LOGIN~ AmaraThe moment my lips left Marco’s, reality slammed back into me with a thud.We both sprang apart from each other .My sudden backwards leap had my back hitting the wall lightly.My breath came in short bursts of jagged pulls.My heart was racing so violently it felt like it would break out of my rib cage.I looked at Marco to guage his reaction.He was as bewildered as anyone could get.But the way his eyes glued to my swollen lips almost had my knees melting to the floor.He tooka deep breath and dragged a hand through his blonde hair.It was almost indecipherable but I had a 20/20 vision so I was able to see ghat his fingers trembled as he did so.His chest rose and fell fast with his breathing.He caressed my face and brought his forehead to rest against mine.We stayed like that for a few seconds within which Neither of us spoke ;we were just content to listen in the quiet for each other's breathing rather than admit what had just happened.With a sudden abruptness,Marco straighten
~Amara.The city was loud and alive and bustling with the news of Nero's missing bride.I slinked in the shadows the best I could and made it to the bar.The one I worked in two years ago.It was as if I had never left .I just made my easy straight to the storage area where they kept outdated strip wears and curled myself into a corner,knees drawn to my chest as I rocked on my butt.My breathing was shallow as I went through the events of the past few hours.I worried about my kids but I knew Nero would never harm them.They were his afterall .Even at that,I trusted Marco.If Marco said he'd protect my kids then by Jove,that's what he'd do.Suddenly I heard footsteps and I knew.I just knew.Light suddenly flooded the room .I blinked, momentarily blinded by the lights.I didn't resist when a pair of hands pulled me to my feet.He held me.I breathe in the musk of his scent."Sorry...I can't protect you.Ive never seen him like this.You're actually driving him crazy now.I have to take you
~ AmaraThe tongue slipped from my palm and landed in the floor.It made a wet squishy sound as it hit the floor.I just stood there dazed while Nero stared at me with the kind of expression that said he was proud he did this on my account and I should be proud that he did too.I didn't remember dropping it .I didn't even remember screaming.I only remembered the sound of the gunshot,the blood of the man that splashed on my face and red dress .The feel and sound of the tongue in my hand.Dazed,I yanked my dress all the way to my knees and began to stumble out of the ballroom.I staggered as everywhere swam before my eyes.A sudden feeling of nausea crawled through me with passion.I really needed to get out of here.i had to...I just had to I didn't even know when I broke into a dead run as I fought against the onslaught of memories I had spent my whole life banking.And suddenly I wasn’t in the ballroom anymore.I was in my father's mansion and I was eight years old:I watched helplessly a
~ AMARAIf someone had told me yesterday that I would be married to Nero De Santoro and be forced to attend a wedding reception in my own honor the next day, I would have laughed, cried, rolled on the ground, and then maybe slapped whoever suggested it.But here I was.Standing at the top of Nero’s massive marble staircase… in a red, body-hugging, off-shoulder velvet gown that had a slit from my mid thigh to the ground.My breasts were all but bared but I looked stunning.Fiona swore it made me “look like the Mafia Queen he wanted the world to bow to.”In truth,I wasn’t sure if I should be flattered or horrified.According to her ,Nero had ordered Vita to pick the dress for me,which was a tad surprising because judging by our animosity towards each other,she should have gotten me a dress for a stripper if you get my drift...after all she must have run a more than thorough investigation on my background.The only thing she didn't know .....the only thing nobody even Nero knew was what I m
~Nero.I yelled and ran towards her, my body arced as a shield just in case.I waited. Nothing.Just then, Amara walked in, her hands crowded with shopping bags. Her eyes took in the sight of me on the floor, my body a canopy while Lucia squealed under. She thought it was some kind of game. She placed the bags on the floor and let out a tired breath.“Is this another sort of game Luca coerced you into playing?”She asked, and Lucia ran to her with small excited steps.“Gotcha,” Nico trilled through the phone. “Thought I was serious, didn’t you? I’ll see you at the Consortium for the transfer of possession.”My mind firmed into a hard resolve. I'll have him thirst for something he’d only have in his dreams.“Know what, Nico? I’ll be having my wedding reception tomorrow, and don’t worry, you’re actually invited to this one. And just so you know, be very careful tomorrow around my wife… because as you know better than anyone, accidents happen.” I snarled lowly, my words heavily laced wit
~NERO.I woke up to find her place beside me on the bed empty. Her spot on the bed was still warm, though. I sprang to my feet; every twinkle of sleep flew out of my eyes.Grabbing my phone, I threw on some flannel within arm’s reach and raced out of my rooms and down the stairs.The thought she might have run off crossed my mind, but I pushed it off. The damned woman cared more about her kids than her own life.If not, why else would she agree to marry me aside from my money, and Amara was certainly not the materialistic type I knew.Life as a ruthless Mafia El-Capo had trained me to be a very good judge of people.Speaking of leaving without her kids, where were my children?I turned on my phone to check the time.10:15 a.m.“Púta,” I cursed myself in Italian.I have never slept in my entire life. My insomniac attacks were on an all-new high. I’ve never been able to have a full night’s sleep my entire life, and now just one night beside her and I’ve slept in.The sounds of childish







