Novels by ~ Naomi ~

Lorenzo's POVThe past few hours in the office had been a very tedious one. We had no clue where Elena was but our very good sources had indeed confirmed that she was alive and in the city of New York.The moment I walked in and saw him biting his finger while scrolling through his phone, I could tell something was wrong.He hadn't even heard me come in until I wrapped my arm around him from behind which made him jump up in fear."It's me,""Lorenzo." He pressed his hand to his chest. "Don't do that.""You didn't hear the door." I looked at his face. "What's wrong?""Nothing." He turned his attention back to his phone."Jovan.""I said nothing." He put the phone down and turned his attention back to me. As much as he tried to hide the fear behind his fake smile, I could still see it. "How was the office?""Fine." I sat beside him. "What's on your phone?""Nothing.""You were biting your finger." I pointed out. “And you looked very scared when I touched you so don't sit there and tell

Jovani's POVThe doctor said the time of death was 6:47 PM.I know this because Donatella told me later, after she came back into the ward through the back after the whole scene she'd created at the waiting room.I never died, I survived the gunshot wounds and chose anonymity.I always had my suspicions about Elena from the day she'd become rude and wouldn't do my bidding. The money that moved from my account, the account officer being dodgy, Elena having meetings behind my back.Everything pointed at one thing; she was trying to double cross me.“You're not as big as you think and I can easily replace you.” That was what Elena had told me that night.And the fact that Sergei, a man whom I found out was somehow linked to Elena just showed up out of the blue, I knew it could only mean one thing so I made moves, placing one step ahead.The drug was in the lining of my jacket. A contact agent, absorbed through the skin over the course of the evening, slowing everything down to a rate ind

Donatella's POVThat night, the tree kept hitting the window forcing me out of bed. The day had been a tedious one with Margaret and I running round the shop trying to get fabrics for the numerous customers who kept trooping in.My husband was by my side, his arm over me and I gently slipped out of bed, downstairs to get a glass of water.“Ughhh,” I exhaled deeply as I gulped down the chilled water. The kitchen window was open and as I moved closer to shut it, I stumbled backwards in shock.One minute I could have sworn that someone was right there staring at me, the next minute I couldn't make out the face.Beads of perspiration broke out on my forehead and he was already in the doorway when I turned.“I….I… saw someone.” I stammered. “Right there.”He moved past me, poked his head out the window for ten seconds before closing the window and he returned, holding me in his arms.“Must have been Dovey’s scarecrow.” He said.Dovey was our creepy neighbor. But I could swear that I saw so

Elena's POV"Ma'am would you like to order?" The waitress came up to me for the fifth time in the space of ten minutes."No." I replied coldly. "I'll let you know when I'm ready, for now just leave me alone."She retreated with the expression of someone adding this table to a mental list. I didn't care. I had bigger problems than a waitress's opinion of me.I checked my watch. Three minutes late.The door opened and Camille Arsenault came through it. She spotted me immediately, crossed the floor, and dropped into the seat across from me without being invited."You called me," she said without even trying to exchange greetings. "Who are you and how do you have my number?""Elena." I held out my hand.She looked at it and didn't take it. "How do you have my number?""I know a great many things about a great many people." I signalled the waitress finally. "It's a professional habit.""I don't want anything." She put both hands flat on the table. "I want to know what this is about.""Jova

Elena's POV“Move it.” The big man shoved me into the dimly lit room. My sides still ached from being tied tightly with those goddamn ropes but I couldn't complain.“You don't get to complain about anything.” Sergei had warned me when I was about to enter the car. “You'll do my bidding and if you don't give me problems, I'll give you something better.”The apartment smelled like damp and something older than damp.I stood in the doorway for a full ten seconds after Sergei's men had left. I stood there looking at the peeling wallpaper and the single bulb hanging from the ceiling and the kitchen that had last been cleaned during a previous decade, and I had said nothing because saying something would have meant showing him it affected me.That had been two weeks ago.Tonight I was past the point of composure. The weather was cold and the heater kept shocking me."This is what you get," Sergei had said on the phone an hour ago. "Until you produce results. Real results. Then we talk about

Jovan's POVLena was a very weird and maybe not okay in the head type of woman but all in all I enjoyed her company.It felt good talking to someone else who wasn't Dante or Marcus, or anyone that was affiliated with Lorenzo.Well, she was in some type of way since she was working indirectly for him but yeah, you get what I mean.Lorenzo texted at five saying he would be home late.“Don't wait up. I'll be home late. Dante and I have something to do.” I replied fine which we both knew meant I'd be awake regardless. I wasn't going to sit watching the door so I opened my laptop and pulled up the committee notes from this afternoon instead.The new branch had been sitting on my desk for three months. Same four locations, same circular arguments, same two board members pushing for downtown Manhattan for reasons that had everything to do with where they personally owned property and nothing to do with sound banking strategy.I'd told the committee I'd have a decision by Friday.It was Wedn