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25 | Pink Casket Flowers
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His Forbidden Goddaughter 26 | Coated Exit Strategies
*Alberto’s POV* “Join us, Mattias.” Santoro told his son, patting the seat next to him. It took everything in me not to pull my gun from my back and place a bullet in each of their heads. Especially when that asšhole pulled my angel with him to the table. “Solo un gioco, padre.” (Italian for “Only one game, father.”) He said, taking the seat his father motioned before his eyes found mine. “I promised my girl we’d spend the night together.” I swear on everything, I was fūcking seconds from creating chaos, but Isa cleared her throat before speaking. “You know that’s not—” She was saying, but the fūcker pulled her on his lap and placed his disgusting lips on hers, making her shift away uncomfortably. Even though I was mentally planning every second of this asšhole’s tortūre, I felt Francisco stiffen at my side. It was obvious that he didn’t like this shīt any more than me, making me even more confused about the fūcking agreement to marry her off. “Now, now, Mattias. You know
His Forbidden Goddaughter 27 | Death Wish
*Isadora’s POV* I stopped at the end of the hallway before taking a deep breath. My legs still felt shaky from Padrino’s hard fūck, not that I was complaining. But I definitely wanted to get this shīt over with so I could get home and receive my punishment. My body shivered in excitement just thinking about it. As soon as my eyes scanned the casino, Penelope’s eyes grew wide before she jogged to my side. “I thought he would kill you for sure.” She whispered as soon as she reached me, making me roll my eyes. “No, but his dīck sure broke the shīt out of my pūssy.” I replied, biting my bottom lip at the memory. “Dio, I didn’t need to know that.” She sighed, shaking her head. “Preparati. Ce ne stiamo andando.” (Italian for “Get ready. We are leaving.”) I told her as I continued walking towards the poker table that I had been at earlier, ready to get the hell out of here. “Così presto?” (Italian for “So soon?”) She pouted, looking over to Edgardo with a frown. “You will get
His Forbidden Goddaughter 28 | Unfinished Sentences
*Penelope’s POV* After Isa and her godfather left, Edgardo grabbed me by the waist and took me to the car. He looked tense as hell, but I wasn’t quite sure why. I thought he would say something as soon as he got into the SUV that he was driving, but he didn’t even look my way. He only gripped the steering wheel tightly, like he wanted to murder it. I kept glancing between him and the buildings we were flying past. Oh, I forgot to mention that he drives like cops were chasing us down the roads of Italy. I turned my face to look at him again when I got the impression that he would turn, making my eyes grow wide as I flipped my head towards the window again. ‘Dio mio, that couldn’t be more obvious. How fūcking embarrassing.’ I thought to myself. I know I have been flirting with him for a few days now, but now in the car, it was somewhat different. I felt embarrassed to even be caught staring. “Che cos’è?” (Italian for “What is it?”) He asked in his deep voice that made any gir
His Forbidden Goddaughter 29 | Whip Lashings
*Penelope’s POV* “Get back in the fūcking car.” Edgardo ordered through clenched teeth, making me close my eyes to control my raging heart. I was not expecting him to scare the shīt out of me. After placing my hand over my chest and calming down a bit, I opened my eyes and glared at him. “Give me my phone back.” I told him, making him chuckle darkly. I pursed my lips, considering what was my best option. Running was out of the question because of my hurt ankle and the fact that I was wearing heels. My asš was already slow without these hookēr heels. Testing his patience again was another option, but the way he was laughing wasn’t the ‘oh you’re funny’ laugh. I’m pretty sure it’s the laugh of the predator getting ready to feast on his prey. But I’m not one to back down. I never did with all those rich snobs, making fun of me, and I won’t now. “I said—” He declared, taking a deep breath before leaning his face inches from mine. “Get. In. The. Fūcking. Car. Penelope.” Clearly my
His Forbidden Goddaughter 30 | Exquisite Taste
*Edgardo’s POV* I had to kiss her. Her lips were begging for attention and I could no longer hold back. I know I always said that I had no time for any sort of distractions and, fūck was she a distraction, but it’s stronger than me. Maybe I just needed to fūck it out of my system, or so I keep telling myself. There was something about Penelope. Something that I couldn’t put my finger on, but was willing to discover nonetheless. I nipped her lips, making her whimper and drive me crazy. I was done holding back. I released her neck and waist, forcing her legs open to straddle me. “Edgardo.” She panted, pulling down on her tiny as fūck skirt. “Don’t.” I hissed, grabbing her wrists as her eyes flickered back nervously. “I like it when people watch.” I told her, making her gulp. There was something about people watching someone else in their intimacy, but not everyone understood that. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not a sharer, but I like to be watched when I’m pleasing a woman. “I’m
His Forbidden Goddaughter 31 | Asš Up, Face Down
*Penelope’s POV* Edgardo went still, making me look at his face with brows furrowed. “Edgardo?” I whispered as his jaw ticked in anger. “Doppia sicurezza e preparati a un attacco.” (Italian for “Double security and get ready for an attack.”) Edgardo spat, ignoring my question and pushing open the door. ‘Oh, we have arrived already?’ I asked myself. Damn, I must have been really distracted. ‘Of course, being a hoe.’ The little devil on my shoulder chimed in. Or maybe it was the angel. Dio, I don’t even know anymore. A rough tug forced me back to the present. “Let’s go Penelope.” Edgardo muttered as he drew his gun, looking all over the area before pulling me behind him and shouting at the others in Italian. What the hell was going on? “Edgardo!” I shouted, pulling my hand back, making him turn with a glare. “What the hell is going on? What did they send you?” “Penelope.” He hissed, tightening his hold on my hand, and pulling me against his chest. “Don’t ask fūcking questio
His Forbidden Goddaughter 32 | War Price Tags
*Edgardo’s POV* I looked in the mirror and rubbed my tired face with my callous hands. “Fūck.” I muttered under my breath. If Alberto was the fūcking devil before, I don’t want to imagine how he will turn when he finds out that they put a price on his goddaughter’s head. I’m not surprised honestly. He did shoot another capo’s son. But I was surprised that the message was sent out within a few hours after the incident. I turned the knob in the shower and stripped free from my boxers. I was testing the water out when I heard Penelope yelling outside my bathroom. Without thinking, I ripped the door open, finding her banging her tiny fists on one of our guy’s chest in annoyance. I crossed my arms and watched her fighting him. I was amused to see that she really thought I would leave her alone with the possibility of running out of my room. “Can you move your unnecessarily large body out of my way!” She hissed at him, poking his chest with her finger. “I already told you that
His Forbidden Goddaughter 33 | Checking Souls
*Edgardo’s POV* Before the two hours had passed, I was up again. When you are in this line of business, you learn to take power naps, not sleep, and that was exactly what I had. That was why our bodies were used to it and there was no need for alarms. I looked at the time on my phone and confirmed that I had some time to get ready. I gently threw the sheets off me before standing up. I looked back at Penelope and felt something stir in my heart. It was the first time in a very long time that I woke up next to someone. And it was the first time that a woman slept in my bed unfūcked. I looked down at my cōck and sighed. ‘I feel you, buddy.’ I thought to myself before shaking my head. Just because I didn’t fūck her, didn’t mean I cared about her. Sure she was beautiful and had an innocence to her that could drive a sane man wild, but that didn’t mean anything. I didn’t have time for her. I didn’t have time for relationships nor did I want them. It was clear that Penelope was one
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