All Chapters of REGINA NERA (Black Queen): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"Are you staying or will you go back?" Ophelia asks. "Go back where?" I ask absentmindedly while my fingers flex around the coffee cup in my hand. It's already ten in the morning but Regina hasn't come back. I fucking spent the night here, waiting for her but she never came. I even tried calling her and that crazy woman sent my calls to voicemail. Did she really spend the night with Bianchi? I hope she didn't. Because if he so much as touched a single hair on her head, he wouldn't live to see another day. From the moment she kissed me back, she was mine. Fuck it. She's always been mine. From the moment I laid my eyes on her, she belonged to me. "...Rico" "Yes, principessa. I'm staying" "Here? With us?" I start to tell her that I'll be at my house but pause. Why can't I live with them? Nothing is stopping me from moving in here. My men have been reporting to Regina so it wouldn't hurt if they continued doing it for a while longer. I can stay here and keep an eye on the p

"A cop? You know who she is and you're still fucking around with her?" Regina bellows, her eyes flashing. Even from where I'm standing, I can see her body vibrating with anger. And any other time, I'd be happy to see her display of jealousy. It means she cares. But not now. Right now, I feel like throttling her because she never listens to anything I say. Never. "How many times do I have to tell you that she's not my girlfriend?" "You showed up with her last night and you've been with her..." "Christ woman, do you ever listen? Or do my words go in one ear and exit the other?" "Do you ever tell me anything? You should have told me who she was the moment you found out, damnit!" "So you could kill her?" "Yes. Unless you're afraid of losing your whore, I don't understand why she's still breathing. Ophelia is off limits and anyone who goes near is as good as dead. No compromises, Federico" I take in what's supposed to be a calming breath but it's not working. An angry Regina is

Tarah came through. When I first hired her, we made a deal. She gets to name her price and in return, I get results. Fast. She's never disappointed me. With a name and a location, Manno leaves to go get the guy. I know he's not the mastermind because I've never heard of him. Unless he has a hidden identity, there's someone else behind him. The asshole is playing hide and seek with me and he better hope I don't catch him. A lot of people might want me dead but very few have the guts to try and kill me. Especially in broad daylight. At the moment, I'm in a safe house planning my next move. Depending on what we get from the guy, we'll either be going home or hunting. I would very much like to go home. It's been a few hours since the house burnt down and I'm guessing my men have already found out. Did one of them tell Regina? Is she panicking? I fucking hope she is. There's no way she kissed me like that and then went back to not caring. I regret not doing it while Ophelia was out with

My eyes pop open and it takes me a moment to figure out I'm in bed. Then another to register the heaviness across my middle is Federico's arm. He's lying on his stomach with his other hand next to his head snoring. For Someone who is sleeping in my bed for the first, he looks way too comfortable. If I truly wanted to keep his organization, it would be so easy to kill him right now. But luckily for him, I still need him for a few things. And they definitely don't involve him using his mouth, fingers or dick. Or maybe they do. Fuck, I hope one orgasm isn't going to turn me into a lovesick puppy. He was right about me being curious about what else he could do and I'll admit, it's been a long time since a man touched me but that doesn't mean anything. His moving to my house and insisting on staying in my bedroom doesn't mean we're dating. I can want him without falling in love with him. We'll satisfy each other's needs then he can go back to being his old self. I haven't slept with any

"You look like a sore loser," I tell Federico sitting at the head of the table. His eyes track my movements, pausing on my chest for a second too long before dropping down to my lap. Then he looks back up to my face but doesn't say anything. He's still miffed about the phonecall from from earlier. Never thought I'd ever see this man pouting and damn if my mind doesn't conjure a mini Federico doing the same. I'd reach over and try to make amends but he started this game. I'm competitive as hell and by now, he should know how vengeful I can be. If he thought he could get me to beg him then I'm afraid he picked the wrong woman. Biting the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling, I study him. His intense eyes, straight nose, chiseled jaw, and the five o'clock shadow he's spotting. He has a head full of hair that isn't slicked back today but still looks neat. It's as if he can't bear looking anything other than perfect. Then there's the broad shoulders, muscular arms, and talented