LOGINDemetrio’s povCellie wasn’t at Rico’s when I arrived. Delia, or was it Diane? Whatever her name was, also didn’t know why Cellie was yet to clock in. Cellie wasn’t the tardy type but it has been over an hour since her shift began. Worry ate at my chest and something dark took over my thoughts.I stormed out of the bar, whipping my phone out of my pocket to dial Sergio when coincidentally, a call from him vibrated through the device. I answered in a millisecond.“What the fuck happened?” I boomed, taking alarmed strides to my car.“Don, Signorina Cellie-”My blood roared like crashing waves at the mention of Cellie’s name, my windpipe closing up with the thick cloud of dread intent on choking me.She better be alright, she better be f ucking safe. Or hell will break loose.“-her landlord had shown up and thrashed her place. We got there before more damage could be done to her possessions and we rounded up the hired thugs.”Although relief the size and depth of the Pacific washed over
Cellie’s pov“He doesn’t even let me go to the pool unsupervised. Can you imagine?” Georgiana said into the phone, her voice incredulous.A smile worked up my face. Yes I could just imagine. I imagined her whining and pouting as Dante calmly explained to her why she needed to be guarded at all times.We’ve been on this call that was basiCellie Georgiana’s complaints about her husband for the past ten minutes. But they weren’t complaints per se, just one of those rants people in love made about their significant other even though they aren’t actually ranting in annoyance but because they were feeling endeared by their actions.It was just the cutest form of bragging about how awesome their partners were, and in this case, how awesome Dante was.“I thought Demetrio and my papa were overprotective but Dante is on a whole different level.” Georgiana muttered but there was a smile in her voice.I switched my phone from one ear to the other as I got cozy in my bed. I’ve been in it all morni
Demetrio’s povThey raised their glasses, sharing conspiratory smiles at whatever fucked up plan they had agreed on. They sat there at the dinner table, all eight of them, oblivious to the end that was to come to them.“All set don.” Dominic said behind me.I put down my military grade binoculars and stepped away from the parapet wall of the sky high helipad, the late evening breeze blowing around me.“Santino?” I inquired, still staring at the hotel skyscraper meters and meters away from mine even though my natural vision didn’t provide me the high resolution zoomed view of the specific room I’d been watching.The room with eight of the Bratva’s top members.“He’s stationed and ready for the kill order.” Dominic replied, the sound of his gun cocking.“Alesky?”“The chopper squad and the arsonists are prepped and waiting. The other soldiers are hiding in their various positions, ready to strike.I turned around to face where he and the soldiers behind him stood still as statues close
Cellie’s pov“One day you’ll tell me the story behind this.” Demetrio said in a thoughtful tone as his thumb brushed over the now healed scar on my wrists.We were pressed against each other in my bed, resting or rather recovering from our hours and hours of vigorous sex.Just like Demetrio had threatened, I was completely spent and couldn’t move without feeling the soreness of my hips, thighs and between them. He had taken me in every part of my small apartment; on the kitchen counter, on the couch, in front of my vanity mirror –which was my favourite– in my cramped shower stall and finally on my bed where we now laid.I watched as his eyes narrowed on the tiny, old scars that were so faint they were barely visible.But Demetrio noticed them and the protective fire in his gaze warmed the blood in my veins.I swallowed, pulling the wrist from his loose grasp. “One day.” I said, even though I was certain that the day would never come. I wouldn’t be able to live through the disgust or p
Cellie’s povA simple task like unlocking my apartment door was suddenly a very challenging one. My hands were shaky, Demetrio’s were impatient. We needed to fuck each other before we went mad with desire.The door be damned.“Fuck it.” I whispered as I bounded on him, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.Demetrio pinned me up against the stupid door, the both of us practiCellie trying to eat our mouths off as we kissed with ferocity.His hands on my body were so rough I was sure to have bruises all over by the time we were done. Not that it mattered to me, in fact, in some sick and twisted way, I loved the idea of Demetrio leaving evidence of his unhinged desire for me on my skin.He growled into my throat, his fingers digging into the sides of my ribcage. “Can’t… can’t get enough of your taste.” He spoke in harsh breaths against my lips.My response was a tighter grip on his neck, wanting more of his breathtaking kisses, his hypnotizing spicy cologne, his o
Cellie’s povI was a terrible, terrible person. A shitty individual, I was no different from Hitler and every other vile human to ever exist. Demetrio sat inches away from me, his face permanently concentrated on the window, appearing indifferent and impassive.But I knew, I’d seen it, the hurt that had cut through his gaze like a butcher’s knife before refracting into my heart, slicing it into halves. I hadn’t thought it was possible, I never looked at Demetrio DeLeon as just a man so it never occurred to me that his feelings could be crushed.I wanted to take back my words, apologize over and over, with my words, with my actions, with my body. He might not be patient or calm or soft-spoken or possess the best temperament, but he always had my best interest at heart. The man had shielded me with his body during an active shootout only for me to liken him with the scum of the earth.Idiot, idiot, idiot.Guilt ate away at my chest like an angry woodpecker. I was indeed a terrible perso
Demetrio's povI had a million things on my schedule today; a new firearm shipment to inspect, a meeting with the commissioner of customs and border protection, two more meetings with some allies, a subsidiary club inspection and this is just to list a few.I was booked and busy for the day but wha
Valentina dragged me from guests to guests subtly throwing misleading hints on the nature of our relationship and giving them the wrong idea in general. I would have set her straight on a normal day but right now I didn't give a f u c k. My mind was solely focused on what she said earlier. The Rus
Cellie's POVTo pull my hair up or let it fall down in all its voluminous glory. This was my current big decision as I stare at the reflection of my face in the old, blurry mirror of my vanity. I had been at it for a good thirty minutes.I usually wasn't an indecisive girlie but when I had to do so
Il Fantasmo was one of my smaller clubs that was away from the main city. My father had been against its establishment, it was unheard of to build clubs on the outskirts of the city anyway but I had insisted on it and pushed through with it and now the little establishment pulled more revenue than







