FAZER LOGINValeria pov My heart pounded so hard that I could barely hear anything else. My hands were shaking, my breath shallow. The syringe slipped from my fingers, clattering onto the floor beside the man I’d just stabbed. His eyes were wide open, frozen in shock. The girls stared at me in horror. I backed away until my spine hit the wall. My whole body was trembling. That stupid text replayed in my mind like a curse.‘I know where Sandor is, meet me at Quill Café.’ And I did. I believed it. I wanted to believe it. Now, I was paying for that mistake.I looked at the door. My fingers itched as I searched the man’s body. His belt had keys. I yanked them off with shaking hands and tried each one in the lock.The third key clicked.I froze. Nothing moved outside. No voices, no footsteps.Slowly, I pushed the door open and peeked into the dim corridor. It was empty. The flickering lights painted the walls a dirty yellow. Every sound echoed, even my heartbeat. Or was I overthinking?I moved fa
Massimo povWhen I got home that night, I felt strangely at ease. The meeting with the Southern mob gang had gone better than expected, and I was actually in a good mood for once. I didn’t know why, but my mind kept drifting back to Valeria.I told myself it wasn’t because I missed her. I just wanted to make sure she was fine. That’s all.After taking off my jacket, I went straight to the kitchen. I told myself I was just checking if dinner was ready, but honestly, I was hoping I’d see her there, eating or helping Priya with something like she sometimes did. The kitchen lights were still on, and the smell of fresh food filled the air.Karl was there talking to Priya, and when I stepped in, both of them stopped.“Boss,” Karl said, nodding.“Hey,” I muttered, pretending to look at the food on the counter. “Where’s Valeria?”Priya looked confused. “I haven’t seen her since morning,” she said. “I thought she was with you.”I frowned. “No, she wasn’t.”Karl gave me a quick glance, then loo
Valeria povThe message was from an unknown number. I stared at the message for a while, thinking whether I should go or not. I mean, I really want to find Sandor's whereabouts, but should I just leave when I haven't told Massimo?Who am I kidding, he's out with his mistress, probably fucking her in his car. I need to find Sandor. I got to the café and no one was there. The café was even closed. What the hell? Is someone playing a prank on me? This café is closed down. I breathed out heavily, slowly getting annoyed. I grabbed my phone and started typing to the number that texted me, but as I was typing I felt something prick my arm, and before I could even react. I felt my body go limp, and my eyelid felt heavy as darkness consumed me. ****My eyes fluttered open and my body felt very weak. The air reeked of smoke and blood and antiseptic and this place was no damn hospital. The type that wanted you to puke. I realised that I was lying on a sofa. I sat up slowly, my head was ringin
Valeria pov My eyes fluttered open, and I looked around me. I was in my room. Fuck, it was all a dream? After adjusting myself I fell back on my bed and drifted to sleep. Shit. I just had a fucking wet dream about Massimo, not even Sandor. And I'm not even surprised, because Massimo is the only man who makes my pussy rain, makes it purr. I've fantasised about him countless times. I tried my best to remember what his dick looked like, but I just couldn't because I was high at that time. Wait, so should I still go? I grabbed my phone and checked the time. It was already three in the morning, shit. He must be asleep by now. ****I sat on the sofa in the living room with Penny in my arms. I was petting her, and she was making a fuss. My lips turned up into a smile as I looked at her. She was so active. Just then, the doorbell rang, and before Maria could open it, the door clicked open. The first thing I heard was heels clicking before the person stepped inside. Zara stood there, wit
Valeria povDays had passed, and I hardly saw Massimo. He also didn't try calling back to ask what I needed, ugh, he's such a fucking jerk. He doesn't care about anyone but himself. I know I said I didn't want to see him, but I wanted to ask him about Arman, if he had anything planned, that's all, it's not like I miss him or anything. I heard his car pull in late tonight and I've contemplated whether or not I should go knock on his door. What if he thinks I'm throwing myself at him? I mean it's like one in the morning, why would I bother him? He'd lecture me about a whole lot of bullshit. But fuck that, I wanted to see him. Even though he ignores me and behaves coldly because he says I belong to Sandor, I don't fucking care. Because at the end of the day, he's my husband, and Sandor isn’t here. He might as well perform his duties.I can not forget about that night he fingered me. My body was on fire, I've craved it so many times, but I don't think he'd do it again. Why did he do
As the car stopped, Massimo waited for whoever to step out, and the person did. A woman in high heels stepped out, wearing a white fur coat and a nice shiny dress. Karl looked at Massimo with a worried expression. Massimo got out of the car, and Karl followed silently. Before Massimo could say a word, her hand swung across his face, a clean, sharp slap that echoed through the quiet driveway. His head turned slightly with the force, but he didn’t flinch.He wiped the corner of his mouth and smirked. “Wow,” he muttered, his tone laced with sarcasm. “What a nice welcome, Mother.”She took off her glasses and shoved them inside her small purse. “Why the fuck did you get married without telling me?” She asked in a furious tone. Massimo stared at her with a calm expression. “Because I chose not to tell you.” The woman raised her hand, attempting to hit Massimo again, but Karl caught her hand mid-air. The woman stared at Karl, her expression shocked. “Who the fuck are you?” she sneered.







