Mag-log inAMY POV After a long while of planning. Especially on my end, I was ready to see Enzo. Not today or tomorrow, next week. As according to Antonio, he had a lot of things to sort out. Things that required me to wait. Our relationship somehow blossomed. Since the first sex, we've not been so intimate again. All we've done is kiss behind closed doors, and work in a way that didn't make Madame Loretta suspect us. Although I believe she had her own suspicions - she just couldn't prove it. “Ma'am?” I looked up from the book I faced. “Yes.” The housekeeper stood before me, smiling. I smiled back, whilst wondering what the matter was. “What's up? Do you need my help with something? Why are you smiling like that?” The smile ceased now. “Sorry. Your hair is beautiful.” She switched positions before announcing. “Mr. Antonio asked to see you. He wants to have breakfast with you.” She explained and I nodded, a sigh threatening to escape my mouth while I swallowed it back and got up. “In his
ENZO POV “Did you hear from my brother?” “No. Not at all.” My secondhand man answered. “He never sent back a message. Nothing at all.” That's what I thought. He was such a coward - I scoffed while adjusting on the chair. “That's what I thought.” I couldn't hold back my thoughts. “Fucking bastard. Made me kill a man who has done nothing but snitch. Fucking bastard!” I snapped. “Take it easy on yourself, boss.” That's what I was trying to do, obviously. I didn't need him preaching to me for any reason. “What do you want to do?” Now that he asked this question, I knew this was what I would like to be asked. “About your brother.” “What do I want to do?” This was a question I asked myself. “I can't think of anything else. Only hurting that woman. That's going to send the message to him. Although I know they don't love each other, it doesn't matter because I didn't love Frank too. I just believe it's even when I take out someone from their end the same way they made me take someon
ANTONIO POV What the hell was going on? Someone banged on my door like rapture happened. I sat up on the bed and let out a sigh. “What the fuck?” My legs caught up with the door. “What the fuck is that about?” “I'm really sorry to disturb your sleep.” Carlos walked in, panting. What even was the time? I glanced at the large clock hanging on the wall. “This is only eight in the morning, Carlos. Even though it's right time for some people to wake, I'm not sure it's right time for me. You know what my day was like.” “I'm sorry, boss. But there's an emergency.” Emergency. The word snapped me out of my sleep completely. What the fuck had my brother done this time? Fear gripped me as I rushed to the opened closet, grabbed a jacket and wore it over my bare chest. “Fill me in.” “It's not what you think it is.” “What do you think I think it is?” I pushed my way through the door. “Fill me in right now.” My legs walked through the hallway, I was standing in the staircase bridge in mome
ENZO POV Holy heavens. No way. “Frank?”I glanced at my secondhand man. “What the fuck is Frank doing there? Why is he beaten to a pulp?” I looked around for more than Silvio but it looked like only Silvio could give me the answer. “What the fuck is going on, Silvio?” He hesitated before speaking. “Boss. I hate to say that you were right.” He explained with a smile. “At some point I thought you were overthinking, but you weren't. You were more than right about your thoughts.” I had so many thoughts. Which one exactly did this man talk about? “I'm not sure I understand what you mean, Silvio. Do you want to explain better?” I looked at Frank, unsure of whether to pity him or not. “That would be concluded when I heard everything from Silvio who spoke like he had a reason for doing the thing he's done to this man. “I'm waiting to hear you speak, Silvio.” “Right.” Silvio walked over to the other side where he sat. “The men who watched the men did a good job checking them and wher
ENZO POV Early Tuesday morning. It was early, too early to be awake. But my eyes were opened. And all I could think about was a woman I should be planning to kill. Love should be the last thing I feel. But I felt it - right in my chest. I was in love with Rose. Why the fuck should that happen? My legs paced the space in my room and I couldn't stop thinking about it - about her. Something was not right. I had been with many women. Many I couldn't count any longer; and this did not happen. What then was the matter? I glanced at the clock hanging on the other side of my room; confirming the time again before grabbing my phone. I needed to hear this woman's voice. As soon as I could. Could she be awake at this time? A question only I could answer. I didn't hesitate before dialing her number, and I was seated on the bed while waiting to hear something from the background. Her own voice. But she didn't pick up. There was nothing like that that happened. And it hurt me so much. I
AMY POV The next morning. My eyes opened in the room she owned. A sigh escaped my mouth as I sat up. I looked around and remembered what happened. Instead of guilt, there was a smile on my face. I jumped out of bed, my thoughts racing. I inspected the room as though I expected Antonio to be in it. But he wasn't - and I could understand why. Of course. I would leave if I were in his shoes. “Good morning, Amy.” Someone called from outside. A voice I recognized and now I could only wish the owner didn't come to her door. Not this early. “Amy?” “Huh?” I walked to the door, opened it, and caught Madame Loretta there. “Good morning.” I managed a smile I half meant and half didn't mean. “Come on in.” What choice did I even have? I invited before realizing it was a mistake. What if Antonio's briefs were somewhere on the ground? I should have checked before asking Loretta in. “You're two hours late.” Eyebrows raised, I asked. “Late?” I looked at her left wrist for something but couldn'
Amy's POVTwo more nights passed by, dragging at a snail’s pace. The whole thing about "house arrest" had been a joke on my side; I did not know that Madame Loretta was actually not going to let me step out of the room at all.The day after Antonio left, I tried to leave my room in the evening jus
Amy's POVI laughed. I mean, I tried to. Instead, this hoarse, cracked sound came out, deepening the awkwardness that followed the question I was just asked. My cheeks began to warm up, the heat rising all the way from my neck. Carlos continued to look at me."I’m sad, actually. Don’t worry, he’s t
Amy’s POVHe wore a shirt that showed off his arms, but there was not a spot of ink to be found. He had the smile of a viper, and his eyes raked over me, sending waves of heat across my skin. He was so vastly different from Antonio. If he shoved that smile away, he was quite good-looking: darkish b
Amy’s POVI walked on bare feet, my heels swinging from my fingers and my heart racing like it was on a track. His cologne clung to my perfume, mixing into it. I closed my eyes and I could see his face; then, when I opened them, I saw Antonio.His shirt was mostly unbuttoned, his eyes glazed with w







