Naughty Quillsの小説

NICO'S POV.My palms were sweaty and beads of sweat rolled off my temples. I'd been the impulsive one, quick to answer, quick to make rash decisions ever since I was young amongst my brothers, but this once, I felt true fear.Being irrational came with its few perks, baring a name like Vladimir gave me every form of morale I needed to do what I wanted. I'd cared less about my father's approval on major things. And my brothers? Oh, they were all fucked in the head. The cute glasses, calm demeanor, or silence shouldn’t fool anyone. Our sister had gotten off the hook—she was the most normal amongst us and to be honest, seeing how she ended up with Isabella’s brother was the best... She was married away from the Bratva, had her own enterprise and a child on the way. What more could I bloody want?Except now, I'd gotten a text from him—Antonio.How I’d converted to having an attraction for a man was something I didn’t know and would rather not dwell on for long. Except that day. I'd seen t

ANTONIO’S POVYeah so… I fucked up, but who else could I tell? Try being thirty-five with just cold-blooded killers for friends. There wasn’t actually anyone on that timeline dying to give me advice on the fact that I might be cheating on my husband… scratch that, I hadn’t… yet. But knowing how badly I wanted to, is another thing.“That’s… a lot,” Isabella muttered, looking even aghast on my behalf. I’d spent enough minutes pouring out my frustration into words and all I get is some… that’s a lot?“When would he be done with whatever bullshit he’s been busy with?” Isabella asked almost immediately, letting the words slur off her lips. I sank deeper against the poker table, crossing my arms over my chest.“I don’t exactly know. He’s off the radar… went offline and shit. I understand how it works and Maccini can more than handle himself, but to be honestI wish he’d be home soon to stop me from doing something crazy,” I admitted. Although part of me knows that was exactly why I came to I

ISABELLA'S POVA light yawn eased through my lips as I turned in bed, my eyes peeling open slowly to catch the sight of an empty bedroom. My heart sank immediately, a sinking feeling in my gut as I yanked the covers away from my body and stormed to my feet.“Luca?” I called out. Each step I took faltered. I didn’t recall how things ended last night—there’d been so much blood. And saliva... and cum. Drenched all over all three of us. But seeing how I’d woken up in a clean bed meant they’d washed me and taken care of everything. Except… where were they?“Diego?” I called out even more gently, my voice wavering as I spoke. I stopped to a halt seeing one of the maids holding a vase in her hands.“Good morning, ma’am,” the maid greeted with a smile, a spark of envy in her eyes.“My husbands… where are they?” I asked. She stopped to look skeptical for a bit.“Diego and Luca, goddamn it. Where are they?” I retorted again in a shaky voice, cold chills sweeping deep into my bones as I spoke.“

ANTONIO'S POV.My mind had been everywhere, I’ve been distracted, so to say, my reasons were fucking fair, except now I wasn’t sure. I felt like I'd been lying to Macinni, again.My lovely husband had gone on a trip for two days now and although he did warn me, said it had something to do with going off-grid, I had no reason to worry. Afterall Luca and I myself had gone off-grid for a few bratva meetings or deals, which was why one could ask, why the fuck was I guilty.It was stupid. My eyes remained glued to the screen before me. Like the fucking obsessed depraved nutjob I was, I knew Nico being a Vladimir, would be strange-headed and have a few bolts loose in his head.After the entire showdown with my husband, Nico still had refused to return or leave the bloody country. He'd holed up, took up a suite in a hotel not so far away from me. And while I was staying there, he’s been out twice this week, but it was enough time to have me order men to sneak in, get a few cameras installed

ISABELLA'S POVI'd known right from my first day of sneaking around with Antonio in high school that I had a thing for being manhandled.Oh please, you could keep that speech of being an independent woman, strong and sharp. I was a killer. I'd snap a man's bone in two if I wanted to. I'd crush a windpipe with the pointy ends of my red bottoms if I wanted to, but there was something else to it.Times I wanted to be on my bloody knees, literally bloodied, restless, hopeless, and at a man's mercy. Only now I had two of them. Judging by the grins on their lips, I knew it wasn’t going to be all fun and games.“I know you weren’t scared of a little cut, Isabella,” Luca’s gravelly voice called out. My hands were bound behind my back, my knees buried on the tiles, the petals of roses all across the floor. I watched as Luca fiddled the same dagger buried in my clawclip around in his fingers before leaning closer to me.“Can you handle it?” Luca asked, gaze still locked on me, the question dir

ISABELLA'S POV“Again!” I ordered, pulling at the bands on my wrists, tightening them firmer. Kirill's gaze glided back to Diego’s and then to Lucas’s in a pleading manner, desperate for an escape.“Oh, they won't help you! So I said... again.” I ordered more firmly this time. Kirill launched forward, throwing his arms again. I blocked off a few of his hits before he'd knocked me off, using his feet, kicking it right into my belly, causing me to lose stance, trip, and fall hard against the floor, the pain shooting sharply down to my nerves.“Are you okay, ma'am?” Kirill asked, rushing over to my aid. He'd offered me a hand, raising me back to my feet. I'd groaned a bit before nodding, parting my eyes open.“I'm good. Again,” I ordered. And this time Kirill looked pale as ever, tensed even before pulling off the bands from his wrist.“I can't. You've had enough. You've been pushing yourself the entire week. You've gotten to your limit. We’d take a break,” Kirill explained. But he'd onl

The best bet I had at the moment was making sure he fell asleep before I walked out if the shower or else he wouls torture me with lots of questions b4 I could leave the house. And it was just as I had anticipated, he had fallen asleep although it did take a little while, I wriggled into a dry cloth slowly and gently without making a single nose tip toed past him before making my way towards the river bank. “You know I don't like waiting for ciara” the man seated and waiting for me had spoken, I took slow steps towards him before planting. Sofft kiss on his lips. “I had to wait for Trevor to fall asleep and I need to return back before he wakes up” I explained to him. I couldn't see through his face, he had a mask on but I was relieved when his lips melted against mine once more. “It's, you know how to ease up on me, what's out to be done?” He asked and I sent him money, a message settled on his phone he checked through it before smirking. “I'll balance up when the job

“This is all about simone, isn't it? You want her now, don't you?” I retorted, he said nothing except pass me and headed toward the . “Let this be the last time you'll play such jokes on me; don't drag me down along with you, and don't test my patience; one day I might really hit you. This would be my warning to you, Ciara; you really don't want to get on my bad side.” Trevor warned before storming out of the room, leaving me to myself. I swallowed hard before crashing into the sofa. Anger devoured me, yet I couldn't say anything back to him. I screamed out loud yelling at the top of my lungs pissed down to the core. I couldn't lose Trevor to simone; I had seen the look in his eyes; I couldn't allow it; I can't let it happen; I had lost everything I had to her already. I stared blankly at the ceiling before an idea struck a grin crawled up the sides of my lips as soon as I picked up my phone. “Meet me by the river bank tonight. I have something to tell you." I sent the message

I stormed towards the podium, and I could hear my mother's heated, lingering gaze on me. “I am sorry we delayed you all; there has been an issue, but I come here now to say things have been sorted, as you all know should have been my sister's spot, but she had delayed for long and eventually reached out to me that she wouldn't be coming and asked that I fill her shoes," I announced. Low murmurs erupted amongst the crowd and jeers. I felt an arm thug at mine; it was my mother; she pulled me away from the podium for a moment, and I could see how angry she was. “What do you think you are up to, ciara?” She asked. “What am I up to? or why have you been stalking? You really have a lot of faith in her, don't you? Well, look around; do you see her anywhere around? She is not coming mother, your darling daughter has no interest in any of this, so please stay out of my way. Would you rather none of your daughters take the pack and give it to a stranger? You wouldn't have a single power

"Yes, Giovanni, I have to leave; I really cannot miss the burial; we would be late if we don't leave now” I added in, but then the frown on his face bothered me. “We were attacked last night, Simone; you were injured , you almost died.” I watched as he spoke; almost dying seemed to be an exaggeration, but I knew he was keen on putting my safety first. “I know you are worried, but this is one thing I know I have to do; please, we would be fine, but do this for me.” I pleaded, boring my eyes into his; he held up a brief silence before finally nodding in response. “I'm sure ciara is behind this.” .. ciara's pov “How much longer do we have to wait for her? She might not be interested; we can't keep pushing off the event all for her.'' I argued with a scowl yet mother looked unwavering, and she was beginning to piss me off—why was she always doing special favors for simone? She wouldn't delay by a minute if I was the one who ran late, but since it was her most esteemed beloved pre

I moaned into the kiss and he left, leaving me wanting more. Something about his movement and arrangement was wrong, but he asked me to trust him, and I knew that was just what I would do. * “Simone, come along; we have a long way to go.” Giovanni called out for the fourth time. I finally tied the best knot to my top before sprinting after him. He had a look on his face and smiled as we headed down the garage. I settled into the tucked in my belt, but then I realized Ivan was nowhere round. “Ivan? Is he coming along?” I asked hastily. “And who will be in charge of the pack when I'm gone?” he asked in a sarcastic tone and I giggled at how cute he acted at the moment; it was indeed nice to see a new part of him. “We have to be discreet; it's a long drive, and we wouldn't want to draw much attention to ourselves, so let's get going.“ He ignited the engine, and the drive began,we made small talk. I felt my heart getting filled to the brim. This was all I wanted—enough time to spen

Pain flashed across his face, recollection of every word he’d spoken to me weighing on his mind. But as soon as his lips parted to speak, I yanked at the door knob, storming out of the room before I shattered whatever healing shreds of my heart were left again. .. Simone's pov A light yawn eased through my lips as soon as I pushed my eyes open. I rolled around in bed, a smile stretched on my lips as soon as I recalled the previous night. “Giovanni?” I called out, but he wasn't in bed and didn't seem to be in the bathroom either, immediately I got worked up,why wasn't he around?. Did it perhaps have something to do with our sex last night? Did he think of it as a mistake? Did he wake up only to regret sharing the same bed with me?. All sorts of negative thoughts seeped into my mind, but then I knew I needed to gather every positive mindset I could take. I waited for a few more minutes in bed with my eyes lingering against the door, hoping he would make his way in any moment afte