Hello readers! Sorry about the delay, but between holidays and the intensity of this chapter, it's been hard. I think this was probably the hardest chapter to write for me. I have to mentally transport myself there and it isn't pretty. Do you think Padrino will save her or she will find a way out? Were you surprised that Guilia was alive? What are your theories? Also, I will try to get updates for my other books out before to see if I can post an additional update on this one. Don't forget to follōw my f b, I have lots of surprises coming out in the next few months. XOXO.
*Alberto’s POV* “Please have a seat.” I muttered sarcastically as Francisco sat on my bed. He rolled his eyes before standing up abruptly and looking back at the bed with a scowl. He grumbled under his breath as he walked towards the couch. If he only knew… “How long?” He questioned, squinting his eyes towards me as his hands clenched on his lap. “How long what, Francisco?” I replied, crossing my arms. “Have you been manipulating my daughter?” He growled, making me shake my head. “Are you fūcking serious right now?” I gritted out before releasing a deep breath. “You know me. Be mad all you want, but you know I would never hurt my angel.” “I don’t know shīt!” He shouted, standing up. “I know that my best friend, my brother, would have never messed with my daughter!” “And that’s why I left.” I replied, pushing my hands inside my pockets. “But when you threatened me to get me to come here, I could no longer stay away from her.” “Don’t blame your perversion on me.” He fumed,
*Alberto’s POV* ~A few days later~ I withdrew my gun as I motioned with two fingers for Francisco to move to the other side of the door. My guys and his were already surrounding the building and were just waiting for my order to enter the club. It was early morning now and their guards had already left their posts, so it was easier to catch them by surprise. I lifted my hand to my ear as I waited for Ethan to give me the green light. “I’m detecting about fifteen, Capo.” Ethan commented through the earpiece. I nodded towards Francisco as he lifted his foot, instantly breaking the good for nothing door off its hinges and moving out of the way to let me go in first. I raised my gun higher, scanning the room for anything that moved. I was greeted by a naked stripper choking on some asšhole’s cōck. Without hesitation, I put a bullet through his forehead, making blood and parts of his skin splatter everywhere. It had been over a week since I last held my woman. Over a week that I wa
*Edgardo’s POV* It has been an intense couple of days, to say the least. I definitely don’t know what sleep is anymore. Alberto has been losing his shīt. More than usual, of course. He has been killing anything and anyone that he feels knows something or doesn’t about his goddaughter’s kidnapping. He doesn’t give a shīt at this point. He just wants to find her. By the time that I arrived back at the estate with the guys, Alberto and Blanco were already there. I put the SUV in park and leaned my head back against the headrest. “Not sleeping?” Paolo asked me from the passenger seat, making me turn to face him. “If Capo doesn’t sleep, no one sleeps.” I muttered before reaching for the cigarette that he was handing me and placing it on my lips. “How’s your girl?” He questioned, forcing me to squint at him as I put out the cigarette. “What’s it to you?” I hissed, making him laugh as he raised his hands in surrender. “She was always nice to us. Well, before you locked her asš up
PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS CHAPTER *Penelope’s POV* It was obvious that Edgardo was struggling as he led me to our room. I mean, the tent in his pants had me struggling too, especially after that hot kiss he gave me. Something about jealous Edgardo made the area between my legs clench with desire. I don’t even recognize the person he turns me into. Edgardo pulled me into the bedroom before I could dwell too much on the moisture pooling between my legs. I was about to walk towards the closet, but he stopped me by tugging my hand towards the bathroom. “We can pick something out after our shower,” he commented when I raised my brow in question. As soon as we entered the bathroom, he released my hand and made his way towards the shower, opening the faucet and checking the temperature after a few seconds. I licked my lips nervously as I waited by the counter. I looked into the mirror, making sure that my hair looked good. Don’t ask me why, after what ha
*Edgardo’s POV* I know what I said, but can you blame me for giving my girl exactly what she wanted? The moment I took in her intoxicating scent, I was a goner. Hypnotized by my woman and her perfect body. When she promised to let me know if I hurt her, I dug right in, not wasting any more time. Her fingers instinctively twisted in my hair, holding me in place as I parted her hairless lips with my tongue. “Mio Dio,” she gasped as I teased her swollen bud, feeling her arousal drench my chin almost instantly. I lifted my eyes, enjoying the faces of pleasure that she made. Her parted lips and her pretty perky tīts looked like perfection from my view, making me unbearably hard. So much for controlling my cōck. I knew I was bullshītting myself since Pen was a drug to me. I wrenched my lips from her sensitive clīt as I caressed the inside of her thighs. She shivered as my fingers slowly teased her until finding her drenched opening. “What do you want, Tesoro?” I asked her in a r
*TRIGGER WARNING* *Alberto’s POV* ~Several days later~ “Would you stop fidgeting already? I need to clean the blood from your knuckles,” Francisco muttered, pulling my hand closer to him as he pressed the rag on my cuts again. With my other hand, I lifted my glass of whiskey to my lips to try to make my body, heart, and mind numb. Nothing hurt more than my fūcking heart though. My angel was alone. Dio, what were they doing to her? I knew the answer to that fūcking question. I was even more certain when I received that message about her getting married a few days ago. I should have killed him when I had the chance. Now he’s touching her. Hurting her. A tug on my cup broke me free from the dark place my mind was going to. “You need to stop drinking so much,” Francisco muttered as Aurelio’s eyes met mine through the rearview mirror. “You aren’t looking good.” My gaze shifted towards Francisco’s, fixing him with a hard glare as he raised his brow. “She’s my daughter too. I’m just a
*Edgardo’s POV* Pen worried her bottom lip as her eyes took in the club. It wasn’t as obvious as other clubs I have gone to, but what happened within the dark walls was clear as day. I released her hand and walked behind her, slipping my hands on her waist as I pressed my already excited dīck to her round ass. “Are you ready?” I asked her in a low voice before catching her earlobe in between my teeth. “It’s a sex club,” she squeaked, making me chuckle. “Yeah,” I replied as she pressed her head on my chest and looked back, deep into my hungry eyes. “You said you trusted me.” “I do,” she gulped as her body shivered in my arms. “Good. Come on. I want to show you something.” I guided her towards the dark hallway that was in front of the exhibition lounge. I didn’t frequent this club, but I had come with the guys when we visited Italy a few times and the exhibition part of the club was my favorite. Of course, I’d only been a voyeur the times I came. But I wanted so much more than to
*Penelope’s POV* I don’t recognize myself. The fact that the little show actually made me so wet and Edgardo… Well, had me at the brink before pulling away had my emotions clashing. I was horny as hell, and I was pissed. How could he just tease my poor pūssy like that? She has feelings too, you know? I looked around briefly, realizing the little hallway was getting pretty full, and leaned into Edgardo’s face as I poked his chest. “You can’t just tease my body as you wish and where you wish,” I sneered, making him chuckle lowly, sending the vibrations right to my aching pūssy. Well, r.i.p. panties. “You sure about that?” He taunted as he wrapped his hands around my small wrists before twisting me around and pinning both hands behind me. “Need I remind you that you, Penelope Benedetti, are all fūcking mine?” I cleared my throat while trying to hide my flushed cheeks from the nearby onlookers. I wanted to kick him where the sun doesn’t shine, but I quite like his package and woul