Luciano entered the bar already drunk. He hated everything, especially when his family was humiliated in such a horrible way. Glancing around, his eyes narrowed shrewdly. The bartender knew him. He was a regular customer. The barman didn't have to ask Luciano what he wanted, especially when he seemed to be in a bad mood. The loud music deafened his ears. The people chatting and shouting made things even worse. Glancing around, Luciano saw all the sexy women serving customers. The approach was different and everything he expected, since this was an exclusive bar for exclusive people. Rich men and women come here to have fun. “The girl is ready” the barman whispered once he approached Luciano. The man didn't say anything but grabbed his jacket off the counter and was led to the private elevator leading up the room, the loud music and noise subsided once a dizzy Luciano entered the elevator and pressed a button to the fourth floor. This was his private bar. No one knew that the
Olivia Scoffed when Pedro ordered everyone to leave…so much for being the mafia leader…the man thought he had every right to do whatever he wanted. “This?” he asked, pointing with his index finger at the chart she put up on the wall of all her enemies. She made sure to cross them out according to how they would perish. “Mr. mafia…this is my plan…you can ask questions if not satisfied,” Olivia said in a sarcastic way which Pedro ignored. For one thing, he wasn't looking at the chart or the screen, his eyes were on her. Who on earth told her to wear such an outfit. He didn't appreciate it and wore something so revealing. His heart was tortured greatly. He was in pure misery. “Plan?” he said questionably and leaned forward. Olivia awkwardly moved aside when she saw the man advancing. Pedro ignored her and took the remote from the table. “Look here Pedro…let's make a pact…instead of me being your little slave girl, how about we become partners,” Olivia blurted out the words without t
Zane and the rest watched in pure shock. The lady was wearing a black dress with a long split exposing her slender legs, the shoulders were exposed. She was a party animal, dancing on the dance floor like she owned it. The men around gathered, cheering and whistling as she swayed her hips. “Damn…someone will die tonight” Zane let out curses, he gulped down his vodka, his voice barely heard from the loud music playing and the noises from the people. The bar was considered classy, however, on weekends people loved having fun. Amusement rushed through him, watching from the VIP section. Gabby smirked and Enzo was dying to go on the dance floor and finish the job. “The lady is something else… I wonder why of all women, Sacha had to choose her,” Gabby said, arching his brows questionably while swinging the bottle in his hand. He knew their boss was selective when it came to women. He never went just for anyone. “We need to keep our eyes open…someone just walked in,” Zane said, shifting h
Luciano was unhappy, especially after meeting Pedro. The man wasn't as he pictured him to be. He thought maybe it was an old man or something. The scenery which transpired between them a while ago was still waiting for himThoughts of Livia and Pedro Ramirez kissing never crossed his mind. How come, wasn't Livia Gonzalez his employee. Did they share such a close intimate relationship? He didn't want that"Give me more"Luciano growled as he gulped down one glass of liquor after the other. The images of Pedro kissing Livia flashed in his eyes increasing his anger. He disliked that man. Even if he needed his help to raise his company"Sir…air are you sure?" the barman asked, seeing how Luciano was drinking tequila shots like water. He had asked for different alcoholic beverages to be brought to him and he was gulping down one after the other"You damned fucker do your fucked up job!"Luciano growled slamming the bottle on the table hard that it broke. The barman was frightened as he n
Olivia stomped her feet so hard that she didn't know if taking her anger out on the poor floor was a good idea. However, she couldn't handle it, the fire in her was inextinguishable. “How dare he do that…who…who does he think of me?”Olivia muttered angrily as she took her clothes out of the closet and threw them on the floor, “damn it Olivia what are you doing?” she cursed, seeing no point in what she was doing. She had already taken a cold shower to cool down. Wore a white satin white gown. However, she still couldn't get the evil man's lips off her, her thoughts were invaded by Pedro. “He'll have to listen to me… I will never let him use me…all men are nothing but pigs!” she angrily threw back the clothes in the closet without even folding them. “Ahh… Olivia, what sort of life is this?”Olivia said dramatically, her hand reaching for her hair, slowly sinking. She sat on the floor. Her head was buried in her palms. It was late at night. Glancing at the watch, it was maybe 2 or 3 in
Solange was sitting by the wine cellar. As early as it was for drinking, she found herself gulping the bitter liquid from the bottle. Her heart was aching as she slammed the bottle on the table. Her eyes were a crimson red from lack of sleep and her mouth was droopy. “No……he can't do this…he won't leave me,” Solange muttered, shaking her head. This wasn't happening. She knew Luciano was tied to her. He would never leave her for another woman. The entire mansion was quiet. The servants are afraid to approach their boss lady. Solange was waiting for her husband. Luciano was supposed to be there as her husband, but he wasn't. He was at a bar with another woman. “How could you?”Solange muttered, pouring the liquid down her throat. Her vision was becoming blurry. “What are you doing?” Solange thought she was hearing things due to being tipsy. However, when she swiveled her chair around. It was Luciano. In the same clothes, she wore the previous day. Struggling to get off the chair, So
Despite how early Antonia called her, she had the guts to accuse her of being Luciano's mistress. These Garcia's thought so highly of themselves.After returning from the bathroom, Olivia settled down. She refused whatever she was offered. Not to be rude but Antonia wasn't her favorite personShe was a self-centered person. Rude and would do anything to prove everyone she was right"Madam, I said this the last time…on what accounts do you accuse me of sleeping with your son?"Olivia asked bitterly. Antonia was attacking her straightforwardly. Bianca was just playing with her nails agreeing with her mother"My family has been through a lot…I understand how men are…my son is no different…he sees a beautiful woman and develops unwanted feelings" Antonia said shrewdly, she didn't have to hide her hatred for her. Of course, she was beautiful. Despite the change of face. Olivia knew what she was. Her heart was hers, her body was hers. It wasn't her fault that Luciano was mistreating his wif
When Luciano left her like he always did. Solange went to see Gabby at his penthouse. “Here…drink this,”Gabby handed a glass of whiskey to Solange “No… I can't be Gabby… I had too much of that,” she refused, shaking her head. She had never felt this bad before. The point where she didn't want to be in her own home. She left her son and came to see Gaby. He was the only man who understood her.“Sweetheart, it's best if you drink something to make you loosen up,” Gabby insisted as he brought the glass to Solange's lips. She was tense from all the bad things her husband made her go through. “Do you know…how much I love him?” Solange said, snatching the glass from Gabby. He sat close to her on the armrest and rested his hand on her shoulder. The warmth from his palms extended to her. “Darling it happens… I'm sure a successful man like him…can't have just one woman to warm his bed,” Gabby said, running his fingers in her hair. Smiling to himself, Gabby leaned down and kissed her should