Amy POVZander's fingers were still tangled in my hair, his chest rising and falling beneath me, warm and steady. The way he made me feel; safe, seen, worshipped, it was everything... at least I thought it was. "Marry me," he whispered against my hair."What?" I laughed softly, my cheek resting on his chest. He was insane, and I loved it."Tomorrow," he added, his voice sure. It wasn't really a question, more like a need for me to give him everything. "Marry me. Let's leave this ridiculous house behind and start the life we always talked about. No more delays. No more waiting. I just want us."I shifted, moving to straddle him, my hands trailing along his chest as I searched his face. My body ached, pussy still sore and used up in the best way... but I still craved him. I always would."You're serious?" I asked, breath catching in my throat.His hands settled at my hips. "I've never been more sure of anything. I waited too long for this, for you. I want you to be my wife. I want a ho
Michael POVMy head was throbbing, and the day was only half done. We moved to the table to enjoy Nonna's famous soup with family, but no one was in the mood for family bonding. My Uncles sat tight together, like three musketeers, banding together to take us all down. They could go fuck themselves. Paul quietly brooded, casting glances my way to say he was disappointed in me. He could go fuck himself too. Lucy still wasn't here, but I told myself she was fine, ignoring how my gut had been twisting from her absence.Vinnie was another story. He had that kid-like smile on, rubbing his hands together over the steaming bowl of soup. He could pretend everything was fine, that I was actually believing the lies he spun to me, but I was about to pistol-whip him if he didn't stop winking at me.Nonna moved with quiet precision, ladling soup into ceramic bowls like this wasn't the most calculated day of our lives. She didn't speak. Didn't look at any of us. Just moved, slow, steady, methodic
Lucy POVI locked my door and paced the floor. I was okay. Safe, technically. But it didn't feel that way.The air in the room was tight. The walls too close. I laid back on my bed and stared at the ceiling like it might give me answers. The sheets felt like a trap. My chest was heavier than it had any right to be.Somewhere below, I could still hear their voices. Or maybe I couldn't. Maybe the whole house was just holding its breath, waiting.I was supposed to be stronger than this.I reached for my phone without thinking. I didn't even know who I was calling until I heard her voice."Hey," I said softly.There was a pause. The kind that meant she already knew."What's wrong?" She asked, her voice so calming I wanted to let go and cry, but I didn't answer. The words were there, clawing to get out, but I couldn't speak them."Lucy?" She pressed."I don't know what I'm doing," I finally whispered through the phone."Is it Michael?" Vivian asked, her voice gentle but steady. That famili
Michael POV"Is that your whore you knocked up? Pretty little thing." Vito smiled like he'd just stepped on something soft and squirming. He'd found a pressure point, and of course, it was Lucy."She's not your concern," I snapped. Vinnie shot me a look that said easy, but I was already turning down the hall. "We have business to discuss.""I think this should stay between close family," Vito called, stopping in the doorway to my office. His eyes slid to Paul with that lazy death-stare he liked to hand out."He's my Second. You know the code." I didn't slow, just dropped into my chair and cracked my neck. Every word out of Vito's mouth had a blade tucked in it. He wasn't here to talk. He was here to find out where the cracks were, what made me tick, how far I'd bend, and where exactly my loyalties lie."Anyone can be Second," Uncle Bruno said as he brushed past Paul, casual as a threat."A simple bullet can end his reign, if he isn't willing to step down on his own," Vito added, lower
Lucy POVThe kitchen smelled like roasted tomatoes, garlic, and fresh bread, all the things that usually meant comfort in a home. But today, here, right now, even the air felt tight.Vinnie threw a dish towel over his shoulders, sleeves rolled up. "Soup's just about ready," he said cheerfully. "Nonna's been putting in the works. Chicken, leeks, orzo."Vinnie nudged me toward the island like I was some nervous stray he didn't want to spook. His hand barely grazed my elbow before he pulled it back, like touching me too long might break something."You're walking like you're headed to a firing squad," he teased, grabbing an apple from the counter and tossing it in the air."Maybe I am," I muttered, snagging a knife to slice an onion, like I belonged here or something.He leaned against the counter, watching me. Not with judgment, just that casual, annoying patience he always had."You don't want to be here, do you?" He nudged a little further. He wanted something and I had no idea what.
Amy POVZander looked to his cock and my eyes widened. He was fully hard again, that sexy vein throbbing and pumping all his blood south. He loved how I completely submitted to him, and it made my insides throb so hard.His fingers started rocking the toy inside me, forcing more moans and pleas from my lips."Please, fuck me." I cried out.He gave me a sharp gaze, silent but undeniable. He roughly grabbed my body that was arched backwards, adjusted me so I was leaning on my elbows instead of palms. His face was indifferent, pissed at me for some reason I wasn't sure of, but he also admired how I let him position me just how he needed. He grabbed his dick, his tip teasing my entrance. He was playing with me, testing me, and I was about to explode with frustration."I can't take anymore, Zander. Please, just fuck me." I begged, tears sitting in my eyes. But the look he gave me told me he didn't like my words. Without warning he thrusted hard inside me, forcing my back to arch more an