AGOSTI
The ride back home was extremely quiet while I tried to think about the recent turn of events and how possible it was that the one person in the world that I had fucked in Las Vegas was now about to marry my son.
I knew I had to end the marriage immediately. She was no longer fit to be my son’s wife especially with what I knew about her but I could not bring myself to say it.
“Isabella is not bad for a wife” Luca commented some minutes later.
I grunted a response, wondering if I should let him know now that I would never allow him marry that slut.
“She has a calm personality and I think she and I would get along swell as husband and wife”
I wondered if he was goading me… seeing what I would say about the whole marriage or maybe he wanted to know what she and I discussed in the gardens either ways I realized that I should not end the marriage until I discovered what kind of person Rachael… Isabella was.
“You have not said anything since we left” Luca commented.
“There is nothing for me to say”
“Which is so unlike you” He paused, turning to me. “Do you know Isabella?” He asked
“No” I grunted
“I overheard you call her Rachael”
I stilled, turning furious eyes to him.
“You eavesdropped on my conversation? What manners have I taught you over the years, Luca Deville”
“I could not help it and I only heard you call her Rachael, the rest of your conversation was a blur”
“I mistook her for someone I used to know” I settled back in my seat.
“You mean someone you have fucked?”
“Foul language, son”
“Are you kidding me?” Luca snorted. “You use fuck a lot and I am not allowed to use it? Have you fucked her? I am not going to marry a woman you have fucked so please tell me now”
“I have not” I lied. “I made a mistake and I infact do not know Isabella so you can fucking simmer down, son” I snapped.
He sighed but said nothing and the rest of the journey continued in silence.
I wondered why I had told a lie and tried to reassure myself with the fact that I wanted to make the investigation into what kind of person she was before I blew the whistle on what happened. Or maybe it was the fact that I knew Luca would never understand that it meant nothing and I had no idea who she was before today.
“Get me Mario” I nodded towards Luca who excused himself after we arrived.
I stepped into my study and waited patiently for my private investigator. If there was someone who could get me the truth then it would have to be him and I also wanted him to follow her. I wanted every dirt there was to know on Isabella Romano and then I would come clean to my son.
“You summoned me?” Mario asked upon entry.
“I need you to investigate someone for me and I want it to be as discreet as possible”
He nodded, flipping out a jotter.
“Isabella Rachael Romano” I called out
“Isn’t that the woman Luca is to marry? You don’t think she is the right fit?”
“You are not paid to ask me fucking questions, Mario. Now get to work and be back within 24 hours. I want to know everything there is to know about her, where she goes, the individuals she speaks to, who gave her her first kiss, where she takes a fucking piss and when she sleeps.”
He bowed slightly and exited the room.
I rose, walking straight to my room and locking it behind me.
The suit jacket I wore the previous day with red lace peeking out from its pocket, taunting me.
Isabella
It was a beautiful name… even better than Rachael in my books.
I shook my head, jolting myself out of the mudane thoughts of thinking about her. If the investigations went well, then she was going to be my son’s wife and I was going to chalk up our escapade to something that never happened.
It did not help that I somehow could still taste her warm sweetness.
I slid to the island, grabbing a drink, pouring it in a glass and emptying its content down my throat.
What had been the fucking odds
There was no possible ways I could think about it that made any sense to me as to how she was the one that night.
My phone trilled, stopping me in my stride.
“Agosti Deville” I muttered into the receiver.
“This is Isabella and I… we have to talk” Her soft voice came on.
“There is nothing to talk about, Rachael”
“My name is Isabella” She insisted.
“If you insist then we have nothing more to say”
“What?” She stuttered. “You all but threatened me and now we have nothing to say to each other? One of us should tell Luca about what happened and my parents…Oh God, my parents will flip and…”
“Your parents are going to fucking disown you so I suggest you keep your mouth shut” I barked
I could hear her breathe in the background and it made me remember her gasp and the way her lips had parted when my tongue licked…
“But…” she argued, her voice bringing me back to reality.
“It meant nothing… wasn’t that what you said to me earlier?” I interrupted.
“Yes but we…”
“Then we agree. Goodbye, Isabella and do not call me ever again”
I slid the phone closed, the blood pumping through my veins at the sound of the beep to indicate she had been cut off.
She was right about explaining the situation but I knew I was never going to see her again and her parents will no doubt ship her off to some remote island.
No!
She was going to marry my son and then… then maybe I would have my fun with her.
ISABELLASPAIN 17: 30TWO DAYS AFTER There was only one thing I could do and that was keep shut about the whole matter. It had been two days since the dinner evening and three since Agosti and I met and I have been walking on egg shells wondering as to when he would change his mind about keeping quiet and tell on me.Maybe call my father in the middle of the night and inform him of my exploits in Las Vegas.I could still hear his growl in my ear and each night when I went to sleep, I could feel his palm caressing me… his fingers digging deep into my pussy.I turned in my bed, sighing.What did I know about him anyways except for the things I had gotten from the media about his involvement with the Spanish mafia. It was said that he supplied them ammunition and sometimes helped them move some of their drugs.I liked to think that one did not rely on rumors which could basically be all false but for someone like Agosti, I liked to think everything said about him was true but could not
AGOSTI“I think I like her” Luca repeated for the umpteenth time.“I am sure to do” I grimaced.He had not stopped talking about Rachael… Isabella… I had to stop calling her Rachael or thinking about our night in Las Vegas.Anyways, all of our conversations had been about her ever since the night of the dinner and as much as I wanted to shut him the fuck up, I did not.It was a good thing he liked her. It only meant that there would not be any more arguments about how he did not want to get married to the girl but I also was angry at the fact that he liked her which I considered weird.This arrangement was not so he could fall in love with her, it was just so I could have access to the Romano’s diamond mine.I had heard a lot about it and although there has been no formal conversation between Angelo and I, he knew how interested I was in this just as much as every other person in Spain was.It was no wonder I found it surprising that he could not pay back the money he borrowed from me
ISABELLAI wasn’t a child having her first crush… I was an adult woman about to get married and somehow the sight of this man was enough to knock the breath out of my lungs.His tattoos peeking out from rolled up sleeves was enough to elevate my pulse and I was sure my blood pressure spiked when our eyes met.The air was charged but it would seem that we were the only ones who could see this.“Shall we?” The deep rumble of his voice jolted me and I thanked God I was sitting far away from him although it wasn’t far enough in my books.“Are you okay?” Luca, who had taken a seat in front of me asked.He looked amazing, like an absolute gentleman and…Your husband, I reminded myself.Of course I had to remember that and not let the estrogen and my stupidity get the better of me.“I am fine… you look amazing” I told him.He smiled, his eyes flashing with delight and I felt better about ogling his father while they walked in.I turned to my food, making sure to not look in his direction eve
AGOSTII led her away from the courtyard and straight to the kitchen for water or maybe something stronger since she was still shaking.I was livid… the blood pounding in my veins at what had almost happened…she had almost fucking died.“Sit” I ordered.She slid into the chair while I reached for a bottle of water which I passed to her while tapping my fingers rhythmically on her back.I waited until she was done and her shaking had subsided to an extent before I spoke.“What the fuck was that?” I snappedShe blinked, jolting at the harsh slap of my words but I was too far gone in my rage to stop.“I am sorry, I just wanted to…”“You wanted to get yourself fucking killed on my premises? What happened to the command I gave about you staying in that room till it was all over?”She said nothing, merely kept her eyes on me but I could see the beginning of tears in them.“You could have been killed or worse kidnapped and fucking tortured and all because you want to disobey orders?”I was h
ISABELLAI could still feel the cold press of the gun against the side of my head… the fact that my life had flashed before my eyes in an instant as the man whispered death threats in my ears.Tears pricked the corner of my eyes but I swept my lashes forward and sniffled to stop them from falling.I wasn’t going to cry… I would not show anymore that I was some blundering mess of weakness.“Are you okay?” Luca’s voice interrupted my racing thoughts.I had not heard him come in and it jarred me to think I was so in my head about what had just happened.“I am fine” I said instead, casting him a small smile.“You should not have followed me, for goodness sake… you almost died”“I know” I murmured.I allowed him hold me, patting my back gently while I thought about how his father had berated me.I could still feel the pain where he had tightened his grip on my hand.Fucking asshole, I thought“Can you walk?” Luca asked, his voice soft.“I should stay here for a while” I told him instead.H
AGOSTIIf the El Dorado cartel was after any mere man then he would be dead but quite fortunately, I wasn’t a mere man.I did not earn the tag of the devil by being one that was fucked with and although attracting their attention was bad for business, I had it now and therefore had to deal with it before it got any worse.I heard the soft patter of Luca’s footstep and reclined in my seat as he stepped into the dimly lit study.“What the fuck was that, father?” He asked, approaching me.“Foul language, Luca” I warned.“Take a seat” I muttered, pointing in the direction of the chair in front of me.He slid into one, his eyes steady on mine and I could almost hear the grinding of his teeth. It was something he always did when he was totally upset about something or totally furious and I could tell he was both at the moment.“I made a mistake” I stated matter of fact.“What have you done?” He asked me, sighing.“I have mingled with the wrongest of company and it is now coming to bite me i
ISABELLAI found it hard to sleep after my encounter with Agosti and although I would love nothing more than to blame it on the fact that I was still thinking about the gun to my head, I knew I was thinking about him.The way his dark eyes had caressed my body.The last thing I had wanted to do was cover it up… I wanted to be worshiped and he seemed like he could do that quite well.I turned over, sighing as I drew the duvet under my chin, my fingers slipping into it to touch my throbbing pussy.It did not help that it was a cold night and the object of all my fantasies and desires was a stride away from me.I wondered if he was thinking about me just as much as the thoughts of him ravaged the recesses of my mind.My legs parted of their own accord and I let out a pent up breath, my fingers wrapping around my clitoris and massaging it gently.I could still remember how his tongue had rendered me incapable of speech. I blew out a frustrated breath as I tried to capture the feeling of h
AGOSTII was smiling… like a lovestruck fucking idiot.I straightened in my seat, the pen I was twirling while I thought about her exact reaction to what I had done thrown to the side.What was this game I had decided to play?The plane ticket to her best friend and the roses with the stupid little note I had made sure to write myselfWhat was my play?There was nothing except that I could not stop thinking about her. I was like a junkie going through my withdrawal phase and feeling I could die if I did not have that one drug… just one taste.She was like a drug that I was stupidly not immune to.I had fucked a lot of girls and most of them her age but never had I been stuck up on one for the whole of a day not to talk of days.Rachael, I thought… no, she is Isabella… and she is your son’s property, I reminded myself.“They are here and waiting” Santiago, my butler announced.I cleared my throat“Thank you, Tiago” I told him.He nodded briskly and closed the door behind himself.He co