MasukAUTHOR'S POVValerio crossed the distance in a blur of pure, unadulterated rage. Santos barely had time to turn before Valerio's fist connected squarely with his nose. The sickening crunch of breaking cartilage echoed in the quiet night. Santos staggered back, a spray of red instantly coating his lips and chin.He touched his nose, looked at the blood on his fingers, and let out a dark, wet chuckle. "Come on, is that all you've got?" He rasped.He charged, but Valerio was no longer fighting like a man. He was a feral animal. All logic, all strategy, had been completely obliterated by the mention of Katherine's name. The blood rushing in his ears drowned out the world. He didn't hear Santos's taunts anymore. He just wanted to tear him apart.They collided with the force of two freight trains. Valerio threw a vicious, wild haymaker, but Santos ducked it, driving a heavy fist into Valerio's already battered ribs. A distinct, sharp crack cut through the air. Valerio didn't even flinch.
AUTHOR'S POV"Cut the crap, Santos. What the hell do you want?"Santos raised his hands slightly, a smile playing on his lips."Take it easy on me. I just want to help you."Valerio stared at him."Help me with what?"Santos's smile widened."You need to relieve some stress, don't you? How about taking it out on me?"Valerio cocked an eyebrow."Taking it out on you? How?""You know what I mean, Valerio." Santos gestured towards the building behind them. "There's plenty of space here, and all those bastards are inside having the fight of their lives. How about we have ours? Nobody's coming out here to watch two men fighting."Valerio let out a humourless laugh.As much as he enjoyed a good fight, he wasn't stupid enough to start one with Santos just because the man had decided to entertain himself at his expense.Besides, he had better things to do."Go fuck yourself."He turned his back on Santos and started towards his car.He hadn't taken more than a few steps when Santos moved pas
AUTHORS POV"Good. This is exactly what I was looking for."Vittorio's face twisted with anger."Fucking shoot him!"The first gunshot rang through the room.Valerio moved instantly, throwing himself behind the nearest metal table as bullets tore through the space where he had been standing. He shoved the table onto its side, using it as cover while gunfire echoed around him. A bullet struck the metal with a deafening clang, followed by another that shattered the glass cabinet behind him."Keep shooting!" Vittorio roared. "Don't let him move!"Valerio ducked as another round struck the table. He waited until the firing faltered, then sprang out from behind the metal barrier.One of the men barely had time to turn before Valerio struck him across the face. His gun clattered to the floor. Valerio caught the man by his shirt and shoved him into another attacker, sending both crashing against the wall.A third man lunged at him.Valerio avoided the punch, drove his fist into the man's s
AUTHORS POV Vittorio rose from his chair."You're making threats on his behalf now?""I'm saving you the trouble of hearing them from him directly.""How considerate."Valerio turned towards the door. He had said what he came to say, and he wasn't interested in wasting the rest of his evening arguing with a man who seemed determined to make a fool of himself.He had almost reached the handle when Vittorio spoke again."Tell me something, Valerio."Valerio stopped but didn't turn around."Does it ever get tiring?""What?""Being Matteo's lapdog. Running around every time your owner whistles. You must have forgotten what it's like to think for yourself."The room went quiet.Valerio slowly turned his head.Vittorio watched him with a smug expression, apparently pleased with himself.For a moment, Valerio said nothing.Then he smiled.It wasn't a pleasant smile."You're right about one thing," he said calmly. "Matteo sent me here to put you in line."Vittorio's expression shifted."But
AUTHOR'S POVValerio stared at the white substance in his hand, breathing hard, his breath coming out in short puffs.This was the third time he had cumed to the imagination of katherine in his head, and he was starting to lose his fucking mind.He cleaned his hands and self up, then leaned back, dragging a hand down his face. No matter what he did, his thoughts kept returning to her. The way she looked at him now, the coldness in her voice, and how easily she pretended he was nothing more than a stranger.He had earned every bit of it.Valerio knew that.He hurt her, then acted as though their night together had meant nothing. He had watched her face when he pretended not to know her, and had still walked away without explaining himself.What the hell was he expecting?For her to welcome him back with open arms?A bitter laugh escaped him.He had spent weeks keeping himself occupied with work, convincing himself that Katherine was just another mistake he could forget. Santos's endl
AUTHORS POV Matteo's tongue moved slowly over her nipple, cleaning the last of the warm chocolate with deliberate strokes. The heat of his mouth and the faint sweetness left on her skin made Riana's back arch before she could stop it. A soft, unwilling sound slipped from her throat.She pushed at his shoulder, though the push had no real strength behind it."Matteo.... This doesn't mean I will agree, we shouldnt...""Shouldn't what?" He talked with his mouth on her nipple although it was muffled. The sound sent a ripple current through her body, making her moan out."Fuck.." She hissed. "Don't talk with it in your mouth."Before she could say anything else, he turned his attention to her other breast, but his hands didn't stay idle. While his mouth closed over the left peak, his hand moved to the right. His thumb and forefinger rolled the wet, sensitive bud, pinching it lightly, matching the rhythmic suction of his lips on the other side. The dual sensation, the rough, direct pr







