“Were you eavesdropping on us or something?” Carol asked, looking at her like she had just developed two ugly-looking heads.“No!” Veronica yelled immediately, tilting her head and crossing her arms in disbelief. “It was a simple mistake and nothing more,” She muttered.“Well, then have your eyes fixed in the right place next time you move,” Carol mumbled and made to leave but Veronica called her back.Carol paused her movement, rolling her eyes in her socket like they would jump out and fall off any moment yet she didn’t turn to look in Veronica’s direction.“I said I was sorry, Carol. It was not intentional,” She pleaded with a soft voice but the mere sound of her voice appalled her Carol in no small way.“I heard you and I am sorry too for putting you in that situation,” Carol barely muttered the apology to Veronica before slipping away.“Clara, come clean this up immediately,” She ordered, dropping the glass cup in her hand on the minibar counter, her footsteps echoing softly up t
The next morning, the house was buzzing with its usual rhythm, but I wasn’t paying attention to the clatter of dishes or the shuffle of footsteps. Neither was I even ready to cross paths with Veronica. All I wanted was to saunter into the kitchen, get my cup of freshly juiced pineapple drink and dash back to my room for some facials but the winds danced in my favor. As I moved down the stairs and headed for the kitchen which was on the ground floor where Antonio had his study situated, my ears caught some interesting news that left me stylishly eavesdropping for more.From where I stood, half-hidden near the door of Antonio’s study, I could hear his voice as he spoke and even though it was low, it still wasn’t muffled. He spoke in the usual way he always sounded when he was giving instructions to his men but this time it was only Marco who was there with him.“I’ll be leaving later today,” he was saying. “Business trip. I won’t be back until the day after tomorrow,” he announced wi
I was too scared to open the message that had just popped up on the tablet no matter how drawn I was to do so. I contemplated in my heart what the worst could be as I bit my lip like one would do when something of great value had been forgotten.“Ce…sa..re…Ro…set…ti,” I managed to read out from the letters that were self-revealing without touching the main message.“Cesare Rosetti,” I pronounced the words fully, contorting my brows a bit as though it would help me to know the bearer of the name that sounded exactly like my surname. I gave little thought to it and continued.After all, my husband was the leader of a notorious organization and to be able to pull that successfully, he must really know a lot of big fishes. I looked at the messages and still didn’t click on it till another one popped up but this time it was an address.Since the tablet was in my hands when it entered, I had the privilege of seeing the whole message before it folded up into a clickable notification box at
“Ermmmm….”“Listen up you three,” I cut in, stroking his chin as I breathed heavily before speaking. “It seems you all are missing something here and need I remind you that your loyalty is to me and none other. Even though you are acting as undercover out there, you owe me everything I ask of.” I explained, only to look at my screen and realize that I had been disconnected. I wondered what was happening so I pulled the laptop closer, opened the encrypted line, and waited for the screen to connect again.The face of one of the men who goes by the name Franco appeared, grainy in the poor lighting of his location yet again. “Talk,” I ordered, my tone sharper than I intended.Franco swallowed. His gaze shifted offscreen as if someone stood nearby, then returned to me. “Boss… the place we traced, the cottage…it wasn’t just some forgotten hideout. Someone had been maintaining it long after Rosetti’s death, not just for weeks but for years.”“You have told me this before, get straight to i
I stormed out of Clara’s room, the taste of her still on my lips, but fury already burning through my chest. The sound downstairs had shaken the house like a warning, and I knew better than to ignore it. My steps pounded against the hallway floor as I made my way to the landing. Through the high windows, I caught sight of shadows moving. Marco and his men. I didn’t need to step outside to know it was them. They were already parading the grounds, making a show of force as if to remind everyone inside whose presence loomed over this house But my eyes didn’t stay there. They shifted and then my heart stuttered.Luca stood at the doorpost of Veronica’s room. He looked sharp and rigid, like a soldier bracing for impact. His eyes cut to me as I approached, and I knew before he opened his mouth that fire was coming.“What happened?” I demanded, my voice rougher than I intended. My gaze flicked past him, to the pale figure slumped against the bedpost inside. “Did she faint again?”Luca’s
“What the fuck is going on downstairs?” He mumbled, still lost in thrusting his cock in and out of her like he wanted to get every last drop of pleasure. He pinned her hands above her head to keep her from struggling. Breathing hard, Carol could see already that he was torn between his desire and the reality hammering at the door. Here was a man who wanted control of her battling with the man who hated losing control of anything, including her. Carol flinched at the second loud bang, her body tensing beneath Antonio’s weight. His lips had been at her collarbone only a moment ago, the heat of his breath stirring something long buried inside her but the sound and the sheer violence of it, cut through the haze. Antonio growled in frustration, burying his face in the crook of her neck.“Don’t,” he muttered, almost like a command, his hand pressing against her hip as if to hold her there, as if to insist that whatever was outside was not important.Carol’s fingers, which had been clutc