"Can we change the subject?" She said, She didn't want to talk about John or get reminded of her stupid crush on him. "Aren't you hungry?"Marcello leaned over and kissed the side of her neck, groping her breast in the process. "I'm hungry." He caressed her breasts. "But I don't want dinner." Running his thumb over her nipples, and pinched her nipple, a moan escaped Mariana's mouth and immediately he eased the pain with his tongue and sucked gently."Marcello," she moaned out his name while running her fingers through his silky hair. He swirled his tongue around her hard nipples, biting them, teasing them until they're oversensitive and Mariana couldn't help moan out at the delicious feeling."I want to eat…you." He said, kissing her all the way down to her chest to the top of her pubis. He brushed his thumb on her pubis and Mariana jerked at his touch. "You like what I'm doing to you?" He asked, still rubbing his thumb on her pubis."Yes, yes," she answered, moving her hips up and al
"No. There's nothing going on between me and Adriano." Elena told her.But Mariana still didn't believe what she was saying was true. There was something going on between them and Mariana was sure of it."Does Elena trust me enough to tell me?" Mariana wondered."You don't have to lie to me. I can see the way you two stare at each other; even at the gala." Mariana said, with a slight smile.Elena sighed and sat back. "W…we had sex."That wasn't the reply Mariana expected but she was glad Elena had told her.But, wait what?Wasn't Adriano betrothed to Elena's elder sister?"Isn't Adriano your elder sister's fiancee?" Mariana exclaimed, reaching for hand immediately."Yes, I know. It was a mistake, I mean no, it wasn't a mistake for me but for him…" Elena paused, realising she was rushing her words. Her heart tightened in her chest as she looked away from Mariana. "Gosh, I'm such a big fool.""No, you're not a big fool. Do you mind telling me what happened?" Mariana asked, worried.Elan
"Ahhh!" Mariana yelled, squeezing Marcello's hands as her face contorted in pain. "You're gonna be okay, baby. You're doing good," Marcello cooed. Mariana eyed him furiously, "Does it look like I am fucking okay?! This whole shit is your fault!" Mariana bellowed another yell as her breathing began to slow down. Marcello turned to look at the nurses attending to her in confusion. "It's okay. It's the pain talking," one nurse explained, easing Marcello's train of thoughts. "Miss Mariana, you need to give me two more big pushes. I can already see the crowning." "No, I don't want to. It hurts so much," Mariana shook her head as she wanted to sleep. "I feel so sleepy." "No, no, no. Don't sleep. If you sleep, your precious babies die and you don't want that, do you?" Another nurse questioned. At the thought of losing the babies that she had carried in her womb for 9 months, she took in a deep breath and pushed again. "Ahhh!!" "Okay. We're almost there. Give me a big push." "Ahhh!"
Bob down, nine-year-old Marcel Ferrari hoped no one passing by the dark backstreet could see his small form resting beside the nightclub's dumpster. The sideway and the club seemed busy tonight, but he risked it anyway. It was the best place to find leftover foods or drinks, even if it was dangerous. He'd heard shouts coming from inside and saw people going in and coming out of the club, even wealthy business men dressed in their suits but he decided to mind his business. He has always done so ever since the tragic death of his parents.The passage smelled disgusting, like garbage and death. But it was cool, and the roof above provided shelter from the drizzling rain.Soon, he would turn ten.He can't believe that it has been a year since his parents died. Today marks the first anniversary of his parents death. It was also his birthday.This was not how he thought he would spend any birthdays.He anguished at the outcome of his family. He'd watch a year pass by as an homeless orphan.
Marcello awoke with a jolt. Sweat slicked up his skin, leaving beads of sweat spotting across his naked chest. For a moment, he laid on the bed staring at the ceiling of his room.It wasn't often he dreamed of that night in Manhattan, not anymore. Sometimes it could've creeped into his mind and it wouldn't let go. The memory itself was a nightmare. That night, he had followed his parent's killer to his dwelling. Jacopo took him off the streets, gave him a home, but every good deed has its own price.Marcello released deep breaths, running his fingers through his dark hair as he sat up on his bed. As hard as he tried to tolerate Jacopo, he couldn't keep in the hatred he had for him. There wasn't a thing Marcello wanted for when he grew up in Colombo's household other than to get a lot of power to be able to get his revenge on his parent's killer.He started from an errand boy, to a chauffeur, to a drug carrier and now he was their consigliere. The third in command. He did a lot of ha
'Never said I was.'Mariana's brows pulled together."What gave you the right to be in such a place and pretend to be a priest?" He glanced her way, gaze lazy. "I came here for confession or isn't that what this place is for?" The most embarrassing thing about it was that she couldn't tell if he was mocking her or not. It was obvious he was. He had sat there pretending to be a priest while he listened to her embarrassing confession. His stare swept her from head to toe, burning her skin. But when his gaze met hers, watching her with hooded staring into-the-sun expression, waiting for a remark from her.They stared at each other. Mariana takes in his appearance. He was handsome and sexy. He had the kind of rugged good looks that belonged to outdoorsy men, like woodcutters. He was wearing an all black suit and a black leather glove. He wore black from head to toe. She swallowed. Black ink covered the left side of his neck. Warmth rushed thr
Her lips trembled. She didn't say anything.A corner of his mouth quirked up. "brava ragazza." Good girl.He spoke too fast for her to understand what he had said. But it was obvious he spoke in Italian. Very Italian. She stared at his lips, they looked luscious, and the Italian words pouring out of them was so seductive. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out.He dropped the gun from her waist."No one steals from a Colombo man." He turned to face Anthony. "Your daughter is coming with us. She'll be with us until you bring back what you stole from my boss."He turned to her. His eyes were unreadable.Lifting up his empty hand, he brought it behind her neck.Instead of releasing her, he tightened his hold."We're leaving. I'm taking her with me." He informed his brothers and they nodded their heads."Where are we going?" Mariana questioned."You are asking a lot of questions."They headed out of the church without anyone noticing anything amiss until they arrived
The maid quickly covered her mouth as she realised Mariana had no idea of the marriage."Excuse me." The maid said, rushing out of the room and locking the door behind her.Mariana felt like she was falling. There is no way she was going to marry that man. She'd rather die!The following day.Mariana could not even close her eyes, let alone get to sleep. She spent most of the night pacing the floor cursing her father and Marcello, hating her father.. How could he had done this to her? He couldn't have thought of a worse punishment. She was locked up in a strange environment, paying for his crimes.Marriage?To a consigliere, the adviser to a Mafia family.To him of all people. A dangerous man who had the coldest grey eyes she'd ever seen.There was a knock on the door and when she opened it she found a maid holding a tray of fresh fruits, scrambled eggs and a glass of juice."Your breakfast, signora." The maid said, smiling.Not long after the maid had left, another one much older arr