FAZER LOGINANTONIO“You have outdone yourself this time.”My father’s voice carried through the room with unmistakable satisfaction as he lowered the phone from his ear and looked at me across the study.The old man rarely looked impressed. That was one of the first things I learned growing up under him. Nothing was ever enough.It was like ever since my mothers death I had been fighting for him to even crack a smile at me.Approval from Hector Valera came in scraps.Which was precisely why the look on his face now told me just how much damage we had done to the Mancini’s.He walked toward the liquor cabinet slowly, pouring himself a drink as he looked at me.“That was the fourth call this evening,” he continued. “Fourth.”I stayed leaning against the desk, arms folded across my chest.“People panic when supply chains fail.”“They don’t just panic,” he corrected with amusement. “They migrate.”He lifted his glass toward me slightly.“Four people from Mancini’s camp reached out looking to do busi
AURORA“You have been staring at your phone for the past ten minutes.”I looked up from the edge of my bed and glared at Clarissa, who stood by the doorway with a bowl of popcorn in her hands and far too much amusement on her face for someone interrupting my misery.“I have not,” I muttered.“You absolutely have.” She walked fully into the room now, dressed in one of my oversized hoodies and fuzzy socks. “At this point, I think you’re trying to telepathically force him to text you.”I scoffed at that immediately and tossed my phone beside me on the bed.“That’s ridiculous.”“Mmhm.”“It is.”Clarissa climbed onto the bed beside me, shoving popcorn into her mouth as she eyed me suspiciously.“It is very obvious you’re worried.”“I’m not worried.” I said, “That is a gross exaggeration.”I rolled my eyes and leaned back against the headboard with a sigh.The truth was that I was worried. And I absolutely hated it.It had been days since I last saw Antonio or even heard from him. Not even
“How the fuck did this happen?”Mancini’s roar echoed through the massive house.The crystal glass in his hand shattered against the wall an instant later, alcohol splattering across the whole floor.Nobody moved or even dared to breath too loudly. Everyone in the room knew exactly what kind of man Vittorio Mancini became when he was angry.And right now, he looked absolutely feral.“There is no fucking way,” he snarled as he paced furiously across the room, “that the police just happened to raid that warehouse.”His voice was getting louder with every word.Andressa sat quietly in the corner of the room, one leg crossed over the other as she watched her father spiral.Truthfully?She wasn’t even surprised.The shipment that had been destroyed tonight wasn’t just important. It had been extremely massive. Filled with weapons, drugs, and so many other things which she didn’t even want to think about. It was a payload that would have made them money in the hundreds of millions, and now i
ANTONIO“I certainly did not miss it here.”I said gruffly as I stood in the middle of the massive living room.The mansion hadn’t changed a bit since my father had brought us to live in it when I was younger.After my mother’s death, my father had moved us here because he said that the old place reminded him too much of my mom and he needed an upgrade.It wasn’t like he was even really here to live in it in the first place, and neither did I really. The motherfucker had me in every military training school imaginable after that and the few times I paid a visit he was never truly around.I poured myself a drink quietly before walking toward the large windows overlooking the estate grounds.I couldn’t believe I was back in Italy after all of this time of me trying to stand my ground and saying that I was never going to return.It all seemed so…My father entered the living room, snapping me out of my thoughts. He was followed closely by another man. A clearly older one with sharp eyes
“There is my beautiful daughter,” Mancini said, as soon as his daughter walked into the house. “You finally decided to come home.”Andressa rolled her eyes now, as she looked at her father who was standing near the fireplace in the massive sitting room with his arms spread wide as though he expected her to run into them dramatically.“It is not like you gave me so much of a choice.” She said, as she looked around. “Besides, I actually did miss home.”Everything about the Mancini estate screamed power and Andressa had grown up around it all her life. At this point, she had gotten very accustomed to being treated like the royalty she was. This was one of the reasons why she hated New York s much.Her father smiled broadly as he walked toward her.“My beautiful daughter,” he said warmly before kissing both sides of her face. “I missed you.”Andressa stepped away almost immediately.“I’m still angry with you.”“Oh, you’re always angry with me.”“You summoned me back to Italy like I’m some
ANTONIO“Antonio?”My voice echoed softly through the bedroom but there was no answer.I blinked sleepily, as I pushed myself upright against the bed, trying my best to take the sleep out of my eyes.The room was empty and for a second, I simply sat there in confusion.The memories from last night came flooding back almost instantly afterward and heat immediately rushed into my cheeks before I could stop it.I could still remember his voice in my ears urging me to cum for him.A small smile tugged at my lips now, as I buried my face into my hands for a second, laughing softly to myself.Then I looked around the room again wondering where he was.I reached for the oversized shirt lying on the floor and pulled it over my body before stepping out of bed.The soreness between my thighs made my cheeks warm all over again.I pushed the bedroom door open carefully and stepped into the living room.Sebastian looked up immediately from where he sat near the kitchen counter drinking coffee.His
SERAPHINA“You weren’t wrong about how good the food here is.” I said, as we walked out of the restaurant.“This is exactly why you do not argue with me.” He replied, “I know all of the best places in New York, even though I do not really have the time to visit them anymore.”“Oh, please.” I said,
SERAPHINA“Wow,” I heard Darren say, as he pushed the door of my office open and stepped inside. He was accompanied by that fly of his; Greta, who was always buzzing by his side. “That was honestly inspiring.”I looked up from my desk slowly, pen still in my hand as I met his grin with a flat stare
SERAPHINA“First of all, if you are being serious, I will have my legal team draft out a contract,” he said calmly. “You will review it with independent counsel and once it is signed, then we will go about the necessary procedures needed to get married.”As he spoke, I still couldn’t believe that
TRISTAN“You remember that girl from the club?” I began, as I dodged Julian’s glove which was aimed at my jaw and countered with a sharp hook to his ribs.“What girl?” He replied, visibly in pain.I had not known how to bring up the whole conversation since. It was better to just rip it off now ins







