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Please, Mr Giordano
Please, Mr Giordano
Author: Western Rose

Out of prison

Author: Western Rose
last update Last Updated: 2024-08-08 17:48:52

Moore

As I walked through the dark alley of the prison wall out to the blinding light of the day, I pushed my hands to my face, shielding my eyes from the rays of sunlight. Laughter, tears, or whatever emotion I could think of conjoined together, seizing my breath away as I walked diligently towards the extremely large gate that caged me and many others in isolation.

I was free! The idea of freedom overwhelmed my very being. I couldn't help the rush of tears amidst heartfelt laughter.

“Grey will be happy,” I whispered inwardly, my mind running to my husband as the men standing guard at the prison gate opened it so I could walk out. A step towards the freedom I had looked forward to for five years, an overwhelmed screeching voice of a young lady called, running breathlessly towards me, halting my movement.

“Moore, Moore wait!”

I turned, and my eyes broadened in shock. Nicole? “Don't tell me you're released too?” My voice was laced with excitement. Nicole McWood was the only friend and acquaintance during my time in jail. She gave me hope when no one else did, constantly reminding me of the love I had at home, though my husband Grey Addison didn't visit throughout my jail term. I believed he was too busy managing the company to have time to visit. But Nicole had families, despite her grave offence, trooping in and out every single day.

“Yes, Moore. I bet Dad believed I have learned enough lessons to last me for the rest of my life.” She grinned, holding my hands firmly as we both walked out of the prison wall. “I can't believe I missed seeing the sun.”

I smiled, holding dearly to her and my belongings. “Nicole! My goodness, Nicole!” As expected, Nicole was snatched out of my firm hold by people I believed were her family. She was swamped with hugs and kisses from various people happy to finally have her amidst them.

I turned away, my eyes searching keenly for people I believed were amongst the few in the crowd, my heart beating in excitement and anticipation. “Grey...” my lips let out his name as I couldn't find anyone resembling the love of my life.

My heart twitched in pain, no sign of Grey or Nora, my best friend. My family? They were the least of people who came out for me during this trial time. I bet Father knew I was imprisoned because for months, the news never stopped covering my case.

“Billionaire daughter, Moore Quinn, arrested for money laundering and fraud.” A real big stain on the richest man in Italy's name.

He probably would have supported me if I hadn't defied his orders by marrying Grey. “Goodness!” I sighed, frustration and helplessness written on my face. How do I get home? I bet both parties had been too busy with the company to remember I would be released today.

Impulsively, I pushed myself forcefully out of the jubilant space to brood on how to get home when Nicole called again. “You need a ride home?” A broad smile found its way to my face as I nodded. So nice of her to notice my dilemma even amidst the crowd around her. “Hop in then. I'd love to know where you live so I can come visit. This definitely won't be a goodbye.”

I turned and walked over to the SUV parked a few steps away from me as I entered, seated close to her. She introduced her family to me, and I gave her my location.

During the ride, my thoughts drifted to my husband. I must say I'm proud of his achievements. The company I set up with the money I had left was topping the chart after Dad's and Lucien's companies.

The news always portrayed it, and I got to see my cute husband on TV doing absolutely well. A few minutes later, the car pulled over at the mansion belonging to my husband and me.

Nicole and I exchanged addresses, and I waved at her as the car zoomed off.

Beaming with smiles, I carried my steps to the entrance and pressed the intercom, using my hands to swiftly arrange my hair packed in a messy bun.

The gate opened, and I gasped at the number of guards at the entrance.

“Who are you, Miss?” one of the mean-looking guards asked, raising a brow at the question.

“Moore,” I replied, scanning amidst the hefty men for any familiar face, but none of them struck me as one who recognized me. “Moore Addison.”

“What do you want?” the same guard asked, his eyes ravaging my body. Yeah, I know, I looked tattered.

I smiled, trying to sound friendly yet authoritative. “My husband is your boss, Grey Addison.” I bet they're new recruits, and it's quite understandable why they don't know me.

“Sorry?” Mocking laughter escaped their mouths, making me wonder what was funny about what I said. “You're who?”

“Excuse me?” I was getting agitated already. “My husband is Grey Addison. Let me in this minute, or you will regret making a mockery out of your boss's wife.”

“Is this some new method in—”

Angrily, I pushed my way inside, cutting off his words. “You want proof, huh?” I roared, tired and weak with each word. “Here!” I said, pushing a little frame I had always carried with me towards him. It's a wedding picture of Grey and I.

They stopped laughing, each shocked and surprised. “How is this even possible?”

“You will know how possible it is after I get in and get you fired for your insolence,” I said, snatching the frame from his hands and marching angrily into the mansion.

They were, for whatever reasons, too stunned to stop me. I opened the door, my happiness at its peak as I eagerly anticipated burying myself in his warm embrace.

The familiar smell of the living room got me extremely emotional. “Grey,” I called, my voice echoing as I ascended upstairs, not giving room to the noticeable changes in the house. The house seemed quiet; maybe he was at the office. Well, I doubted it; today was Saturday.

I quickened my pace, my excitement taking hold of me as my hands found their way to the knob of my bedroom. Without much thought, I turned, and my wide smile turned into horror at the sight before me as the door gave way.

“Oh my goodness! I love you, Grey, yeah! Harder!” were the welcome party I met as my dearest husband rammed with intensity into the core of my best friend!

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  • Please, Mr Giordano   90

    MooreLucien’s door was locked.I stood at the entrance, shifting my weight from one foot to the other, feeling the slight dampness of sweat on my skin. The scent of the food I had been cooking still clung to me, and I frowned, suddenly self-conscious. Should I have taken a shower before coming here? Maybe changed into something more… decent?I glanced down at my outfit—tiny shorts and a tank top that did absolutely nothing to hide my skin. The idea of facing Lucien like this made my stomach turn. Not because I cared what he thought, I told myself, but because I didn’t want him to think I had dressed this way for him. I would never do that.Would I?No. Absolutely not.Still, the urge to rush back to my room and grab a robe or something less revealing was strong. But I stayed put, pressing my hands together as I tried to steady myself. Whatever reason he had for calling me here, I doubted my outfit would be the focus.Lucien never needed a reason to be cruel.I wondered what my offens

  • Please, Mr Giordano   89

    Lucien"But I'm cooking," Moore protested, her voice clipped, eyes fixed on the floor as if she were speaking to herself rather than me.The sheer audacity of her response made something snap inside me. Cooking? That was her excuse?My jaw clenched as I took a step closer, towering over her. "Did I ask?" My tone was sharp, edged with something dangerous.Her lips pressed into a thin line, and I saw it—the hesitation, the defiance she wanted to suppress but couldn’t completely hide.She was angry. I could see it in her. And it wasn't because I interrupted her cooking session or whatever hobby she picked up in my absence, but because Athena was there. She thought I invited Athena, to possibly humiliate her.But Alas does she know I wanted her, her pussy and not that of Athena's.No offense but I find it hard to fuck Athena anymore. I have this insatiable hunger to end our contacts, but that would only mean I wanted Moore. More than I had intended. I can't risk finding that out. “No.”

  • Please, Mr Giordano   88

    Lucien"I know you better than anyone… So tell me, why did you linger in London when we could have actually taken care of everything perfectly well from Italy? You made me stay more than two weeks apart from my—"Gregory abruptly cut himself off, his frustration evident as he paced the length of the private jet."From your?" I arched a brow, narrowing my gaze at him.Greg hesitated, his jaw locking. He would rather bite his tongue than complete that sentence."I guess you already knew," he muttered, walking briskly towards the exit ramp, leaving me alone with my thoughts while I let out a slight chuckle.I didn't reply. Instead,I walked into the car, and leaned back against my seat, staring out of the small oval window. The city lights of Milan stretched beneath us, golden threads weaving through the night.I hadn't been able to get Moore out of my head for even a second, not even in the extra two days I spent in London. No matter how hard I tried, she kept invading my mind—her face,

  • Please, Mr Giordano   87

    Arthur“The Venice deal is back on our radar after ghosting us. Lucien must have rejected them.”Eric's voice cut through the silence of my office as he strode toward me, placing a thick file on my desk.I leaned back in my chair, my fingers tapping lightly on the glossy surface of the proposal. Lucien must have felt insulted. That man had power—wealth beyond measure—and yet, it didn't take much to weaken an empire. A single crack in the foundation, the right pressure applied to the right wound, and even the strongest could crumble.And that was why I didn’t just want to beat Lucien in business. I needed to go deeper. I needed to strike where it would hurt the most.I have his whore wrapped in my hands for a starter and I'm pushing way beyond that.Eric pushed another file toward me, filled with details about Lucien’s holdings, movements, investments. But I was barely looking at them. For the past five years, I had been nothing more than a shadow, working behind the scenes, maneuverin

  • Please, Mr Giordano   86

    MooreI froze at the sight of him.Jordan McWood.The last time I saw him, I’d been undressed, humiliated beyond words, and in no state to properly face him. And yet, here he was, standing right in front of me as if nothing had happened.Vivian had also been implicated in that rash decision of mine and I had hoped Lucien hadn't done anything to him too.He seemed like such a cool guy who stood for me even when he had no idea who I was.Without thinking, I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him in a brief hug. It was instinctive, something I hadn’t planned, but it felt… right. He had been kind to me, and after everything, kindness was something I couldn’t take for granted.When I pulled away, I cleared my throat awkwardly, realizing what I’d just done. "Sorry," I muttered. "I just… I never got the chance to properly thank you for what you did for me that day."Jordan smiled. "You don’t have to thank me, Moo… Mrs Giodarno.""No, I do." I shook my head. "You went out of your way

  • Please, Mr Giordano   85

    MooreI furrowed my brows, walking directly out of the hospital.Someone was waiting for me outside.A strange occurrence, considering who I am now. If it were Lucien, he wouldn’t have bothered with something as simple as waiting outside. He would have walked in like he owned the damn place, his presence enough to silence a room.Lillard? Possibly. But what reason did he have to meet me so urgently?I sighed, slipping my phone back into my uniform pocket as I made my way toward the exit. I had left Mirabel with Ethan for now, and I didn’t want to waste time on whatever nonsense this was.The moment I pushed the heavy hospital doors open and stepped into the crisp evening air, I stopped dead in my tracks.Grey Addison.For a split second, I didn’t recognize him.He looked like a man who had just crawled out of hell. His usual arrogance had been buried beneath exhaustion, his once-polished appearance now tainted with disorder and pain. His right arm was wrapped carefully, and even from

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