ROME GRUNTED LOW upon waking up. He forced himself to open his eyes, but doing so just made him feel worse. So he shut them again and gave himself another minute to rest.
His head felt like it was cracking, and he was pretty sure that it wasn't because of a hangover. He owned a club. He would be ashamed if he died just because of Bacardi. Moreover, his whole body felt sore and stiff, as if he hadn't even moved for a month.
'A month?' His body immediately sprung out of bed with that thought. However, a sharp pain surged from his side and made him groan. Shaking his head to dismiss the pain, he quickly moved to the side of the bed and tried to get out of it.
He cussed between gritted teeth when his knees buckled under his weight. It was good that he could hold on to the bedside table just before his face hit the floor.
Dizzily, he managed to drag his heavy feet to the nearest window. Then, with his body safely leaning on the wall next to it, he tugged hard on the curtain and ended up cussing even harder.
The morning light blinded him and made him hastily cover his face. He waited for a few seconds until his eyes got used to the light. Upon recovering, he gave the view outside the window a quick once-over, trying to figure out where he was.
He saw some trees, and even more trees.
'Fancullo!’ He cocked his head left and right. His mind was instantly reeling from what happened before he passed out. Was he in his bar? Was he fucking some unknown woman's brain out? Or was he doing something else?
He punched the window jamb hard when things finally came back to him. He recalled being on a mission with his older brother, Adriano. The organization summoned them to take the good old Montenegro down after the man stole and swindled from the organization.
What did Alejandro steal? A code—the Amati.
It was a black-and-white mission: bring the Amati back and then kill Alejandro Montenegro—very simple! The only problem was that nobody knew what the Amati was, not even him or Adriano. According to the Mafioso, it was a code. Just goddamn fucking plain code.
Was it dumb to agree to this mission? Of course, it was! But then, who wouldn't dare to do the impossible if, in exchange for this mission, there was their Omerta? A sacred ceremony about finally getting their position as one of the organization's 'Made Men.'
A sharp breath escaped Rome's chest as his hand clutched onto his bandage. His wound just decided to lash out at him again, and the pain was enough to make him run out of air.
Adriano was the one holding the gun back then, as he suggested that he be the gunman. However, what was supposed to be a planned gunshot ended up almost killing him for real.
He was still busy observing the woods below when he noticed something was wrong. Someone was spying on him.
"Puttana!" Rome cussed loudly.
His trained senses were immediately alarmed and made him step back a little. Although still weak, his defenses were geared up. He stepped silently behind the curtain. His eyes were alert when he scanned the woods outside one more time.
Trees… More trees… And…
'What?' He quickly pushed the curtain out of his way when he found the culprit running into the woods.
He had seen hundreds of women, but that split second when their eyes met flooded him with so much familiarity. It was like he had seen that delicate face before, somewhere he couldn't recall.
He blinked and thought for a while. Then, as if something funny had just happened, a dangerous smirk cracked his lips as he watched the woman run like a thief.
Scorn! How could he be so dumb to forget that face? She was the woman who came into Alejandro Montenegro's office the day he was shot. Alejandro's only child
"Margaux Montenegro." He hissed her name, then smirked.
Well, if he was in the same place where Alejandro would choose to hide his precious daughter, then most probably he was in the same place where he would keep something equally crucial as the Amati.
Another cold chuckle made its way out of his chest. It seemed that they were able to execute the first part of their plan after all.
Rome let his eyes feast on the woman's beautiful ass as she ran. Then he looked down at the uncomfortable bulge that was confined inside his jeans.
'Nice ass, Montenegro Child.! I hope that you're strong enough for what I have in mind.’
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"SHIT!" MARGAUX'S SCREAM ECHOED through the woods when she suddenly lost her balance and almost crashed into a tree. Should she miss leaning her palm against it for even just a second, she swore she would need a face overhaul.
Panting, she looked down at the ballet shoe that was barely holding on to her feet.
'Very nice!' she thought. Her shoes just snapped at her at the most inconvenient time again. What was wrong with the world that it couldn't even produce sturdy shoes?
Irritated, she bent over to it, took it off, and then threw it as hard as she could against the ground. She was still panting when she leaned her back against the tree and ran her fingers over her face. That run indeed took the best of her.
It was a beautiful morning. The sun was mild, the wind was gentle as it blew through the rest of that woodland, and everything inside their villa was tranquil. Everything around her was beautiful.
However, she wasn't ready when something 'even more beautiful' caught her eye upon looking up at their second floor on her way home.
The first thing she saw was pure muscle. Yes, some serious shoulder muscles—manly, toned, and firm. Mesmerized, she couldn't move and just watched how that lean, hard body stood quietly on the farthest side of the window. He looked strong and dark.
She was still staring at him when his sharp gaze suddenly turned in her direction. It was as if he knew that she was sneaking up on him behind a tree.
"Oh, God! That was as keen as a sniper! How'd he know I was there?" Margaux muttered in a low voice as confusion flooded her. She was standing too far away from him. Moreover, the whole place was dense, with more or less a hundred trees!
With that still in her mind, she wobbly pushed herself away from the tree and began walking unevenly with one of her feet bare and the other still in a ballet shoe. The leaves matting the ground felt rough and cold as they crashed under her toes. Nevertheless, her attention wasn't on it.
Her mind was floating back to where she was standing earlier while secretly watching the man. Yes! The same brute who slammed her on the bed yesterday while forcing her to tell where the Amati was.
'Amati… Amati...' she repeated the word inside her head, trying to remember where she had first heard it. Then, as if something had come to her in pure surprise, she ended up tapping her forehead with her palm.
'Fudge! An Amati? Was he that heavily drugged?' With disbelief spelled across her face, she shook her head and thought, 'Amati means beloved! Who cares about his beloved? My father doesn't even call me one!'
THE DAYS DRAGGED SLOWLY for Margaux. Just like the other nights, she’d been twisting left and right for hours and still couldn’t sleep. Not knowing what to do anymore, she closed her eyes and stopped moving. But then, even pretending to sleep didn’t help—her mind remained restless and wide awake.Finally giving up, she grumpily sat on her bed and grabbed her phone from the bedside table. She checked the time and instantly frowned upon seeing what was on the LCD. It was past three in the morning. Although it was still dark outside, the sun would eventually show up in more or less two hours.‘Good job for another sleepless night, Margaux! Four in a row. What are you trying to do? Get a Guinness Record for not sleeping?’Annoyed, she rolled her eyes before sliding out of her bed. She marched towards the mini-living room with her phone in her hand, then made a free fall onto her luxurious cream-colored couch. Soon enough, she was already checking her emails on her phone as if she hadn’t d
"OH..." MARGAUX’S MOAN SOUNDED THROATY upon waking up. Her head felt like it was breaking, and she surely knew why. Getting hangovers wasn’t foreign to her since she studied in New York City. In fact, there had been numerous times when she came home crawling from wild college nights.‘Argh! Did I really drink that much?’ she asked before yawning and pulling her quilt up. The soft mattress under her was heavenly against her aching back. Furthermore, it had this delightful scent, urging her to bury her face in the sheets more. It smelled like menthol shampoo — fresh.Wanting to sleep some more, Margaux tried to curl her body into her favorite fetal position. However, her back and chest immediately ached as soon as she rolled to her side. Thinking that the pain was just due to an upcoming monthly period, one of her hands unconsciously groped at her swollen breast."Good morning, cara mia.""Good morning too, caro— Shit!" Margaux’s back sprung abruptly out of bed. Her view immediately spu
WHAT DID SHE JUST CALL ME?’ Rome froze while staring at the door. He wasn’t the type to be easily surprised by anything. But then, Margaux has been proving herself exceptional at it since last night.Smirking, he shook his head bemusedly and laughed. ‘Crazy woman.’ He didn’t lie to her when he said that she was still a virgin. The truth is, she was still technically a virgin until now.Thinking about what happened between them, he rested his back on the couch and closed his eyes. Then he cursed her name over and over inside his head after everything came rushing back to him like a tidal wave.At thirty, Rome had already seen and bedded more than enough beautiful women. None of them ever made him as hungry for sex as Margaux did, though.Women were nothing but cheap, disposable items to him. He used them once, and then he trashed them. But Margaux was like an expensive wine that not many people could afford. She was the perfect mix of innocence and wildness.Her lips tasted divine. T
IT WAS ALREADY PAST EIGHT IN THE EVENING when Margaux stepped out of their villa. She had been grumpy the whole day. Her phone was missing, and she couldn't find it no matter how hard she looked.To be honest, losing the phone was nothing. She could always ask Alberta or any of their guards to get her a replacement whenever she wanted.However, she was waiting for a critical phone call. What if Alejandro suddenly remembered that he had a daughter who was waiting for him to explain everything he was up to?'Dream on!' She rolled her eyes.Soon enough, she reached the hilltop where her treehouse was. She was still frowning when she dropped her bag on the ground and gave the whole place a slow once-over. She wanted to make sure that there wouldn't be anyone present when she vented her frustrations.She then knelt in front of her bag and pulled out a bottle of chardonnay. She opened it and drank straight from the bottle, like a superb drunkard.Getting her fill, she slipped the wine back
MARGAUX'S BACK BOUNCED against her bed after she made a free fall. She remained to stare at the ceiling for a while, as if waiting for something to appear there. Letting out a breath, she then pursed her lips while thinking, ‘Who the hell are you?’She had wasted her whole day surfing all the social sites she knew about: Facebook, WeChat, Instagram, etc.Her curiosity about Rome was ticking inside her like a time bomb. Still, she didn’t have the guts to ask him questions directly either. Instead, she opted to stalk him online, hoping that there was any information about him readily available. Her efforts ended up being useless. Finding anything about Rome was like finding a needle in a stack of hay— it was like the man didn’t exist at all.Rolling to her belly, Margaux reached for her laptop and started typing again. She badly wanted to know him. Moreover, find out about his connection to her father.She typed his name on the search engine for the nth time and waited for a few seconds
A FEW MINUTES AFTER she argued with Rome, Margaux found herself sitting in their living room. Her mind was a mess. She thought that both Rome’s and Alberta’s reactions were weird. However, she didn’t want to deal with them now that Greg was here."What are you doing here?" She spat, giving the man before her a disdained look.She had always known Greg to be a neat-to-the-dot type of guy. Thus, she almost didn’t recognize him when she came into their living room. He was outright messy today— a wrinkled shirt, a tired face, and unruly hair. No wonder Rome called him garbage."I came for you." Greg’s voice was low when he answered. He then pushed the box of roses across the coffee table toward her.Following the box with her eyes, Margaux faked a laugh and then turned back at him. "Aren’t you supposed to save those for my burial?""What the hell are you saying?! You’re my girlfriend, Margaux!" Greg’s fist banged on the table between them. Then he stood up and started pacing back and fort
ROME WAS ALREADY ON HIS WAY BACK when his body stopped pacing in the air vent. He then shook his head a couple of times when Margaux's name started ringing in his head... again.He was still annoyed with the woman, and he was trying to minimize his contact with her. However, how could he do that if he couldn't even think of anything else but her?Just a glimpse of Margaux shouldn't be that bad, right? He has no plan to do anything more than just look at her anyway. He should be okay— he better be. 'Darn.’ Rome was still frowning when he turned to his cara's room. He had no words to describe the need taking over him, but it was more than enough to keep him moving through that tunnel.He was eerily quiet when he stopped by the mesh-covered opening just above Margaux’s room. It had been forty minutes since he last checked on her. Trying to sense what she was doing, he closed his eyes and focused all his attention on what was going on inside her room.'Holy fuck?’ Rome’s eyes fluttered i
"SO WHATS THIS GAME CALLED? Who Wants to Be the Next Corpse?" What Alberta said made Margaux briefly pause from sipping her coffee. Shifting her attention to the older woman occupying the main seat of their table, she frowned, then turned to the man who was silently eating breakfast across from her.Romes calmness about the situation was unnerving. How could he act so casually while Alberta was pulverizing them both?Margaux raised an eyebrow and stared at him even more sternly. It was never in her wildest expectations that Rome would suddenly look up at her and catch her glaring at him.'Shit!' She quickly bowed her head and went back to drinking her coffee. Then, covering the embarrassment that made her blush, she straightened her back and continued eating her meal."What’s wrong with you two?!"Margaux’s and Rome’s plates shook when Alberta hit the table with her hand. And as if it wasn’t enough, the old woman began banging the table successively, causing their utensils to dance t