"What's she doing here?" I ask, looking briefly at Bianca. "She will be returning with you; I've agreed to pay for her wedding as long as she keeps it traditional and plans it promptly." "She doesn't deserve—." "I've agreed," my father cuts me off. "Fine, but Niko and Emma are clueless. She stays with you until we collect their men." "Very well," my father nods. Pushing Bianca back inside the car. "See you there, Luca." Setting off again, we follow my father's cars to Rossi's second home. It's a grand house set on the hillside with acres of land surrounding it. Emma instantly perks up upon seeing it, and funnily enough, her men allow us entry as soon as she talks through the tannoy at the front gates. Driving down the long, winding driveway, Emma perks up even more. She obviously feels at home being here amongst her home and men. This makes me wonder how often she spent time here over the last six years, not a stone's throw away from my home. Has she been that close on
EmmaHaving my father's men bend to their knees in a show of respect is the most anxiety-inducing moment of my life. Here are seventy-three men claiming me above my sister when, in all fairness, it's her that's deserving of such titles as the Don. The decision was unanimous, and part of me gladly accepts the challenge of taking the title from Bianca as she stands by watching her future be flushed down a proverbial drain.In cases like this, when the firstborn daughter is married off, it's usually a matter of the second to set things in motion and for the men to choose their next leader. And right here and now, they've chosen me.The walk around my father's home is sobering. The men and women here have been in limbo for the last few days with no contact from my father or sister, making them uncomfortable and anxious. They all seem exuberant to have me here as I speak with the women, play with the children, and hold the babies.Everyone seems reassured by my presence, and that makes me
"So you then?" I note."He didn't like me kneeling at your feet," Luca sighs. "I haven't told him about my proposal just yet. He believes a man like me owes no one respect.""He's not going to go for it, you know?" I point out with a frown as we walk side by side, hand in hand. Bianca notes us then, bristling into the moody counterpart of my sister, whom I met only a few days ago. I would ask her what her problem is. Usually, I would try to fix it, but she's far from in my good books. And her insignificant mood seems to be the last thing I need to tend to. But even so, a strange part of me still thinks of her as my innocent little sister who needs protection from our harsh world."Let's get back in the car; we have much to plan and figure out. My father's coming home with us; we'll set the plan in motion and get things rolling. It's best to deal with this in a timely manner, Bambina. Leaving it too long to reveal your father's death will only cause more problems in the long run.""I k
"You must be wondering why I've called you all in here," Dimitri says solemnly, his gaze penetrating each of us as he looks around the room. Clasping his hand before him, he smirks when his gaze lands on Niko, who's not paying attention as he chews gum in the corner of the room. "It seems I now have secrets that need to remain hidden, a promise that I have recently realised I have no intention of keeping. Emma," he talks loudly for us all to hear. His tone is demanding and powerful. Our gazes meet as I turn my attention to him as he calls my name."Yes?""You'll need to keep your men in line and ensure they keep the blood pact your father and I had a secret. It's imperative to your relationship that you do this.""Blood pact? Okay—" I frown."Bianca," he turns to her ignoring my question, calling her name with malice. "You, dear child, must also keep those secrets silent. You'll be answering to me from now on. So you see, that's why I need to keep you in my organisation. I cannot trus
Luca Emma walks unsteadily out of my office as I stay back with Bianca, who is quite frankly growing to be a thorn dug deep in my side. I can't believe she'll be living here after all. And I cannot fathom Niko's upset at being demanded to marry her. He does owe my father, though, and when you owe a debt, it can be cashed in at any given moment, like a pendulum swinging above your head, slowly dropping until one day, it falls like a guillotine ready to end your life. Niko begged for his father's life, and much as my father has allowed Bianca to live, he allowed Costa to live. But in return, Niko swore to silence and knew he owed my father. I'm sure he thought that he'd never have to repay that token—yet the day has come, and his words bind him from years ago. He'll argue, I know he will, but in the end, he will do as asked because that's the future he chose. And I can do nothing about it, even if I wanted to help Niko. "Up," I spit at Bianca, walking towards her with my hand out,
Closing the door behind me softly, I ensure to take down the few dressing gowns off the back of the door, dumping them on the chair by the desk. I intend to use the mirror; I want to watch her watch me fuck her. Her attention barely flits from her book as I stalk towards the bed, and even less so when I start to strip with a serious face and dark eyes ready to devour her. Her disinterest mildly annoys me, but I don't allow it to dampen my mood fully. Smirking, I grab her ankle, pulling softly. Her body falls flat, her book forgotten, as she giggles with her arms flailing. "Luca?" She questions, my name coming out more of a breath than a spoken word. I drag her down the bed enough so that I see she's wearing nothing to cover her pussy. Fuck, my mouth waters. "I want you, wife!" "Have me then," she replies, biting her lip as if she's got exactly what she wanted. Ah, did she dress like this, hoping I wanted her? Well, it worked, more than worked. I would have preferred to find
"Please, Luca. More—." "Tell me how you want it?" "You, in—inside me," she stammers. "My fingers?" I ask, moving them back and forth, watching her arousal stretch between us as I tease her once again. "No..." "Then what?" "Your—." "My?" "Cock. I want your cock," she tells me quietly. Ashamedly. "I love your blush, Bambina. But you need to embrace your sexuality. I like my girls dirty." "I'm your only girl," she scowls. "I like you dirty," I correct myself, reaching for her. Aiding her into the doggy position, I face her at the bedroom door. Then I take my place behind her. I watch her in the mirror as she realises there's a reflection of us before us. I smile, knowing she's probably way out of her comfort zone. "You're going to watch me fuck you, and I want to see your eyes when you come," I stipulate. She nods, keeping her eyes on me as I fist my cock ready to line up at her entrance. She scrunches the bedsheet as I push my way inside slowly, her mouth parting. Her tee
Emma "What a lovely family reunion, yes? Have you missed your genitori, Emma?" "Yes," I nod. "We've missed you. Haven't we, Beatrice?" "Ye—ssss," my mother stammers. "You must be wondering why you're here like this. On my cell floor, Emma?" "Did I do something wrong?" I ask. "Not per se, but essentially. Yes." My father passes the gun to Bianca; she eagerly takes it, adjusting her hold clumsily before pointing it at our mother's head. Footsteps force my gaze from my mother to my father as he approaches me. He bends down, crouching low before me. Reaching out, he strokes my cheek. "Così ingenuo, così stupido," so naive, so stupid, he tells me. "Papa," his name comes out as I begin to beg. "Ah, always such a disappointment, Emma. Senza valore," worthless he tuts. "Mi dispiace, papà," I apologise. He cradles my cheek, lifting my face from my knees. For a moment, we locked gazes, and I felt his disdain filter through me. And then he rears back, and I presume he
Continued:Sven turns back to rejoin Bianca and me by the bed, and as I stand, I peep out the small window to my right. My heart races as my eyes dart across the street below, searching frantically for a way to get Bianca down and into another building safely, away from the danger lurking just beyond that door. Each hotel looks inviting, but just as with this one, its buildings are tall and overtly open."Not going to answer the door, Niko?" Densel's voice booms, dripping with mockery. I can almost envision the twisted grin on his face as he twirls his gun, the metallic glint reflecting the darkness of his intentions. The threat is unmistakable, hanging in the air like a storm cloud, and I brace myself for what comes next.Laying on the floor, hoping to crawl out of sight to the balcony door, I move precariously. Climbing the wall, with my back flat against it, I extend my hand toward the door, carefully unlatching it to avoid making a sound that might alert anyone nearby. As the door
Niko A profound sense of connection envelops us, and a look of mutual respect passes between our eyes. We've worked together long enough to know how each other thinks, which can only be helpful for the pair of us.In the background, I hear Bianca let out a soft sigh, drawing my attention back to her. She remains frozen in place, her expression a mix of tension and confusion. What is troubling her so profoundly that she feels compelled to stay anchored there, motionless?"I need a favour," I whisper."What is it?""I need you to go down to the Western to collect whatever Luca has just sent over." I showed him the phone, and a one-word message from Luca remarked, 'Done.'"You owe me," Sven chuckles dryly before picking his weapons out of the bag, ensuring they are full before he turns to the door, his hands on the chain, it hanging open between him and the door when suddenly, a sharp knock echoes through the room, jolting Bianca out of her reverie. She springs up, darting to my s
Continued: "Do you have money?" Sven barrages me with questions. "Yes," I nod, but in the same instance, I frown. It's all fucking digital, every last penny. "What?" they both mirror my horror. "Applepay, it's traceable," I mumble. "May I?" Bianca asks for my main phone, and I pass it to her without question. Only a second later, she turns it back to my face. She's downloading a banking app, and I'm not sure where she's going with this. "Use that," she stipulates with indifference as I glance down at the phone, reading her father's name on the card now residing in my wallet. I nod, but I'm not sure I will use it. There has to be another way; I think to myself as we walk in unison to the counter, Sven standing on our six until I ask him to step closer. "Do you have any cash at all?" I request eagerly. "No," he shakes his head. Swearing softly to myself, a profound sense of unease settles in as I contemplate the idea of using Bianca's father's money. The truth is, it feels li
NikoThis morning, an unsettling instinct crept into my mind—a gut feeling or perhaps a sixth sense—that today was poised to take a dark turn. With this foreboding hovering over me, I pulled Sven aside before Bianca even woke up. The weight of unpreparedness settled heavily on my shoulders. I had nothing that I usually had at my fingertips, and I couldn't shake the echo of Alexandra's words: living without permission but forever at the forefront of my thoughts.When I arrived on this isolated island, I came armed with the weapons that had adorned me on my wedding day—two knives and two guns with only one round in each, reminders of a day when I was meant to be the groom, not the protector. It wasn't until just a few days ago that I finally reclaimed my phone, another lifeline to reality.A wave of unease washed over me as I stepped off the boat. It felt as if I was walking into my impending fate. I turned to Sven, my voice low and steady, asking him to gather everything we needed to e
Continued: As I sat there, my mind wandered to Alexandra. Would she be joining us on the flight home? The mere idea of enduring her incessant chatter for an entire journey left me feeling uneasy. I could already imagine her animated and unrelenting voice filling the cabin as we soared through the clouds, unable to escape one another.My thoughts then drifted to Niko and how the familiarity of home might alter our dynamic. Would the ease we shared during this honeymoon transform back into the more complex opposition we had previously experienced? It would be disingenuous to say these questions didn't preoccupy me. However, Niko kept his silence, and I found myself caught in the web of my own musings, choosing not to voice my uncertainties. The air around us was thick with unspoken words, and I remained wrapped in quiet contemplation as we readied ourselves with Sven on his boat.The journey to the mainland was tumultuous, with the ocean raging against the boat's sides as we travelled
BiancaI hate to admit the days pass with blinding speed, but we fit as much sex and physical touch into them as we possibly can, and in the times between, we do a lot of talking, exploring one another and our future and how that might look upon leaving this island. We fuck in the hot tub, on the kitchen counter, with hushed giggles at the thrill of potentially being caught, fucking against the window I can't help but stare out of when I'm standing in the bedroom. Soft sensual sex in bed, hard fucking from behind when I tease him about something, and he just can't keep his hands off of me. That has got to be my favourite, but I've not voiced that to him.My sexual appetite has doubled, if not tripled, in such little time that I wonder where my need has arisen from. But similarly, our need to explore what one another wants to uncover itself.As our conversations flowed seamlessly from one topic to the next, we found ourselves wrapped in a captivating exchange that lasted two days. It
Continued:My previous thoughts of not forcing this on her and making her happy in our forced marriage chose this exact time to crop up, my teeth grinding in annoyance as I looked at her thoughtfully."Niko," she breathes my name, making me move to sit up further. Our chests come together as I reach to kiss her neck.I reach around her waist and pluck the bottoms bows just as she had the tops so they float off in the water as the bubbling swirl that's them under their wings."You're beautiful," I murmur against the skin of her neck."Please," she begs. Fuck the beg is almost my undoing; in fact, my cock pulsates at that one word, and yet I find myself exercising complete control to elongate this as far as I can.Instead, I kiss along her collarbone before moving down her breast, sucking her nipple into my mouth to pebble it. I rhythmically lavish it with attention before I release it with a pop so I can move on to its twin."Bianca." I grin when I pop the second one from my mouth. Her
NikoThe morning unfolds with unexpected tranquillity, the sun streaming through the windows and casting warm golden rays across the room that was yesterday shrouded in intense darkness. This ease, however, only amplifies my thoughts, drawing me into a spiral of self-doubt and guilt, haunted by the reality that Bianca faced danger because of my actions.As evening descends, the sky blushes with hues of pink and orange, and we find ourselves ensconced in the soothing embrace of the hot tub. The gentle warmth of the water contrasts with the cool air, wrapping us in a cocoon of serenity while Sven eagerly busies himself, constructing a makeshift bedroom for his stay. The humid air carries the faint scent of cedar and the distant sounds of nature, creating a false sense of security.Our trio had engaged in deep discussions about Sven's plans as we ate breakfast, each idea shared like a lifeline, reinforcing the belief that having another person around would heighten our chances of safety.
Contained: "Sure," Niko nods, touching his mug on the counter with a soft clink. "We'll try," I agree, though the truth looms heavily in my mind: a bond can only deepen with time, and it feels like we've had too little of it. I keep this to myself, reluctant to acknowledge that a part of me senses a wedge still exists between us. However, once we're back home with Luca and Emma, I'm confident we won't get close enough to others for them to attempt to pull us apart anytime soon. "I'll walk you out," Niko offers, trailing after Lucia as she strides towards the front door. The moment she reaches it, her men snap to attention, bowing their heads in unison—an unspoken testament to the respect she commands. Stepping outside onto the already warm, sun-kissed sand, I cast my gaze toward the water and see her boats bobbing gently in the surf. A few small vessels equipped with retractable engines lurk close to shore, while a larger yacht lies further out, seemingly calling for Lucia to ret