ELENA DUVALIt was Thursday evening. But the winter coldness in the air followed me while the smells of hot coffee and Tiffany's fresh bread filled the corner of the restaurant we sat in. We were in Royal Haven, and frankly, I've frequented it more times than I could count in the last few days. Maybe because I had more free time on my hands, as Krystal Group was also currently being investigated.Though things weren't looking good for Zach Whitman, he hadn't spilled anything new regarding my family's case and the mastermind. Apart from figuring out the mastermind behind what happened two years ago, I also needed to clear my father's name. The world needed to know he wasn't guilty of the crimes he was accused of.I shook the thoughts aside as I sipped from my coffee. My gaze glued on Tiffany but hers was on the snow that fell against the window. I was surprised to see she had dyed her red hair blonde. I wasn't sure why either. She had been quiet since I asked her about what happened du
DIMITRI CASTELLOI ran my hands down her back, drawing invisible patterns while I marveled at her softness. She was so small and breakable in my arms. I could snuff the life out of her with little effort. The thought made something tighten in my throat.Her breath fanned my neck and I ran my fingers through her hair. I didn't know what else to do with this woman. Every time I saw her, my blood burned hotter, searing the word mine into my chest. If it were only the hot-blooded and possessiveness Castello blood in me driving this infatuation it would have gone away the first time I fucked her so raw, but it didn't.She shifted a little, her full breasts rubbing against my chest. Fuck. I felt myself go hard again. If I didn't think she'd been sore after what we'd done, I'd fuck her again tonight.Her fingernails ran into the hair at my nape and it sent a chill down my spine. Then she moved them to my chest, trailing my famiglia tattoo.“How old were you when you killed your first man?”
ELENA DUVALDimitri's hands sank into my hair, forcing him deeper into my throat. “Fuck, mia cara,” His groan curled up low in my stomach. “This feels so good,”His eyes were closed, head ripped back to expose the strong tanned column of his throat. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths; his muscles flexed every time I swept my tongue over the underside of his cock.There was something so heady about having someone like Dimitri at my mercy. I could either bring him over the edge or keep him there forever. His pleasure was entirely in my hands and the knowledge thrummed between my thighs with heavy intensity.I increased my pace, my hands working in tandem with my mouth and just when I thought he would come, he fisted my hair with one hand and pulled my head back.My noise of protest died when he lifted me into his lap and crushed his mouth to mine. His arousal pressed against my core, separated only by a thin layer of silk, and instinctively, I ground against it, desperate for
ELENA DUVALThis was risky. This was stupid. Maybe I knew that but I just couldn't stop the rush of emotions within me. I just couldn't ignore the text or toss aside the high possibility of finally getting the chance to meet the man who caused all of this.The itch was too strong to ignore. The possibility was too difficult to look away. Even as I stared at Dimitri's immediate text the second I forwarded the message to him, I still couldn't ignore the feeling. I couldn't.Dimitri's text had been clearer than the sun which burned hot and heavy. “Home. Now, Elena,” followed by an “It's too risky. Don't be stupid,”I leaned back into the leather seat, resting my arm on the window. The car was still on its way to the location the fucking bastard had sent. I could feel the heat of Allen's gaze through the rear mirror a minute after his phone buzzed with a text. I knew it was from Dimitri. He must have ordered him to turn the car around.“Ma'am?” Allen spared me another glance through the m
ELENA DUVAL “Bad news?” I took a few long steps closer to Dimitri's table, stopping in the middle of the office. My pulse fluttered in my throat. “What do you mean by that?”There was a long pause and I felt the hard, long tug in my chest. It was suffocating. It felt like death and failure.My fingers tightened around the straps of my purse. “Dimitri please, tell me,”A muscle in his jaw tightened and something painful passed through. “Elena—”“Dimitri please,” There was nothing physically holding me. I could feel trembling legs, attempting to give up any second. I couldn't bear the silence. And I didn't know how I'd survive what Dimitri had to say. “What happened to my sisters?”“We have a strong lead on Zoey, Luca's on it. We'll find her in no less than two weeks, I promise,”There was a heavy thud in my chest as another deadbeat silence lingered. It was Chloe then.“And Chloe?”Dimitri paused. His eyes hardened with a dark glow. “She was last seen in Montana,”I nodded, my throat
ELENA DUVALMy past held a little charm in my life, but honestly, that didn't mean I couldn't see the beauties in my complicated present. No matter how small they were. There was him. The idea I'd finally bring down the Whitmans and clear my family's name. And the exhilarating of them all was I'd get to find my sisters. I'd get to see them again.My heels soon clicked on an expensive rug as the golden elevator doors binged in its opening. I slipped the private key cards Savio had given me in one of my past visits. It was used to access the private floor of the hotel. I rode to the highest floor of the Royal Haven. One of the hotels under the Russo’s name.The hallway was still and quiet, and I found the usual two men always stationed at the front door of Savio's office.With a slight bow, they opened the door for me.An instant warmth brushed my sides. The whisper of a certain thrill leaked off from a corner of the large office.I glanced to my side to find Dimitri leaning against the