Novels by I.Q

CHAPTER SIX.Three Hot Problems. (Anthonia Pov.)The words ' Rob's collateral’ kept on ringing in my ears as I let the cold water roll over my skin. Six years and the bastard's name still found a way to hunt me.They brought it all back in one brutal flash. The night I saw my mom lying lifeless in my father’s arms..purple fingerprints still digging into her throat, her eyes wide and empty, the same eyes I’d inherited. He’d strangled her right in front of me, whispered that she was just another piece of collateral he no longer needed. That night I ran, taking nothing but the clothes on my back and the plan to make him pay somehow. Now those same words echoed here and I was supposed to play along like it didn’t break me all over again.I walked in here for a few months of free food and accommodation not a fucking survival mode parade with three attractive men who obviously can't choose between fucking or killing me. Not that I'll mind being fucked, it's been months.I stepped ou

CHAPTER FIVE.Broken Enforcer. (Giovanni Pov)I don’t believe in love at first sight or any of that shit, but this womanmade my heart pound and my dick hard. She was a tiny fuckingpowerhouse and all I could think about was how she had bigger balls than most of the men I’d ever met because standing up to any of the deluca brothers is.a big mistake.Raffaele glances at his watch and frowns. “We need to make this quick. I have no patience or tolerance left in me.” I simply nodded, walking into one of our clubs, we've been having issues lately.. our dancers being taken and returned back severely roughed off with no leads at all so I do understand his attitude though I can't help but feel that it has something to do with a 5’9 red head currently in our estate who should be dead but for some reason still lives. A reason Raffaele definitely isn't happy about.An hour later, Raffael and I walk into the main building. We have just finished our meeting with ourhead bouncer, Harry, an

CHAPTER FOUR.Badluck Is Somehow Glued To Me. (Anthonia Pov.)“Shit shit..” I mutter, back pressed against the door.The italian mafia? Really flo?I've worked my ass off in covering my tracks.. even went as far as declaring flo a nonexistent person and going by anthonia, now I might have walked into my death.How does one go from running from the Irish mafia straight to another mafia? I thought there were probably some secret agency or gang.And now i’ve gotten on that all black fine ass species nerve, for all i know he’s the don or something.They are definitely going to kill me once they find out the truth. Now I have to find a way to prove myself useful to them.Besides, if this is the guest bedroom, then it wouldn't hurt to enjoy it a little. A king-size bed dominates the space in the center and vast floor to ceiling windows make the room bright and airy.There is a huge TV on the wall and a small bookcase complete with fullshelves of books. I kick off my sneakers

CHAPTER THREE.Deciding. (Theo Pov)“Theo, care to explain how Rob's daughter whom we've been tracking for a week is in our estate right now?” Raffaele asks immediately i close the door behind me.“I've been running analysis for a week but I've only gotten a few facial recognitions from some camera's.”“Camera's in France?” He asks.“Well..yes, the Intel on Rob's phone last spotted her in France.” “But she's here.” He says flatly.“I see that Raf.” I mutter, getting pissed. “Whomever covered her tracks did a damn good job.” “Well.. she's here now. Get her finger prints and run it through the system.” “Sure thing, I have the yearly analysis report on the new tech machines.. I need to go through it.”“Good, keep an eye on her.” he says, just as I stand to leave.“And theo?” “Yeah?” “Don't fuck her..not yet.”“With that face bro.. I can't make any promises.”—-----------“Excuse me?” She says as she crosses her armsover her chest and I can’t help but laugh. I have almost a fo

CHAPTER TWO.Stepping Into the Deluca hell. (Anthonia Pov.)I watched as they stood a few meters away from the line of classist bitches. I thought this was supposed to be a training ground and not a fashion contest but I must be the only one with survival reasons for being here because they all looked like they would flash their titties to them at command.I mean..I get it though. They're both fine specimens of males.When I heard a few men in suits talking about some kind of gang female recruit thing , all I heard was free food and shelter for six months at least till I found my footing.Home wasn't an option in this city.The man by the far right end looked gorgeous with his gray suit pants and half buttoned white shirt showing enough of his torso to know he's ripped, the slight smirk on his beautifully sculpted lips made it evident that he was seeing what I was seeing too and wouldn't hesitate to take any titties offered. Uff, my type of man.The other by the far left w

CHAPTER ONE.A Dept, A daughter, A deal. (Raffael Pov.) (A WEEK AGO.)“You understand what that means, don’t you, Rob?” Theo murmurs as he straightens his suit, not that it was even wrinkled in the first place. Fucker always dresses like he’s ready to walk a runway. Though the cold calculation in his gaze lets you see he's more than just a pretty face.I told him once I could scar his face for him, it might make others takehim more seriously. I don’t know why he said no.I, on the other hand, am not covered in Rob’s blood but Giovanni is. His scarred, tatted up knuckles bleed from the punches he deliveredto our unhappy host. Munching on the guy’s crisps, I watch in glee as Giovanni delivers another brutal blow before stepping back. There’s a reason they call him Raged Dog in the ring, you don’t even see the big bastardcoming. I’d know, I’ve fought him a couple of times. They were good times, even if I did break a couple of my enforcers bones.Blinking, I