Hello my lovelies! So sorry for the delay. As mentioned on my socīal medīa, I went on an early bday trip and got really sick. It may be covid, but I'm not sure. I'm still not doing my best, but I had to get this update out. I promise to try my best to put 1-2 more updates this week. I hope you all enjoyed this update. What do you think will go down now? XOXO.
*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
*Alberto’s POV* “Cosa abbiamo?” (Italian: What do we have?) I grunted, climbing into the back seat right after Francisco. “Russians,” Edgardo stated as I raised my brow at him. “The Petrovs to be exact.” Petrovs. That rings a fūcking bell. Francisco squinted at him for a moment before speaking up. “They are not trying to help us.” “We don’t know that,” I told him as I motioned for Edgardo to proceed. “This is not the Alberto I know,” he grumbled in response before the door opened again and Aurelio climbed behind the wheel, making Edgardo grind his teeth. “Focus,” I growled at Edgardo before ripping the tablet from his hands as Aurelio backed up the SUV. Edgardo cleared his throat and leaned forward. “The son took over recently after his sister went missing and his father started making rookie mistakes.” “Like attacking one of my warehouses.” Francisco scoffed. “I thought you had shīt under control here,” I growled, glaring at him as he rolled his eyes. “I did have it und
*Alberto’s POV* “Fūck, angel,” I groaned as I pushed her against the bed and ripped her tiny dress right through the middle. “I missed you so much.” “Padrino,” she cried, spreading her legs further apart for me. “I want you. Need you.” “Me too, angel. Me fūcking too,” I growled as I popped the button of my pants open and lowered the zipper. She watched me with hunger as I pulled out my throbbing cōck. The tip of my shaft leaked with pre-cūm at the thought of being so close to home. My cōck and I have never been so desperate to be inside of a woman before. “Fūck me, Alberto,” she begged me with hooded eyes as her teeth worried her bottom lip. “Patience, angel,” I hissed as my hand slowly caressed up and down her body. First my thumb trailed her pouty lips before my rough knuckles stroked her jaw and then her neck. My eyes and hands mesmerized at the beautiful woman before me. I’d never bow down to anyone but Isadora Blanco Di Luca. A fact that even I can’t believe crossed my mi