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Chapter 66: Borrowed Time
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Ricardo’s POVI walk down the stairs with clarity in my chest and victory radiating through me. I did it. Antonella canceled her meeting with Charles. The anonymous tipper. The bastard who thought he could sneak into my world, who thought he could shake Antonella’s loyalty.The night before hadn’t gone well with my mother and Nella, the conversation between us three was a disaster. But for me, I count the scoreboard differently. Antonella canceled. That was all that mattered. A win is a win.I smooth the cuff of my shirt as I button it, telling myself that today, finally, I will be the man my family needs me to be. No mafia business, no calls, no distractions. Just family. My children, my girlfriend, and my mother. I even repeat it to myself as though reciting a prayer: family first today.And yet, as always, Lana slips through the cracks of my focus. Her laugh, her body. The way she folds beneath my hands and then rises again like she was born for me. My dick twitches just thinking o
I Sold Out a Mafia Boss Chapter 66: Borrowed Time
Lana’s POVThe silence of the secret mansion is a living thing. It breathes, it whispers, it closes in on me. When Ricardo is here, the mansion is alive. But when he’s away, all I can think about is him. He fills my mind, my body, and my very soul.I toss and turn in bed, clutching the pillow he last touched and inhaling the trace of his cologne. My body aches in a way I hate to admit, like it only exists when he commands it.I squeeze my thighs together, but it’s not enough. Not unless it’s him.“Fuck,” I whisper, catching my breath.It's been merely 48 hours since I've seen Ricardo, yet my body is screaming for his touch. I close my eyes, trying to will myself to sleep, but all I can see is his face, his smirk, and his dark eyes that seem to see right through me.I can't take it anymore. I slip my hand under the waistband of my panties, as my fingers find my already wet pussy."Fuck," I whisper, with my hips bucking slightly as I start to rub my clit in slow circles.I imagine it's
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Ricardo’s POVI don’t breathe when I see her— My mother, Geo.Her white hair is perfectly curled, not a strand out of place. Her thin, red lips are pressed into a tight line, and her long trench coat cinches her frame as if discipline itself is wrapped around her body.She walks down the staircase with disappointment dripping from her eyes before she even opens her mouth.I hate Antonella for this. For dragging her here. For forcing me to face the one person I'm most afraid of disappointing.But I hate golden shitface more for giving Antonella the courage to play with fire like this. He doesn’t know what he’s done. He doesn't know the monster he’s awakened.Antonella doesn’t even like my mother. She never did. Geo believed from the beginning that we started too young, too recklessly. I was twenty-four, and Antonella was sixteen.My mother had warned me. She told me that family ties and a love that burned so brightly at such a young age can be a recipe for disaster when it comes to bri
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Lana’s POVHe guides me inside his secret mansion with his hand gentle and firm at the small of my back. My legs feel weak as he leads me to the sofa and I sink into it.He doesn’t say a word at first. Just disappears into the kitchen and returns with an ice bag. My brows lift in astonishment.Ricardo is always rough, always commanding, always passionate with a fire that burns instead of soothes, but now, he crouches before me like I am something fragile. Like I am breakable.“Here,” he murmurs too tenderly. He gently lifts the hem of my gown, and the cool press of the ice touches my thigh. I gasp softly. His fingers brush over my skin as he rubs the ice bag in place, with goosebumps filling the surface of my skin.It’s not just the ice that makes me shiver, or brings goosebumps to my skin. It’s him. His closeness. His scent. The way his eyes, when they finally meet mine, soften into something that looks like… devotion.He strokes my other thigh with his free hand, deliberately avoidi
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