ELENA DUVALDimitri held my hand as he shut the bedroom door behind us.“Why do you have a picture, Ivan Gambino,” My gaze briefly went over the other pictures I had picked up from the table before leaving. Confusion etched in my face as I met with Dimitri's.“He's a Slovakian. Part of the Mafia. The Slovakian don himself,” Dimitri straightened. “He took over after I killed his brother, Boris Gambino,”A breath of air escaped my lungs in understanding. “The man who killed your father and brother?”Dimitri nodded once. His eyes darkened as he took the pictures from me, tossing them on the table. “Ivan’s plan has always been to infiltrate my territory, and he found the perfect man to. Zach. With the company as a front, he could quietly smuggle drugs and arms”“How did you find out?”“Zach had no choice but to spit it all out,”I didn't even bother to ask what he meant by that, I could only imagine.“Ivan’s in town. The report says he's been around for a while but smartly laid low,”“Unt
ELENA DUVAL The instant tension that followed the silence at Tiffany's threats was too much to bear. And for a second, sparing a glance at Dimitri and Lorenzo, it looked like they were thinking of a million ways to get rid of Tiffany without leaving a single trace behind.My heart skipped a beat, and my gaze locked with Dimitri's. It was a silent pleading against whatever negative thoughts he was having. Tiffany was my friend and I didn't want to have to fight him to protect her.The tension slithered with the ringing of the phone. It was Dimitri's.He let go of my wrist, pulled his phone out, and answered. “Dimitri speaking,”He listened to whatever the person said, sparing a glance at Lorenzo. “Yeah. It was the Slovak Mafia… yeah, so get your ass back here Torin,”“Mafia?” Tiffany's shocked whisper pulled my attention back to her. And I led her to the closest couch to sit. “What the hell is going on Elena?” Her eyes widened with fear as the second passed.“Tiffany, please just trust
ELENA DUVAL I lay on top of shards of glass. I felt brutal pain climb up my body. The slurry echoes of words and gunshots in the air. My vision was blurry. And darkness began to crawl in at every flutter of my eyes. “Elena, Elena,” I heard Dad's voice echoing around. I groaned, tilting my head to the side as I lay in the middle of the broken mess. I recognized where we were. In the family's mansion in Texas. But I wasn't sure what I was doing here. Oh yeah, I remembered. I wasn't supposed to be here. Mum had forced me to take Chloe and Zoey to her friend's cabin out of town to spend the night there. But I had driven back to the city upon hearing the news of my arranged marriage to a complete stranger. One of Dad's business partners. I couldn't understand why he had rushed into this so suddenly.Yes, Tyler had turned out to be a cheating bastard. He had been shamelessly fucking Nicole all this time. But that didn't mean I'd marry Dimitri Castello. I hated the man already. And right
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