LOGIN~ Zayn's POV ~I'm not innocent! I never pretended that I was.Life has dealt with me in the most cruel ways and I would do anything to survive, even if it means wriggling through dirt. I had no choice. A man like me who was born with nothing and has to endure everything…I can only keep struggling.The fabric of Rocco’s shirt was too heavy, too expensive, and far too large, swallowing my frame in a way that should have felt ridiculous. Instead, it felt like a warm cocoon. Warm….was a word I wasn't used to. It was strange but somehow it felt comforting.The shirt he picked out for me smelled of that woodsy, masculine cologne and the faint, lingering scent of the expensive liquor he’d been drowning in the night before.As the SUV glided through the waking city, the early morning light turned the buildings into blurry, golden canvas. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window, watching the world pass by, and for the first time in a long time, the constant, low-frequency hum of
"Fuck Zayn!” I grunted when he grabbed my dick.“You're hard aren't you?” He kissed my jaws as I pulled my head back. He pressed my balls with his fingers and I groaned and looked down at him to see him grinning.This little kitten was messing with me. “Zayn …”“I know.” He smiled as he kissed me again and started stroking my dick with his hands. I leaned into him, letting him work me.The sensation of the hot water combined with his expert touch was almost too much to bear. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, stifling a grunt as he worked me, his own breath hitching as I teased the metal in his skin, grabbed his boobs and playing with his piercings.It wasn't sex, but it was intimate in a way that felt almost more profound. It was like a shared secret in the middle of a storm and I loved every moment of it.The next morning, the sunlight was filtering through the heavy velvet curtains. I woke up slowly, feeling a warmth against my side that I wasn't used to. I opened my eyes
The door to the penthouse suite barely had time to click shut before I had my hands on him again. We were stumbling through in total darkness, a clumsy, desperate tangle of limbs and tongue.I didn't care about the expensive vase I clipped with my shoulder or the way my boots scuffed against the hardwood. There was only the taste of him…the whiskey, rain, and that faint, lingering citrus.Zayn let out a breathy whimper as I backed him against the wall, my hands sliding under the heavy trench coat to find the heat of his skin. I fumbled for the light switch, my fingers finally catching the toggle.The room flooded with warm amber light. I pulled back just an inch, my chest heaving, and I couldn't help the lopsided grin that broke across my face. Zayn looked like a beautiful, chaotic wreck. His sharp silver eye makeup was smeared across his cheekbones, and his hair was half-fallen out of its ties, spilling over his shoulders in fiery tangles."Shut your mouth, Rocco," he panted, his eye
Zayn let out a long, frustrated sigh. Then he walked toward me, his movements fluid despite the heavy coat. He stopped in front of the booth, refusing to meet my eyes. "I’m going to search you for your car keys, sir," he said, his voice polite and professional and that cut deeper than any insult. "Please remain still."I didn't move. I couldn't. Seeing him there, smelling that faint citrus perfume under the club's musk, made me feel a sudden, jarring sobriety. I watched him as his hands moved over my suit, his fingers grazing my ribs, searching for the key. When he finally found it, he reached out a hand to help me up."Let’s go sir," he murmured and Eve helped hold the door, but she patted my back as we walked past. He led me through the back exit, his grip on my arm firm and steady. When we got to my car, he helped me into the passenger seat and then walked around to the driver's side.The drive was silent for several minutes. The only sound was the hum of the tires on the wet pave
I swirled the ice in my glass as the bass of Elysium thrummed through the floorboards, vibrating in my teeth. I was four…maybe five whiskeys deep, and everything was starting to look unfocused.I was not one to easily get drunk, but today I wondered why the liquor was extra harsh on my throat.I felt like a fool. A massive, well-dressed, pathetic fool. I’d spent my entire life building a reputation as a man of steel, a Giordano who didn't flinch at blood or bankruptcy, and here I was, drowning my sorrows in a dark corner of a club because a red-headed dancer had looked through me and reduced me to nothing but a transaction. "You look like someone just shot your favorite dog, Rocco. Or maybe your heart."I didn't have to look up to know it was Eve. I could smell her expensive, smoky perfume over the scent of the whiskey. I heard the click of her heels as she stopped beside my booth, her shadow falling over the table."Go away, I'm not in the mood," I growled, my voice sounding rough.
The morning sun was too bright, reflecting off the polished hood of my SUV with a cheerful intensity that didn't match the heavy thrum of my heart. I’d spent two hours in front of the mirror, a pathetic amount of time for a man like me. I was wearing the navy blue matte cotton shirt Lorenzo had suggested, the sleeves rolled up to just below my elbows. Lorenzo said it'd make me look reliable. I’d even used a hint of woodsy, expensive cologne, hoping it would impress Zayn and stopped at a gourmet shop to buy a bag of snacks for Orion, a little thank you for the cookie he gave me the last time. I wanted to see the kid's face light up. I also wanted to see Zayn's eyes soften.I felt like a different person. I was even humming as I kept checking if my hair was perfect.But the moment Zayn stepped out of that crumbling apartment building with Orion, my smile grew bigger.I jumped out of the car, a greeting already on my tongue, but it died the second I saw his face. Zayn looked... guarde
"Watch where you're going damnit!" A deep voice snarled, "Are your eyes for decoration?"I looked up, rubbing my shoulder and I blinked as I saw the man in front of me. He was a younger, rougher carbon copy of Dante. Same striking blonde hair, same captivating, almost gold colored eyes, but set in
~ William's POV ~I woke up the next morning feeling disoriented and there was this ache in my head that just won't go away. I groaned as I got out of bed, took off my clothes and headed to the bathroom. As I stood under the spray of the shower, the memories of the night before hit me and I felt l
Before I even stepped out of the hotel lobby, my phone buzzed with a confirmation message from one of my boys confirming the good news. My seized shipments had been cleared by customs and were being driven straight to the warehouse already.I grinned as I rubbed my chin. The Minister sure was fast.
I strode into the hotel lobby, the scent of expensive perfume and polished marble filling the air. I told Liam to wait at the lobby with Marco as I went ahead with Antonio. The doors to the elevator opened with a soft chime, and we stepped inside. "Are you sure you're alright, Boss?" Antonio aske







