Contract of a Billionaire : A Mafia Billionaire Romance

PROLOGUEThe rain pounded against the hospital windows. Exhaustion lingered in my bones. Every single inch of me ached.But the moment I held him in my arms, I knew he was my most beautiful creation.Dark hair. Stormy eyes.Though the latter could be the fact he was just born and they were more murky. It didn’t matter. He was utter perfection.Kol.It meant the dark one. It fit him. Kol Alessandro Corbin.Mom, Dad, and Branka stayed with me in the hospital through twenty hours of labor and many hours afterward. But I finally made them leave.They needed rest. And I needed alone time with my baby. To bury this longing ache that lingered in my chest.All these months and I still hadn’t been able to forget him. Alessio Russo wasn’t a man that was easily forgotten.Even with the words that still rang in my ears from our last encounter.I SMELLED the nicotine before I was fully awake.My heart latched onto it. Nobody I knew smoked. Except for Alessio.The silver smoke wrapped around the ro

My eyes roamed over the room where Branka and I spent so much time together over the last four years. It wasn’t grand or super luxurious, but I loved my room nonetheless. Pink and white bedding over the mahogany canopy bed. The antique white dresser and the vanity were the only other furniture in my bedroom.Frames with my parents’ pictures stood on the dresser. Our trips all over the world. It was where I got my taste for adventure and the will for justice.Nostalgia hit me. One more night and I’d no longer lay my head down to sleep under my parents’ roof. One more night and I’d be thousands of miles away.“I guess it’s part of growing up,” I mumbled under my breath softly.I shook my head, then took off my dress, leaving me only in my white panties and bra. Discarding it into my hamper, I reached for my dress, hanging it on the rail of my canopy with my back to the door. It slipped off the hanger, falling silently to the floor.Bending over, my ass in the air, my fingers curled arou

Before I could ponder the meaning of her words, she strode in slow, heavy steps towards her dresser while I closed the distance between my sisters and me. Taking Branka into my arms, Icradled her and pulled up the little shirt up to check her wound.“I-is she gonna die?” Mia’s voice shook like a leaf in the wind.I shook my head. “We have to clean it,” I told her and shot to my feet. Mia followed, her auburn mane a mess and her eyes watching me like I was her savior. I fucking failed. I always failed. If I was a savior, I’d have taken my sisters and disappeared.Forever. Somewhere where nobody would find us.A simple life. I could fish and hunt, feed them. I was good with building furniture. I could sell it. I could teach my sisters whatever I knew. We’d be safe; we’d be happy.The smell of smoke filled the room and I whirled around. My mother flicked a box of matches onto the curtains that were already burning and my chest froze.We’d burn. She meant to burn us.“He won’t hurt us an