EmmaI can't sleep; it's been two days since I woke up in the medical room, two days of unease and unrest, but even with how tired I am, I am unable to let go of my anxiety and upset to just...rest.I need the rest that everyone is preaching—Luca, the doctor, Niko, and Mass. Even Anna has come to find me to apologise, bringing me a pot of vanilla ice cream as I sat in Luca's office just last night. He was working, and I was restless. He demanded that I go to bed and that he join me later, but I refused. I presume he sent word for Anna to keep me company, but honestly, I didn't want to have a small chit-chat with her. I just wanted to bask in Luca's gaze, which landed on me more often than it did on the laptop he was trying but failing to work on.Luca's been pandering to my every whim; quite frankly, he's given me more to think about than ever before.Me—he wants me to become the next Don Moretta.Is that a possibility?Will Dimitri agree?More importantly, do I want that?It would gi
These questions are slowly killing me and multiplying in their ludicrous way.A slow form of torture that seemingly wants me to fall under its spell. "Perhaps she's always been that way. Behaviour like that usually begins early on. But people like Bianca learn to hide their true selves," Niko shrugs. His arm tightens around me, and for a daring moment, I allow myself to feel protected by him.This man—supposedly—is my brother, but after all that's happened, I'm not entirely sure whether I want to believe those DNA results. Frowning, I allow the possibility that he's not genuinely my brother to flit through me. Though we don't know one another that deeply just yet, I wouldn't want to lose Niko—not after he saved my life back at my father's compound, there's a debt in that service that I'll never be able to pay him back for, brother or not."The DNA," I question, avoiding his gaze as I talk into the garden. "Where did those results come from?""A private clinic. Why?" He replies."Cou
"She's my sister, Luca," I argue."No sister is worth the title when they take you to your death—.""I don't want to argue, Luca—" I dejectedly sigh. "Then let's not argue; agree with me. What does it matter what my father does to Bianca? She deserves it anyway," he grinds out."What about our men? The children...who's going to take over their care?""You," he shrugs, kissing down the side of my neck. He's aiming at distraction, and I'm not opposed to it. I didn't want to argue, and it feels like that's exactly what we're doing, even though it's less heated than I'm used to."Luca," I stammer as my legs go weak. He kisses that place—in the crevice of my neck, that has my body falling weak with the need for him to continue. "Do you trust them? Are they loyal? Bringing them here could help our numbers, and they know you. You know them; that will aid you in ruling us," he suggests between kisses against my skin."I haven't agreed to that yet, Luca""We need you, Emma," he whispers in m
Luca Emma eventually falls asleep out of pure exhaustion after we fuck multiple times. I hate that she went down and sought comfort with Niko, but I can't complain that she returned to bed to me when she could have stayed with him. I guess I've grown some since the other day. The old me would have marched down there to stake my claim. Instead, I stood on the balcony looking down at them, hating that his bad influence had made her take the drugs I'd been struggling to give up. She's right; of course, I shouldn't be smoking, especially considering that at some point in the future, there will be a child who needs me—all of me. I leave Emma in bed when my phone rudely awakens me. I take a long last look at her as she lies peacefully. She's been struggling; it hasn't slipped my notice that she can't sleep. And she's constantly frowning her anxiety as she overthinks. My phone stops me from admiring her, and the buzz makes me grind my teeth as I leave the bedroom to head to my offi
I can almost see the grin on his face, the emotion carrying through his voice. He's been holding onto that little ticket since allowing his father to live. Not that I'm sure Niko won't go and kill the man just to get out of this request. "Fine, Father, but I won't force him. Neither will Emma." "This has nothing to do with Emma. It's best to keep her out of these situations. And he has no choice; the decision has been made. I'll tell him when we deliver the men to your compound. The wedding will be set for a few weeks; I'll have word spread tonight. Everyone will know come sunrise." "That soon?" I point out. And keeping Emma out of such decisions won't bode well once she takes over from me: I wonder how he will feel when I reveal it won't be me taking over from him. I know Emma hasn't technically agreed just yet, but once her men are here and she sees how they follow her command, I'm sure her hand will be tipped concerning her agreeing to my proposal. I'm banking on her agreeing.
"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
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