"Don't let anyone come near the house." I told them. I wanted to strangle Sylvia, but Marcus's feelings for him deterred me. He walked into the hall with an everything-fine mask over his face. "Where are you appointing me?" He asked with a smirk. The pain in his eyes is replaced with confusion today. He handles the situation better instead of his emotions letting him guide him. "My brothers are bosses. They don't need instructions." I told him, motioning at Pete to leave us alone. They bowed and left immediately. Ron, our doctor knocked on the open door. "Boss?" He looks between us, sensing that it's the wrong timing. "I can come later." He said. I shook my head. "I want you to give my wife something that will send her into a deep sleep for a few hours." I told him. "But ma'am is pregnant, boss?" Ron gulped. "I'm aware. I don't want her to hear a single gunshot." I told him. Marcus cursed under his breath and ran his
Something was brushing against my cheeks in a tender way. My lips curled up in a soft smile as I curved on my back, moving closer to the touch. Instead, fingers ran through my hair. My smile deepened as it brought me out of my sleepiness. Sylvia's face flashed at the back of my head, and her words sending me back to my mother echoed in my head. Fear lashed through me. "No! No! Don't send me to her." I let out a high-pitched, panicked shout. I woke up with a startle. Marcus knew about my pregnancy. Willow is safe. Sylvia and her son are in danger. My head is filled with a lot of things. My big eyes snapped at him. The fingers that were running through my hair, cupped the side of my face. I stared into his amber eyes. His gaze calmed over me. "You're not going anywhere." He said, running his thumb on my cheek. "Her child! She would kill him." I tasted my salty tears. "They're safe." He drew his face closer as he rubbed his nose
He kissed the side of my head as he sat next to me on the swing. He stared at me and then at the sea. "I like city life." He said. "I like everything," I smiled brightly. "Your smile explained. I don't need words for this. But.." He turned to face me. "Are you sure you wanna be his wife?" He asked. Worry flashed in his eyes. "I'm already his wife, Ed." I blinked my lashes. Why were we discussing this topic? "You're worried about me?" I asked him. "Dad always talked about you. I never thought I would have a sister. But it feels good to take care of a calm and sensible young sister instead of a brat younger brother." We shared a laugh. But it went silent immediately. "Tell me something about him?" I asked. "Our father?" He asked. I nodded instantly. "He wasn't like other mafia fathers. He treated us like a normal father does." He said with a soft smile. "Other mafia fathers?" It frightened me, contemplating Vincenzo not tre
"Thank you, doctor." I smiled up at him as I folded my arms. "Welcome, Miss Clara." He bowed and left the room immediately. Sylvia and Willow are staying with me, helping me with the wedding preparations. Though, they don't need to get themselves tired. Edwardo and my husband have hired a team. But I'm glad to see they wanted to make sure that everything was perfect. Edwardo was leaning against the door frame. He nodded at him as the doctor bowed while walking out the door. "Dinner time, Sister." He said. I got on my feet. There is something strange about his posture. "What is it?" I asked him, pacing forward. "Your wedding dress is here." He said. My brows furrowed. Vincenzo told me to pick whatever I wanted, including decorations. "But Willow said it would be here in the morning," I asked him. "That, too." He shrugged as he held out his arm from me. "I didn't get it." I muttered to him as I curled my arm around
Tension filled the air. Our anger could be sensed from afar. My gaze hardened on Ivan. Fucker was supposed to find the root of the trouble instead of purchasing himself a slave. Drawing in a long exhale, I quickened my stride over to the black SUV. The windows and windshield were also dark. When we ruled the city nothing was impossible for us. But a slave! I wanted to beat the hell out of him. How could he do what was most hateful in our group? "I'll drive." Marcus snorted as he held his hand out for the car keys. He did not forget to shoot a dark stare at him. Ivan took it out of his pocket and dropped it on his palm. I grabbed his shirt in my fist as he was about to turn to the girl. Her eyes were staring at the road during the entire walk out of the shithell. Her raven hair was working like curtains to hide her face. She was barely wearing clothes. Ivan's coat was fitting her like a mini loose dress. At least it was covering her properly. Sh
I pulled the car near an old building. It has been a year since Ivan bought a woman for himself. It was more important than fulfilling his needs. Ivan's guess took us to the information. We were able to track her brothel houses and freed some hundred women in these past months. Willow gave out every single piece of information she remembered during her training. I didn't want to go into detail. It could be painful for most of the people. "This place is safe. It's not a high society area but a reputed one. She'll be safe here." Pete said. I darted my gaze around. The parking lot wasn't fully empty at this time of the weekend, the swimming pool was going under the cleaning process. The playground was busy with kids and some couples sitting on their mats. Someone caught my attention when she wiped her cheeks. The new forming tears rolled down immediately. I felt my heart beating in my chest. My hands tightened on the steering wheel seeing her in pain. Her low
I used a different car today. Endless hours have passed. I couldn't sleep last night. She kept hovering in my head. I read her file. She hasn't dated anyone in the twenty-eight years of her life. It's quite unbelievable. I stared up hoping she would come near the window of her room. I just wanna have a glimpse of her. I don't know feelings, emotions and particularly love. But I felt the need to see her. The door opened of my car and I reached for my gun. I pressed it on his head. He fucking grinned at me. "We do care for Willow. But I wasn't expecting you here." He said, looking at the building. Frowning, I pulled the gun away and put it back in the holster. "What are you doing here?" I snorted, darting my eyes out at the park. There were only kids. The security guard wasn't ever a problem. He leaned forward and peered out of the window. "She's not here. I guess. You must know her apartment. We can go and say hello." He wiggled his brows. "Shut up,"
The pain of losing her is still buried in my chest. There was no medicine that could help me to cure this pain and the loneliness I felt after she left the world. She was my only family after my father's death. I'm not merely dealing with my pain, feeling shattered but I'm also three days away from losing everything if I can't pay my mom's medical bills and funeral expenses. I'm sharing my small apartment that was gifted by my late father with Willow. Technically, it should go to my mother. It shocked me when I found out that I inherited it. Mom just thinned her lips that day and didn't say a word. What would she be thinking….. It always puzzled me. Back to Willow! She's weird, very weird. She's tall, and lean with perfect curves, her hair is dark and shorts. Her nose is pierced, her ears are pierced more than three times. She always wears black and her boyfriend is more weird than her. He scares me. But they are good-looking and seem to be made for each other. And we have