Alessa Romano is a hired assassin that was paid by La Corona Nera (The Black Crown) to kill boss) of their rival mafia clan, I Signori Della Notte (The Lords of the night), whose name is Marco De Luca. She gets captured by their boss on her first attempt and is held captive by the clan and is offered a contract; she would have to kill the leader of the La Corona Nera, group in exchange for her freedom. In order to achieve that goal, they agree that the have to be come in the public together and get her familiar with the mafia world. They get into a contract marriage that is to last for as long as it takes to bring down their rivals but things being to get complicated as they gradually fall in love and have to fight for their love against all odds.
ดูเพิ่มเติมMarco De Luca woke up from sleep and looked around him, he sighed disappointedly went he saw the two ladies that laid naked beside him. He was already growing annoyed at the sight of their porcelain bodies lying peacefully beside him. Yes, the sex was good but he needed them out of his penthouse immediately, so he rudely shook them awake. They grumbled as they woke up and started touching his shoulders, thighs and any other parts of him their sluggish hands could reach, thinking he was waking them up for another bout of sex.
“Get out of here immediately”, he growled and stood up from the bed and went to the bedstand, he pulled out a gun from the drawer and showed the ladies.
“I am going to go and take a shower; I don’t want to come and meet either of you here or else…” he paused and waved the weapon in from of the scared ladies who were suddenly widely awake and bundled together. The sight made him chuckle slightly. “The good news though is, I don’t take so long in the bathroom. Ten minutes at most and I am out, that should give you ample time to get dressed and get the fuck out”.
He said and walked away into the adjoining bathroom, waving the gun as he went to make sure the women understood that he really meant what he said. He heard them grumble, then curse him silently before the scurried around to get dressed. Few minutes under the shower and he heard the door slam shut to indicate that the sluts he brought had left and he suddenly felt a lot much better.
He came out of the shower and dressed in a black dress-shirt and black pant trouser which complimented his dark aura. His long dark brown hair was packed into a short ponytail and that gave him a serious but sexy look. He heard his phone ring and picked it from where he had charged it overnight and read the caller ID; Padre (father).
“Father…”, he answered the call with respect as he walked out of the penthouse and made his war to his sport car. He checked the time on his watch, it was 7:43. He was glad that he would be punctual as usual to the gang meeting, he hated lateness.
“Where are you son?” his father asked from the other side of the phone.
“I am on my way home. I should arrive before ten minutes elapses if all goes as planned”, he said as he got into the car, turned on his ignition and connected the call to the car’s Bluetooth.
“Magnifico. Call your brother and remind him that tardiness would be highly frown upon”, his father said and ended the call immediately. Marco frowned and the thought of his immediate younger brother, Rafael. At age 26, he was still acting like a teenager and misbehaving around. What was more annoying was the fact that he had to always clean up after his brother and that was starting to get tiring, but his father would always drum into his ear “la famiglia é tutto ealla fine della giornata, hai solo la famiglia al tuo angolo” (family is everything and at the end of the day, you only have family at your corner).
At this point, he was very sure he was down for punching this particular family into that corner and make sure he never steps a foot out again but he sighed and resigned to calling his brother. The caller ID showed Fratellino (little brother) and a couple of rings later, the call was answered.
“Let me guess, you forgot today’s meeting Rafael, didn’t you?” Marco growled at a half-sleepy Rafael who suddenly jolted fully awake.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!”, Rafael said in frustration and Luca could hear him scramble around, he pulled the gear to drive and tilted into the road and immediately cut the call on a confused Rafael.
Few minutes later and he pulled up to the front of the Marco's house and home to the La Corona Nera mafia group. He packed the car and handed the key to one of the valets as he walked into the meeting room, completely ignoring the greetings made by the scared maids. He saw his father and his uncle who also doubled as the consigliere of the group, they were the only ones there.
“Welcome my boy”, his father said with a smile while his uncle acknowledged him with a nodded, but he felt uncomfortable immediately at the warmness he was receiving from them. They must be a reason for this and he was sure that they were conniving something in regards to him, he just did not know if it was something he had to be worried about.
“Father, uncle”, he replied the greetings with a bow.
“Sit down”, his father gestured to a seat beside him and he sat down but gave them a calculative look. “There is something of utmost importance I have to discuss with you before the others arrive”
“I’m listening father”.
“I am getting too old for this, I want to resign and I am passing on the clan to you. You will be their new leader, their Capo.”
“Father, what do you mean you are too old? You are still as active as ever”
“I know my body and bones and I know it is time for me to take a step back. I know the gang in your hands is safe and would probably be better than it is now. But you would need help, that takes me to the next topic of discussion”
His father and uncle shared a look he was not so sure he was comfortable with, especially with the new news that he had just received. “What is it father?”
“Your uncle and I have had an extensive discussion and we have deemed it fit for Sophia his daughter, to be your betrothed.”
“What?” he asked, getting up to his feet in utter confusion. “That is completely absurd”
“Except you can find a woman and get married to her in four months’ time, Sophia is to marry you four months after your coronation as Capofamaliglia and that is final.
Before Marca could protest, people had started filing in for the meeting and that was the end of that conversation until probably after this meeting, Marco sat in silence and annoyance throughout the whole meeting session. He could not wait to leave the room and take his car out for
a spin to clear his head.
Carlo Salvatore was a man of contradictions, a monster whom many mistook for a saint, a killer. Standing at 6'4", he carried himself like the beast he was. His skin was a drawing board of violence, marked by knife scars from knife fights and gunshot wounds. A black spiderweb tattoo crawled up the left side of his neck, with which an inscription of a faded barcode LF-117, was covered. The barcode and the spiderweb tattoo were the only remnants of a past he’d burned to the ground. His eyes told a heavy real story. One was milky white and blinded, blinded in a long-forgotten knife fight. He never hid his dead eye from the world. As he would always say he let people see through his gaze and tell what sort of man he was: a man who could look with compassion but had no mercy at all. Carlo Salvatore was what many would describe as unyielding. He was brutal and enigmatic. He had a fast rise through the ranks in I Signori Della Notte because of his commitment and dedication. No one, absolute
Alessa sat on the sofa. She wore a skimpy short and one of Marco's shirts she had taken from his closet, her bare legs were tucked under her as she tapped away on the screens of her mobile phone. Marco sat directly across from her, his face showed how exhausted he must have been from the activities of the day, yet he sat there and admired her with what seemed like pride. He held a glass of whiskey in his hand as he turned from side to side on the rotating chair he sat on. His tie was loose and his sleeves were slightly rolled up, a rare display of ease from Marco. A half-finished chess game sat on the beautiful wooden furniture between them, Alessa's king trapped in a cunning gambit Marco had used.“You're cheating,” Alessa said as she untucked her right foot and slightly nudged his left knee with it.“Yes I am, and that is because you taught me how to” Marco countered, grinning as he took her rook.The tension between them has gotten easy in recent days. She was always happy to have
Marco Porsche 911 turbo pulled up through the wrought gates of the mansion and slowly came to a halt. He scanned the quiet compound and continued driving slowly until he came close to the valet spot and highlighted his vehicle. He was greeted by the security men who stood outside the mansion, and he waved back at them with no verbal response. Marco walked into the grand foyer and, as usual, everywhere was extremely quiet save for the ticking sound of the antique clock that hung on the wall. It was 6:57 PM and Marco the first and Matteo were already seated in the grand study of the de Luca mansion waiting for Marco. There was supposed to be a meeting between them, a meeting scheduled to begin at 6:30 PM, but Marco was yet to arrive.Marco stepped into the study, his head bowed to the ground. He knows how much his father hated lateness and frowns at it. “What is the time, son?” his father asks in a quiet yet dangerous voice. “Is this how you run the businesses now that I want to take
Marco drove into the gates of La Rosa Nera. The club's neon lights cast an eerie shadow over everything they touched. The club's pathway was a spectacle to behold. An archway adorned with beautiful black roses that resonated with the name of the club, La Rosa Nera (The Black Rose). The petals of these gorgeous flowers glittered and danced under the night sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and a fading sensation of danger that lingered. Marco pulled into the valet drop off zone and highlighted from his car and handed the car key over to a valet. Alessa’s door was opened by a valet, and she stepped out of the car. She crossed over to the other side where Luca stood and, side by side, they walked into the club.Once inside the club, Marco’s presence commanded instant attention. Heads turned, conversations paused, and whispers were heard. Alessa, walking right by his side while maintaining the pace, scanned the whole room in an instant. The special ability
Marco had just entered the penthouse living room. It had been a long and tiring day for him; he had been out all day handling a lot of family business. As he stepped into the living room, Alessa sat on the plush sofa by the window, which offered the best view of the city. She wore a blue velvet dress and black heels. On her lips, she had applied a thick layer of blue lipstick, and her long hair was left to flow freely down her back. The soft glow of the city lights filtered through the window, casting a warm light on Alessa’s blue velvet dress.“Why are you dressed like you are going somewhere?” Marco asked with so much curiosity in his voice. “I think you should take me out,” she answered, her face lit up with a smile.Marco was more surprised at the fact that she had asked him to take her out than by the way she was dressed. “Take you where?” He asked in a calmer voice as he came closer to her.Marco and Alessa seem to have started getting along better with each other. They engage
Sophia sat alone quietly in her bedroom, she felt heavily deep writhing her. The weight of her pregnancy and her father’s threats had left her feeling trapped and desperate. She had spent the last few days avoiding everyone, trying to make sense of everything happening in her life at that time. “Grrr” her phone rang out loudly breaking the peace and quiet of the room. The caller ID displayed an unknown number.She hesitated for a moment before finally answering, with a cautious voice. “Hello?”“Sophia,” a smooth, cold voice replied. “I’ve been looking forward to speaking with you.”Sophia was perplexed. The voice was unfamiliar, but there was something about the way the caller had mentioned her name that sent a chill down her spine. “Who is this?” She asked curtly.“Isabella Nera,” the woman answered sharply. “I believe you’ve heard of me.”Sophia's breath caught in her throat. Isabella Nera… she has heard that name multiple times. But she can’t pinpoint from where exactly. Maybe it
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