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All Chapters of HIS: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

5 Chapters

1 - Trisha.

HIS/Marcy Lee

The biggest mistake of my life was being born a mafia princess.And to Mathias Volkanov.You see, my life was already decided even before I was born. The schools I'd attend, the job opportunities I'd be allowed to pursue as a docile young woman, the man I'd get married to, everything. I wasn't allowed to give an input. None.Ever since I can remember, my father has been the one making both the minor and major decisions regarding my life. Matthias Volkanov might be my father, but he's also the most dangerous man in upstate Venice, Italy. Well, one of the most dangerous. Control fuels him. Control is his armor. And as the reigning Don of the Volkanov Mafia, once he gives an order he expects it to be followed down to the letter, whether they agree with it or not.He cares about no one, but the Volkanov legacy.He has no issues killing anyone who dares to oppose him. Death is the ultimate answer to every opposition, whether small or huge. He rules Italy with an iron fist. In the public e

2 - Trisha

HIS/Marcy Lee

Standing beneath a streetlight, I glance around and spot a few bars and restaurants on the block. It's ironic that I'm drawn to the corner pub because it clearly has an Irish theme. It's perfect, I think. Just another way to tell my dad and Antonio to shove it. Go mingle with the enemy.Although it's not exactly the Irish they hate. It's the Mennetti family.Before I lose my nerve, I cross the street and walk into the bar, It's packed, the music is loud and the crowd is a little older than me.I make my way through the mingling people who are laughing, chatting and hanging out together. I've never had a large group of friends before, only a couple of close ones at school, and I suddenly feel very intimidated.I force myself to sit down on a bar stool, and let out a breath, staring down at the menu. I couldn't eat a bite, I'm so damn nervous. Alcohol, on the other hand, will be perfect for my mood tonight.I order a bottle of Guinness, pay, and begin my search. Now what? I wonder. Do

3 - Trisha.

HIS/Marcy Lee

After we get our credit cards from the bartender and he pays for everything, ignoring my offer to help, we step outside into the warm night air. It's July and the Midwest air has a humidness to it that matches the wetness currently happening between my thighs."My apartment is on the next block," he says and when I nod, he reaches for my hand. Our fingers lace together and it feels so damn right. Even though this man is still such a mystery to me, I'm so grateful he stepped in earlier and we met. He's kind, a gentleman and I'm dying to get to know him better.More intimately.When we arrive at his place, I'm not sure what to expect, but it's nice. Small, but upscale and, for whatever reason, it doesn't feel very lived in.As if he reads my thoughts, he says, "I've been staying with my family just outside the city, so I haven't been here in a month or so. Sorry about the dust.""It's fine." The place looks immaculate to me. Before I can ask about his family, he flips a lamp on and the

4 - Trisha

HIS/Marcy Lee

At some point right before dawn, I wake in a strange bed and it takes me a moment to remember where I am and why I'm twisted up in a man's big, warm body. The panic subsides when I remember Gideon and breathe in his clean scent which instantly calms me.I can't believe I went through with it and gave my virginity to a stranger. What's even more unbelievable is the fact that he turned out to be so incredible in every single way. I don't regret a thing, but a panic suddenly flares within me and I need to leave.Somehow, I manage to remove his heavy, muscled limbs without waking him and then I slip out of bed, throw my clothes back on and sneak out of the bedroom on my tiptoes. But right before I walk out, I look back over my shoulder and watch him sleep for a moment. He's lying on his back, arm thrown over his head and his angular face looks almost boyish in repose.The sheet sits low on his hips and I lick my lips, knowing what lies beneath it. I'm sore, but in a delicious sort of way.

5 - Trisha.

HIS/Marcy Lee

I watch my older brother walk away and curse the Mennetti family. They've always caused problems for my father. Our family businesses are in constant competition, but clearly it's become more than that. A power struggle is happening and now people are in danger of getting shot down like in some gangster movie. A chill runs through me as I lift my phone up and pull up a search engine.Until now, the Mennetti family has never really interested me. They were just always the bad guys to avoid and fear. Like the monster under the bed. You never saw it, but you knew it was down there irking, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.I type "Nolan Mennetti, Chicago," into the search bar and a ton of hits pop up. Ignoring the articles, I hit the images button, wanting to see what Nolan Mennetti looks like. Wanting to see the man who's now clinging to life in the hospital and whose family is out for my family's blood.Nolan Mennetti looks to be in his early 50s with a head of thick, dark hair