Luca“Don’t you think I deserve an apology?” I asked with a tight smile as he made a move to leave. Cristiano arched his neck to the side, the anger unsettling as he sized me. For a moment, it appeared like he wanted to chop off my head for demanding an apology for his stupid suspicions, but he masked it with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Why should I?” He asked with an arched brow, his eyes glinting with something I couldn’t pinpoint. I was good at reading people’s minds but right now, I was clueless about what was going through his. Why would he even think I burnt down the casino? Burning the casino would turn me into our family’s enemy. He doesn’t really think I’m a traitor? I chewed the inside of my cheeks in irritation, scratching the bridge of my nose. Knowing Cristiano, he would never apologize to anyone no matter how wrong he was. There was no point of hoping he would feel bad for his actions, but it still hurts knowing how little he trusted me. He pointed a gun at me
Cristiano “He will be fine.” Alessandro, our family doctor announced with a judgmental look in his eyes. I hummed in response, holding Ivan’s hand with a twisted smile etched on my face. I decided to bring Ivan home instead of the hospital. Taking him to the hospital will draw the attention of the rival family to him and I wouldn’t want that, especially with everything going on right now. “What did you do to him?” He blurted out, holding the tablet against his chest as I shot him a nasty stare. “He has bruises all over his back.” He added in a defensive voice. “You’re a doctor?” I asked sarcastically with a tight smile and he nodded in response. “Then stick to treating your patient and not interrogating me, Alessandro.” I spat in a cold voice, turning back my attention to Ivan. He jumped in fear, but quickly covered it up. “You’re causing my patient pain and I have every right to ask.” He defended, taking a few steps from me and leaning closer to the door. “When will he be up?” I
Cristiano I could hear his heartbeat drumming rapidly against his chest as he said those words. He was scared of his father’s reaction, maybe scared he would get beaten up for coming out to him. He probably forgot he was with me and I would never let anyone hurt him, including his father. “You what?” Ivan’s father roared in rage, shaking his head in denial. I squinted my eyes, pressing my hand against Ivan’s shirt. He looked away from his father, arching a brow in question. “He doesn’t believe you…” I drawled lazily, ripping his shirts open as though it explained my actions. He gasped in shock, fidgeting in my hold. I hissed in disapproval causing him to stay silent. “How about we show him?” I asked rhetorically, throwing the shirt to the floor. Loud gasps echoed from the room as they stared at Ivan’s back. The corner of my lips tugged up in satisfaction, slowly running my fingers across his back. “Do you believe me now?” I drawled lazily, pressing my lips on his beet-red cheeks,
Ivan “Where have you been?” My dad demanded in fury as I stormed into the room. I huffed, opening my mouth to respond but the devil behind me beat me to it. “He was with me.” He announced, making his presence known to everyone. My dad looked past me, his eyes hardening on Cristiano’s face. “So you were behind his disappearance?” He snapped, pointing his finger at him. Cristiano didn’t bother denying it, humming in response as he sat on the chair, unfazed by the tension he was creating with his words. Still didn’t know how this was helping me get rid of that crazy bitch, Bianca. “And why are you limping?” My stepmother asked, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. Mia must have told her about my affair with Cristiano. I didn’t respond, shooting him a dirty look. He must have planned on turning me into a cripple so I could stay by his forever. I lost count of the number of times I nutted last night. The craziest part was begging him not to stop. Like I was fucking passing out, yet I wante
Cristiano“Shut the damn curtains.” Ivan groaned, using his hands to cover his eyes as the ray of sun flashed over his face. “Are you eager to blind me?” He hissed in frustration, turning to the other side of the bed. I shook my head in amusement, walking over to the bed. “You’re giving me ideas, Ivan,” I say jokingly, running my fingers around his back. His body stiffened, but he didn’t resist. “I might just fulfill your wish, Tesoro…” I drawl, throwing the sheets off his body. “You won’t be able to look at anyone else if you can’t see, right?” My lips curled up as I stared at the whip lines on his back. His father would love my surprise. “Psychopath.” He muttered under his breath, but I heard it loud and clear. His words didn’t affect me since he was right. I crawled into the bed, snaking my arms around his thin waist. “I swear I can’t fuck today, Cristiano.” He blurted, squirming around my hold, I breathed into his ears, flipping us around. He cried in pain as his back brushed
Ivan “But you said—“ he presses a finger on my lips, cutting me off. I inhaled sharply, the bitter taste of the substance knocking my senses off. It wasn’t Coke. I had no idea what it was, but it was strong. Something new. Maybe one of Giovanni's new products.“I know what I said, Ivan…” he drawls, rubbing his thumb along my lips. “You’re going to break your promise to me tonight and get punished for it.” He smiles cruelly, tilting my chin up. “Why am I getting punished when I didn’t willingly break my promise, Tiano?” I asked quietly, taking my lower lip into my teeth. He groans, eyes following my every move. “Less talking.” He snaps, pulling me to my feet and straddling me on his lap. I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his neck. He hissed, his grip on my waist tightening. “You’ve a tattoo?” I asked, licking the inked part slowly. It was surprising he wasn’t covered in tattoos like most mob bosses, but more surprising that I was only finding an inked word on his neck now. We h