登入He came out of the closet three minutes later in different clothes and went the other way. The security guy followed his trail, switching between camera angles as he walked out of the studio.He cut to the camera that was on the entrance door. He walked then later paused on the door. He stood there for a pretty long time, probably talking to someone."Who the fuck was he talking to?",I looked at the security guy, motioning sharply with my chin. “Switch to the entrance door”Steven cleared his throat , hesitation crawling up his spine. "Don Alessandro, all the security cameras that show that side were damaged last night. We haven't had the time to replace them yet, we don't have the next footage."Silence filled the surveillance room like smoke, heavy, choking, and impossible to ignore.“Damaged?” My voice dropped low and colder. “Yes, sir", Steven swallowed"Did he come back inside the studio after?" I asked through gritted teeth."No..." Steven answered, "Only his other bag was foun
Paul, Leah and I laughed at an overly lame joke the President of the Senate had uttered.Paul Salvatore had invited the man into his house for dinner, because of the divorce idea I came up with. He was one of the presidents that Paul knew would help him take down Alessandro.Alessandro was now so dangerous to approach.Apparently in New York City, I was still the missing boy and unidentified driver Marco was still on the list of most wanted criminals. My so-called parents were still looking for me and my name was stamped everywhere, the government officials were on high alert for anyone named Nikolai De Luca.The second I'll set foot in my country again, the first thing the American government will do is cage me in a cell, arrest Marco if in case they identify him and alert my so-called parents hence alerting my psycho husband.Because we all know who those so-called parents work for. The second they'll know, their next stop will be Alessandro, the tornado of darkness.I don't want hi
I woke up with a start and immediately looked around my suite. The TV was still playing, the movie had ended a long time ago, and the popcorn and wine were still placed before me on the coffee table untouched.I sat up, letting my feet drop to the ground, and ran a hand through my hair. I got up and turned the TV off. I realized that I had slept through the whole day as I watched the night sky.I grabbed the bowl of popcorn and the glass of wine and went to the kitchen. I put it on the kitchen counter and came back outside because I was too lazy to do anything right now. I didn't want to do the dishes, I think I'll hire someone soon.Then I heard something and I stilled, I got rooted to my spot. My eyes darted all around the spacious living room. The sound was little, like a slight jingle of the keys but it was enough to alert all of my senses.There goes any hope of getting a good night's sleep.Then I noticed a shadow from behind one of the walls, I knew, I just knew it, it was him,
I felt a searing, intense pain engulf my entire arm.Could it be? Did he actually shoot me?I don't know if I was in shock, or incredibly pissed off or I wanted to murder him or fuck him hard till he passes the fuck out. Maybe all the options above together.I recoiled my hand from where Nikolai had shot me, layering my skin with a thick pool of blood. I couldn't believe the fact that he had actually shot me. And I just couldn't bring myself to retaliate.I don't think I have it in me to even point my gun at him...I looked at the blood on my hand again and then back at him, sitting on the bed, holding my gun lazily as if it was normal for him to handle guns.He stood up and all I could do was fucking stare at him. He stepped closer and tucked my gun back into the holster."Here, let me help you with that before you bleed all over my carpet," he said before moving out of the room and I followed him."Where the fuck did you go?" I asked.He looked at me from over his shoulder as we ent
I pressed the phone to my ear and sighed, shaking my head, "No...""Nikolai..." his tone was almost scolding."I can't, Alessandro..."He sighed, "It's just a charity event. I'm a happily married man, I can't show up alone."I lifted a shoulder, "Why would I accompany you?""Because you are my husband, whether you like it or not. Do you want other men or women to accompany me?" he asked.I pinched the bridge of my nose, exhaling tiredly, "Who accompanied you to these kinds of events when I wasn't here?""No one..."I scoffed, "Yeah, right...""I have pictures to prove my innocence," I could easily pick up the playful hint in his words."Then go alone again.""I can't...""Why not?!""BECAUSE I'M TRYING..." he yelled out, making me pull away from the phone, startled by the sudden volume and by the rawness of his voice that cracked at the edges. "It's fucking difficult but I am fucking trying, Nikolai. I'm trying to earn you. How the fuck am I supposed to earn you if you refuse to see m
My eyes narrowed and my teeth clenched together."You're going back to Sicily!""What?""You're going back to Sicily. It's Paul's order."He laughing scoffed, his eyes darkening with resentment. "What the fuck was De Luca doing in your bedroom, Nikolai? Are you sleeping with the enemy?""Why do you think that you can question me, Marco? You are the one who answers to me! I have had enough of you acting like you're the fucking boss here. You're the second in command, you'll always be the second," I stepped closer to him, glaring into his eyes, "You are going back to Italy and that's final. Go and pack your fucking bags!"He laughed, shaking his head, "Why the fuck do you want me gone?" he raised his voice as if he wanted everyone around to hear us.I gave him an impassive look, "Because you disobeyed a direct order from me and it's not the first time that had happened. I'm done with you not showing me the respect I deserve as someone who is treasured by Leah. Marco, I know that for the
RAYMOND'S POV .I flicked the light off for a second as soon as she came out. When I saw her wearing my shirt , l thought l would totally combust and needed to turn off the light to regain my composure. She looked edible and with in a second, l decided that it would be a rule that she would either
"Wait," I shouted before they could drag her out of the room.For a split second nothing moved. The guards slowed as if someone had pressed a hand against the world. Raymond's eyes bored into mine and the smirk on his face widened."You want to speak?" he asked, voice soft enough that it should hav
Light slammed into my eyes, harsh as the guards dragged me out of the cell.My wrists stung where the leather had been knotted; my muscles trembled from hunger and grief and the aftershock of standing when I no longer trusted my legs but the ruthless guards didn't care. They shoved me down a corrid
"Nobody runs from me, mate."His eyes gleamed in the dimness and a shiver ran down straight to my spine. I took an involuntary step back. The movement was small, but he noticed. Of course he did. Predators always notice prey that twitches.“Don’t,” he said coldly. “Don’t make this harder than it al







