LOGIN“You’re affected, Red. I can sense it already.” He said. I wanted to deny it but I knew he was right. My skin felt warm, and I wondered how he could tell from so far away. “No, I need to sleep. I told you I have a presentation tomorrow, right? I'm tired, I want to rest a bit.” I replied. “You can rest after this. I’ll be quick,” he replied. I stood frozen in place. I knew he was only holding back for now. It was only a matter of time before he pulled me close. “Unless maybe you want me to call the others?” He asked, and I heard the threat beneath his words. If he called them, I would not get any rest at all. “No, please,” I replied, and walked over to him obediently. ***** Three men, one sheltered young woman. Ziyana never imagined her life would shift so drastically. She once lived a protected, privileged life until tragedy struck. Cast aside by her own family, she ends up in the hands of a powerful mafia lord — only to discover there are two more brothers. Ruthless. Domineering. Obsessive. The Niccolo Brothers live surrounded by danger and rivalry, and they refuse to let her slip away. Can Ziyana adapt to this harsh new world, or will she flee before she grows attached to them?
View More6 months laterZiyana The butterfly flew away just as I touched the flower it had nested on. I took the flower and smelled it. I had a copy of Simon Sinek’s Start with Why in my hand. It's been six months since the incident with Massimo happened.For some reason, my days feel better but my nights are much worse. Every night I dreamt of the torture and suffering from the hands of Viola. I still am not free from them but they have gotten better. I was currently seeking the help of a therapist. I needed one and so when Vittorrio bought the advice, I couldn't resist. I was in dire need of it.And the men, Stefano; he wouldn't stop apologising for all that happened. A part of me knew it wasn't his fault totally. He did send me out but didn't push me into Viola's car. I did that to myself, trusting a total stranger.The house has been dreadfully silent too.It was as if they were avoiding me. The amount of conversations we've had were limited. If I'm being honest with myself, I miss them
Stefano“Please tell me you don't believe this. Daniels suddenly sends you a location. Should I remind you that you threatened him a couple of hours ago?”“And it worked! I told you he had a hand in all of this.” I said.“And he's handing it over to you just like that? All because you promised to tattle him out? Make it make sense man,” Sal reasoned but I was done with that. Anything to find Red “Look, I know it doesn't make sense to you, it doesn't to me too but I have to at least try. If there's even a one percent chance that this is true, I'll take it and find Ziyana. I owe her that much.The rest of the drive was in total silence. I do not know what was going through Salvatore's head but me? I was busy praying that this was true. I'm not a stench believer in faith but I was ready to beg on this. I just want to find Ziyana.“God, I'm going to be sick,” Sal muttered as soon as we got down, walking towards the entrance. From afar, a car flashed its light to us. It was just getting d
Stefano.“You need to slow down, Stefano, before you get us killed,” Sal said cautiously.“Don't worry I have no plan to die, not until I get Ziyana back.”“Hey, watch out! How do you intend to do that? You almost hit that truck!” He shouted.“Good thing I didn't but you cannot blame me. You heard Massimo.I have no time to waste. The earlier the better.”“So where are we heading to?”“Something to leverage Massimo the way he did with me.”“Tell me this isn't what I'm thinking. We are not heading to Chiara are we?”Silence.“Goddamnit Stefano. You know the rules,we don't hurt kids.”“I didn't say I was. I only wanted to have a chat with her,”“The hell you do. I know you too well, like the back of my hands. You don't do chat. I won't let you hurt Chiara and her baby.It's evil?!”“What will you have me do! It's been 3 days. Now we know Massimo took her but I don't know her current state. It's messing with my head. I cannot do a thing without thinking of her. Who knows what Massimo has
Massimo“Tell me once again why he's sitting here with us. For all I know he could be a spy for those bastards.” Viola rolled her eyes as I spoke, unbothered by his presence “Don't be such a dick, Massimo. You have misunderstood the man. Enzo here is part of us.”“Us? How? When? I thought we had a deal. How come you bought a total stranger right into this? He's Salvatore's P.A. What if he's just playing with us? He could be doing this for some sort of promotion. Who knows what's going on in his head?”“You have no business thinking about that do you? If you'd like to know, I'm not pleased to see your face either. You are like the biggest piece of shit out there, you just haven't found out yet.” Enzo replied with sass “You see that?” I asked, facing Viola who had done nothing but grinned as if she was watching some drama.“This is what happens when you bring in a nonentity.”“You are the nonentity,Mas. I wasn't part of this from the beginning but I am now. Get used to this and stop w
Stefano “I cannot believe you collected this from them, you should have waited till I got back,” I said as I sat down behind my table. In the same room with me is Marcus, Vittorrio and Salvatore. Because I had other emergency issues to deal with, I had Vittorrio manage the club for me that night a
Ziyana “Why are you here?” I heard and spun around“That's no way to talk to me,” He said.“And that's no way to talk to your sub.” I countered, knowing fully I could get punished for talking back at him. “You talked down on me, neglected me for days as if I do not exist and now you are here to do
Ziyana I only wanted to catch him unaware. He's been away for two days and during those times I actually missed seeing him around. Although he's mostly grumpy around the house, there's something soothing about him. Even though he tries to not show it too much, he does care, from making use of Glad
Salvatore The backyard of our home buzzed with excitement as we all rejoiced on the success of the operation. Every corner had men pouring whisky into their glasses and drinking it. Others drank beer directly from the bottle while some others recounted the event. Our storage house is full of armed
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