WARNING! Mature Contents!!! A one-night stand of hot unprotected sex filled with passion and desire and Tiffany West and Lorenzo Russo's lives intertwine forever. Tiffany has no idea her stepfather owes the Cosa Nostra money and she's been used to repay the debt with an arranged marriage to Demirci, a member of the Turkish Mafia. And then there's him. The devil with a handsome face and nice tailored suit and a heart as black as tar. Lorenzo Russo. He's the man she lusts after and loathes more than anything— his stone-cold demeanor, his arrogance, and too too-perceptive eyes. He's ability to see through her disguise to the broken girl she is has her infuriated. He's the embodiment of darkness and probably one of the most dangerous men in the world but she has no idea she's his frustration and fascination. Nowhere in Lorenzo Russo plan had he ever prepared for Tiffany. She's his opposite in every way… and the greatest temptation he's ever known. The breathing definition of everything he didn't want. She laughs too loud. She talks so much. She's clearly not his type, but still, he couldn't keep his eyes from following her wherever she goes and thinking about their night of wild sex. After a wild party where Tiffany clearly had too many drinks. She wakes up next to Lorenzo wearing his ring. His wedding ring. Who accidentally gets married to Lorenzo Russo, a Mafia don. Now she's forced to live with him. Sleep next to him. Be a wife to him. It didn't take long before shadows of the past comes knocking in the face of Salvatore Russo, the devil of a father that orders the murder of his sons. Now he's out to destroy the one thing Lorenzo Russo seems to obsess about, Tiffany West.
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TIFFANY WEST
I chose a bar within the heart of New York's most expensive hotel. Royale Haven. Downing down the burning liquor. I didn't even know what I was drinking, I'd told the barman to surprise me when he'd asked. And he'd surprised me. But the soothing burn of the alcohol was barely enough to keep me out of my frenzy. It was barely enough to keep his voice from echoing in my ears and it got worse as I stared at the seven words that blurred my vision from his text message. “Your mum's been calling you. We need to talk. This is important,” Seven words that unraveled me and left a series of violent shivers down my spine.
It had been five years. Five fucking years since I'd last seen the pedophile of a shit bag stepfather, Francis Strauss, and my mother, Seline West.
I thought I was okay. I thought I'd made peace with the past and finally moved past it. Past him. Past those nights he sneaked into my room and covered my screams with his hand on my lips. But all the therapy sessions with Dr Rosiewent down the drain with one call from the bastard who ruined me.
“You okay?”
My head snapped to the barman. He was watching me with raised brows. I didn't realize I had been shaking so much like I'd been drenched by the cold rain.
“Just perfect. Fix me one more round,” I paused on a thought. “Make it two,” I should already be drunk from the alcohol I had with Elena and her new friend, Savio a few hours ago at Sapphire's club. But I wasn't. The buzz of the alcohol had lost its effects the second Francis called. I hadn't known it was him, otherwise I wouldn't have answered.
Five years was enough to pretend they didn't exist. That I hadn't just lost my everloving father in that accident but mum too. To pretend Francis never came into our lives. To pretend they weren't playing the picture-perfect family in Las Vegas while I lived like an outcast.
Whore. Worthless. Disgrace.
Tears burned my vision but I was unwilling to let it fall even as the words from my mother drilled deeper into my chest, scarring me. I gulped down my drink. The alcohol was reluctant to relieve me from the pain.
"Vodka,"
I paused. Froze. The voice was right above my shoulder. Its deep timbre sent a ghost of shivers through me. The voice was familiar but tonight it dripped with something cold. Something dark. And it had my heart racing.
Involuntary, a shaky breath fled from my lungs. And a cold shiver rocked its way down my spine again as I heard him before I saw him.
I returned the empty glass to the table, and just at the same time I heard the harsh scrape of the chair beside me against the marble floors and the hairs at the back of my neck stood upright as the owner of that voice settled in it.
I didn't look. I was tempted to, but I didn't. What was he doing here?
I raised my glass to the barman, as he set a glass of vodka on the table for him, while I requested a refill. As soon as I had whatever he was serving me in my glass, I focused on it— tried to, while sipping it, a little slower than earlier.
But who was I kidding? My entire focus was on the seat next to mine. I only had to tilt my head a little, and my eyes fell on the familiar large hand wrapping the rim of the glass. They were large. Tight. And rough.
“It's a surprise finding you here,” The deep timbre of the voice touched my bones. And I was forced to shift my eyes to him. Lorenzo Russo. The sight of him was a visceral punch just like earlier today when Elena and I had met him to discuss her sisters’ disappearance from two years ago. He was a private investigator. Expensive as fuck. But the very best in his field.
My eyes moved up from the relaxed carriage of his arms at his sides —leaned on the table— the set of his straight shoulders. He wasn't wearing the clothes from earlier this evening, and instead an Italian-tailored suit, hiding what seemed like a lethal body to me.
“...All alone and at this hour,” He finished his sentence. His gaze flicked side and caught mine, heavy and emotionless as if he was looking straight through me.
Everything about him was different from when we had met earlier today. Almost as if he was a different man now.
Our exchange lasted only for a second, but stretched into slow motion, stealing a breath of air from my lungs, and trapping me senseless in his stare. It was ice blue. Heartless. Invasive. I had seen those earlier today. Maybe it was exactly what turned me on the second I saw him. But tonight there was something else licking to the surface.
He was all shades of dangerous and deadly. He oozed confidence and something dark. The aura of a brutal man filled with darkness. It should be enough to have me running for my geeks but I didn't.
I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and it was way past midnight.
“What can I say, I'm a girl that loves to have fun?” I brought my gaze back to my drink.
He ran his thumb around his watch as he fixed me with a stare. “Well, are you?”
The bite of his question touched my back as our stare stretched into a slow motion, stealing a breath of air from my lungs. “The very best,” But that was a lie. I still felt like shit and despite the buzz in the air, the alcohol still hasn't done any good.
My thoughts were instantly cut off by the ringing of my phone. As I glanced at it, the name Seline West flashed on it.
I declined it, bringing my gaze back to him while I fought every emotion from my eyes. Lorenzo held mine. They say they can always tell by the eyes. His were like ocean beneath eyes where nothing but the darkest creature could thrive while mine were a wide open plain and for a second, it felt like he could see everything. Every emotion. Every bruise. Every scar.
I averted my eyes before I drowned in his.
“Trouble in paradise?” His dark hair was trimmed short on the sides, dealt with no doubt by an expert hand. The broadest shoulders in a black suit molded against his toned body, almost like a second, perfect skin.
His face was symmetrical and flawlessly proportioned. He had the face and type of body women groaned over, and would beg for a taste, and his cold expression could never deter his heavenly features. Not ever.
I didn't look at him. “You got me. My boyfriend won't just leave me alone. Caught him doing the deed with some Starbucks waitress who served us coffee this morning,” I took a sip from my wine. “And I'm here thinking of the perfect way to get back at him. I have something in mind and I know you and I would enjoy it,” When my gaze came back on him I found him still staring at me. “What do say we take this conversation somewhere else, handsome,” I crossed a leg over the other, baring a generous amount of thigh. He ignored me. “No?”
My phone rang again. Seline West. With a raging sigh, I declined it.
“Well, your loss. Guess I'll look for someone more willing,” I looked over to the barman. “What time do you get off?”
“If you're in desperate need to whore yourself out, then this is the wrong place?”
My skin flared. I wasn't sure if it was from the anger from his rejection or the desperation that had been evident in my voice.
“Gosh, what a real shame. I didn't think with such a beautiful face you'd be this intense. Tell me handsome, when was the last time you got laid,”
He still didn't reply. Didn't even look my way. “Trust me you should do it more often. It makes you less moody,” He still didn't reply. I was about to speak when my phone flashed with a text. It wasn't from mum, but Francis.
Instant rage burned through me as I read through it, I picked up my drink and finished it, sliding down the stool. Lorenzo's gaze shifted to me as I closed the small distance between us. His eyes narrowed and without thinking, I leaned in, smashing my lips against his. And my body stilled instantly.
SKYLAR DUVALI was soaking wet and shivering when we got back to the penthouse. He tugged me inside to my bedroom, helping me to the bathroom. The air sat heavy with some unknown emotions between us, and somehow, both of us knew saying a word now would only congest it further.Another vibration from his phone tore the silence between us. He took out his phone and stared at it for long seconds.“Did something happen?” I shuffled closer. It was then that I took notice of his clothes and skin. There were dried crimson stains on his arms and a little on his neck. Blood. “There's blood on you—”“It’s not mine, Sky. I'm fine. Nothing to worry about,” I could almost sense the lie in his words. Something was going on. Something he didn't want me worrying about. He shoved the phone back into his pocket. “Have a warm shower, I ne
SKYLAR DUVAL“What?” I swallow over the tightness strangling my throat. “He's with Mona?”“Seeing as he isn't out here, he must be having a good time,”My breathing hitched as I tried to paste on a smile and pretend I didn't care whereas it felt like every piece of me was tearing up inside.Savio had brought me here so he could have sex with another woman. I didn't want to picture him in bed with another woman, yet the images bombarded my mind. I imagined his naked body and perfect muscles giving pleasure to her.“Are you okay?” Timmy almost stormed forward but my hand lifted just in time to stop him.“I'm fine,” I muttered. “Where can I find the restroom,”I moved my legs as soon as Timmy pointed to the other hallway. I measured my p
SKYLAR DUVALSavio barely talked to me for the next few days. Instead, he kept me at arm's length. We barely exchanged a word or two throughout the day. Most of the time he locked himself up in his room, working behind his computer and helping Dimitri and the others with whatever they needed.Sometimes it almost felt like he couldn't wait to be out of here, far away from me.I had really fucked up. I shouldn't have kissed him. I should have regretted every second of that moment, but unfortunately, I didn't. Because it felt like some fun within me had been awakened. I felt different. Good different. More optimistic that my missing friends would be found and hopeful of whatever future awaited me after all this was over. And it was all because of Savio.I found myself wanting to be better for him. To look my best for him.It was ridiculo
SKYLAR DUVAL“We're going with the basic move first,” I watched, arms crossed as Savio positioned his stance on the rug, spreading his legs a few inches apart. He brushed his hands together, his biceps flexing under his T-shirt. “If someone is coming at you. Aim for the groin if you can. That tends to drop a guy like a sack of shit. But if you can't, you can try a hammer punch,” He clenched his fist and made a predictable hammer movement. “Or you can make use of your elbows. Or the heel of your palm,”I watched in silence as he demonstrated every basic move I could make when faced with danger.“Are we good?” He met my gaze and I nodded. “Good, then practice on me,”My rampant heartbeat faltered. “I don't want—”“You don't want to hurt me? Don't worry about me swee
“What the fuck is going on Dimitri?” I kept staring at the women. Thinking about the hell that would soon break loose once Skylar found out about the news.“They went after the women a week ago, they've been missing since then,”“Fuck,” I scrubbed a hand through my hair and tried not to panic. “Why didn't you tell me, I could have been able to track them down,”“And let the girl in on the fact that her friends are missing. She'll fucking lose it, Savio. Trust me, you won't be able to control that situation when it happens,”“And now this situation would be fuckton harder once Skylar finds out—”“Savio,” My heart almost stopped as I heard Skylar's panicked voice from the living room. “Savio!” The urgency and fear at it's fucking maximum.I instantly disconnected the call, taking out my gun from the back of my jeans and I rushed out to the sound of the increasing television volume.I was hit instantly in the chest at the sight of Skylar's round teary eyes fixed on the television screen
SAVIO RUSSOGroaning, I raked my hand through my hair, hating every second of this as I stared at the screen of my computer. I had no fucking idea how Tonia Guerra and Paweł managed to still stay hidden even until now. The few places we had spotted her had been checked out by Lorenzo and his men, and there was no fucking trace of those fuckers.I pulled my cell from the back pocket of my jeans and scrolled to the app for the inside security cameras searching for Skylar, and instantly, I found her in the kitchen, preparing lunch.I couldn't deny it, I was fucking proud of her. Day by day, hour by hour she has started to open up. Gradually. The list has been helpful and her determination to get back on her feet was applaudable.I pulled from my chair, and left the room, crossing the hallways to the kitchen.“Perfect timing, lunch is almost ready” She smiled, noticing me. She was lighter today. Brighter. Her eyes had a healthy glow.I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, raking my
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