MasukNext to Aunt Alessia stands her daughter, Cristiana. Her face is adorned with an honest smile, but her eyes are giving away more than she wants them to reveal. I know what her problem is and that she’s hoping for me to solve that problem for her. And maybe I will. Even though I know it wouldn’t be a
Xavier might be self-sufficient to protect her, but I’m more ruthless. The fear of going against me has a stronger effect on people who hold a love for their lives and wives and children. And I wouldn’t hesitate to use that fear to keep my family out of danger. Xavier might be an asshole, but he’s s
“My world is a less scary place with you in it, baby. I will kiss you a thousand times every day if that’s what it takes to keep you in love with me for the rest of our days.” [VLADIMIR] "Do you take Vladimir Perazzo as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or
“Do you really?” I tease, although the insinuation makes my nerves tingle. I watch him take a sip before leaning on the railing and chuckling. “Enjoy this time as much as you can, because once we’re done with dinner, I’m not letting you out of my sight, out of my reach, and out of my bed,” moving c
I swallow. “What is it?” Breathlessly, I manage to ask. Grabbing me by my waist, Mir twirls me around and pushes my back against the rail. The cool breeze of the ocean bites my bare back even more. I shiver. But nothing matches the dance of butterflies in my belly. Or the way my bones tickle. When
[ZARINA] “Mir, this is...” I gasp. “Do you like it?” pressing those words into my ear, he grazes his teeth below my lobe. “...gorgeous. It’s gorgeous.” After our deep and long conversation, the previous night, Mir and I woke up with someone causing a ruckus at the door. It was only then it dawne
“Do you not like it?” I ask. Perhaps it’s my voice but she jumps and the fork in her hand topples to the floor. She mumbles something incessantly under her breath which I suppose is her apologies. From the corner of my eye, I see Rose hopping into action. In no time, she is by Zarina’s side, replac
"Target in sight," Vector informed while Mir heaved in a deep breath. Mir and his men had surrounded the double-storey building. The site was outside of Venice, near San Marino, on a private beach, owned by none other than Anthony Miller. Anthony Miller was an American, settled in San Marino after
[VLADIMIR] I’m nervous. It’s difficult to admit a weak emotion like this, but nothing else explains the way I feel right about now. I’m fidgeting. And that is something I never do. Save for the day when Hazel was born. Aurora was screaming like hell. I still remember. She was in so much pain. I w
Vector looked himself into the mirror and saw a tall man in a perfectly tailored suit. His eyes were sombre and dull as ever and not even a shadow of a smile attempted to venture anyplace near his lips. He appeared in all business, precisely what they deemed him to be. Before leaving the room, he m







