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CHAPTER 19: Giovanni's POV I knew she wasn't asleep. The moment I entered the room, she stiffened, and her breathing wasn't as steady. I hadn't gotten a wink of sleep, she occupied every inch of my mind.This woman, who came into my life and turned it upside down. The daughter of an enemy family. Now, she's sister to my new target. Marco Belluci had fucking double-crossed me.He loves his sister. I should use her to get what I want, make Marco pay. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. I considered her mine now, and I didn't want to lose her.I walked to the bed and stood over her. I ran my hand across my face as I recalled my conversation with Ivan.“Hmm. She's trouble, that one,” he said as she stepped out. I was livid, but I respected her for that. She knew there was no way I’d willingly ask her to leave.“Get it over with, Ivan,” I said, wanting this to be over so I could have her back in my sights.“Well, your answer has been right under your nose, Diavolo,” he st
CHAPTER 18: Mirabella's POV ‘Diavolo.’ That's what Ivan kept calling Giovanni. I knew there was a lot about Giovanni that I didn't know. But for him to be called the Devil, what atrocious things had he done? I don't think I was ready to think about that.Ivan’s men took their places, some lounging, others standing guard, but all eyes were on us—me, Giovanni, Carlos. Ivan himself took a seat on the couch facing Giovanni and I directly. His eyes never left Giovanni, cold and calculating.The other man, the right hand, settled into a chair nearby, a smirk curling on his lips. His eyes skidded over to mine and I glared at him. I didn't like this man at all. “Moretti, you come into my turf with armed men? You've got some nerve.” Ivan boomed, his eyes cold. I was starting to think that was his default expression.“I wasn't expecting a warm welcome,” Giovanni responded. I had never heard him sound so cold and heartless.“You're smart. I like you very much, my friend. But I don'
CHAPTER 17: Giovanni's POV We landed about 30 minutes ago. The chauffeur drove us to the hotel, and Mirabella had been scowling at me ever since we arrived in Vegas. I could tell she was mad about her dress. The glares she shot at me was like a blade.She gripped her coat tighter as we reached the hotel. I had plans, big plans, for us after the meeting tonight. I was going to give her the kind of weekend she’d never forget.When Diane told me she wanted to show me something, I didn’t expect to see what I saw.“This better be important,” I said, my tone clipped, as she led me to the server room. I pulled out a chair and sank into it, crossing my arms. She clacked her keyboard until something came up on the screen. I caught Mirabella’s face and cocked a brow at her.“Why did you run a check on her?” I asked, voice low.“Well, because I wanted to know if she was really harmless. I care about the family, Gio,” she answered, her tone steady but serious. I should’ve been a
CHAPTER 16: Mirabella's POV “Girl, you have to show up and show out,” Eliana screeched. It was Thursday night and I was packing for the weekend with Giovanni. I had enlisted Eliana's help.“How did Max take it when you cancelled on him?” She asked as she threw lingerie into my box. I removed it and smacked her hand away as I recalled the coffee date.“I wasn't planning on seeing you till the weekend, but this works,” he said as we sat at the table, motioning for the waitress.I cleared my throat, I had to get it out anyway, “My mother is sick. I have to be in Chicago for the weekend.”His eyes softened and then disappointment crept into his features. I felt bad but I wasn't technically lying, my mother did live in Chicago.“Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. So we take a rain check?” He asked and I nodded. I knew he was trying so hard to be a gentleman about it.“Let me know if you need anything. I'm here to support you,” he said, reaching out and holding my hand. I forced a
CHAPTER 15: Giovanni's POV She pulled away from me, again. When she denied me the other day, my ego was wounded, no woman had ever done that to me before. I thought it might finally make me see sense, but it only had the opposite effect.I wanted her. No, I needed her more than ever.Tonight, when I saw her in that little red dress, looking absolutely divine, with her black hair framing her face and those lips I couldn’t wait to have around my cock, Everything else blurred.“Don’t push me away, Mirabella,” I said, stepping closer.“What are we doing here? What exactly do you want from me?” she asked, her voice steady as she pointed between us.I didn’t have a clear answer. All I knew was I wanted her, however much she was willing to give, with no strings attached. “I want to fuck you.”She scoffed. “Not a fan of romance, huh?”“If I said I wanted to claim you as mine, wouldn’t you run for the hills?” I shot back.“You got that right,” she shot back, eyes narrowing.I
CHAPTER 14: Mirabella's POV The doorbell rang, once, twice. I didn’t want to get out of bed. Whoever it was could go to hell. The bell rang again, and I groaned, reluctantly throwing my covers off of me. I put on my robe and made my way downstairs.Giovanni hadn’t taken what I said to him the other day very well at all. He was pissed beyond control. But I didn’t care. I wasn’t about to leave one cage just to enter another—no matter how enticing it was or how much my body ached for his touch.I opened the door to see Eliana standing there, smiling. She stepped inside.“Don’t tell me you’re not dressed up yet,” she said, her smile fading as she glanced around. Right, the Gala.“Give me a moment,” I replied, heading upstairs. She followed closely behind.“You bitch,” she teased, a smirk on her face. “You live in one of the most expensive estates in all of LA. No wonder you didn’t want us here,” she said.I undressed and headed into the bathroom. From inside, I called out, “Pick