia couldn't stop staring; she was frozen."So darling," Alexa whispered, and he could see Gia wince. "Now that she knows I'm three months pregnant, what will we do about it? It's a boy, your flesh, and.....""Shut your mouth," he snapped at her, then walked over to Gia, holding her shoulders, "Gia, I should have told you; I wanted to; listen, it's not what you think, I swear."She struggled to open her lips and get a word out, but she was stuck. Alexa appeared pregnant, so it was apparent she wasn't lying about that one, and that confidence on her face was beginning to scare her."Did you..." Gia started, but then she swallowed, hating how shaky her voice sounded, and asked, "Did you sleep with her?"He shook his head, "It's not that sim...""Oh liar," Alexa rolled her eyes, coming closer, "he fucked me, Gia, like an animal. You can get your bag
GIA'S POV.He had his back towards me, his tensed shoulders visible with the singlet he wore, his hand gripping the phone as he gritted into it, and he grabbed the chair before him."No," I could sense his irritation, "I thought we agreed on keeping things clear; what the fuck do you want now?"When he had that tone on, it worried me, for slowly, he began to withdraw into himself, and it took a ton to get him out. Whatever it was that was behind that phone had a hold on him.Most of what was said lacked content; they repeated the exact words, and this was the third time he picked up the phone.I encircled my hand around his waist, placing my cheek on his back, sighing when I felt him loosen up; sometimes, this was the only comfort he needed.He slammed the phone back on its hold, glaring down at it, but soon it was ringing again.I held his palm before he grabbed it, and he looked into my face.I raised a brow, "who's that?"He narrowed his eyes to the wall, but I brought it back on my
2 MONTHS LATER..."I don't want a dress!" Jane stomped her foot on the ground, glaring at the blue ball gown Gia held in front of her like it was mold. "I want a suit like Zayne."Gia inhaled deeply, glaring at the top of the girl's head, unsure of what to do next, for she had tried everything, including threats of no dessert or no more outing, but Jane retained her stand.All thanks to Zayne, she breathed fire, spoiling the girl rotten and always giving her what she wanted when she wanted it, and Jane, knowing she had him wrapped around her fingers, also knew there were no limitations to what he could do for her."Why didn't you tell me all this when you watched me pick this out for you?" Gia had a stern look on her face.And that had Jane melting, with fake tears filling her eyes.Gia groaned, looking at the clock on the wall above the door; just an hour remained, and she was still in her robe, her hair still curled in rolls, with no sign of beginning her preparations before the banq
A week later and the room had him most of the hours of the day.Shame Guilt When he appeared to have everything in order, Sins called out and reminded him how much he didn't deserve Gianna.He tried to tell her several times what had happened that night when he believed she was gone. Tried to tell her when he held her hand during a walk on the beach with Jane in front of them...But then, losing her again wasn't what he wanted. He'd never been so afraid; he had never been so threatened.Alexa had called him two days after that night, and he could hear Nico's voice in the background; the call was filled with whispers and secrets."Don't get worked up, Zayne," she'd laughed over the phone, "that night was all I wanted; I promise not to tell anyone.""Your words don't mean sh*t, Alexa.""It hurts; that is all you can say after the best night of my life," she sighed. "Besides, I'm ready to let you go; you won't see me anymore; it's your fucking loss."That was the last he heard from her