เข้าสู่ระบบDouble povCellieFear splintered through my veins as I unconsciously got up from the bed. My mind was foggy and confused. “Demetrio, what is it?”Demetrio dragged me to him, deftly fixing my halter in a matter of seconds then dropped to pick up my discarded panties. He doesn’t answer my question.I could hear noises traveling through the slightly open door of the soundproof room. Noise that sounded nothing like pleasure.“Demetrio?” I prodded, staring down at him as he hooked my legs into the thong and wrenched it up. “What the hell is going on?”Demetrio spared me an irritated look of impatience. A darkness brewing in his eyes. I hadn’t seen him like this since the shootout at Georgiana’s wedding. It worried the fuck out of me.He shot to his feet, gripped my shoulders and steered me out of the room. Dominic was waiting outside with a few other men, all of them having the same dark expression Demetrio had and they were all armed.Something cold and unsettling washed over me.Shouts
Cellie’s pov“What’s the secret?” Diana asked as we settled in the room Demetrio had renovated into a mini staff lounge. A project he admitted he was only propelled to do after noticing I and Diana sat on upside down crates in the supply room during our lunch break.“What secret?” I asked, watching as Diana bit into the homemade churros I’d made this morning after breakfast with Demetrio. Even though he had practiCellie walked me all through the process.I’d been learning how to cook from him and so far, it’s been an uneventful journey and that’s only because we usually forget the cooking and jump each other halfway.I’d tried to be serious one time and put my foot down by confessing that I felt bad that he and Salma, his part time cook, did all the cooking while I just lazed around the house like a bum.His response was, “You feed me just fine, bambina.” And I hadn’t missed the way his eyes had roved up and down my body.I’d moved in for a kiss and the rest was history.That was how
Demetrio’s povFor the first time in my life I wasn’t looking forward to breaking bones and inflicting other forms of pain. The act used to be my very own therapy session and I relished in the tortured cries of men that had made the single mistake of pissing me off. But as I walked down to the basement, to carry out a long overdue judgment, I felt less anticipation and enthusiasm. My mind was elsewhere, my body wanted to be where my mind was. But I couldn’t indulge the need and it pissed me the fuck off.Cellie should be at work for her afternoon shift by now and as much as I wanted to come up with an excuse to seek her at Rico’s, I had a million things to do. Things I’d ignored over the past week because I’d been too busy spending time with her.We basiCellie acted like we were newly weds on their honeymoon. And in a way, we were. Our relationship had begun on a fresh slate, there were still things that needed to be addressed, things that were yet to be unearthed but we were doing mu
Cellie’s povWe stared at each other, the silence stretched and loud and crammed the car, making it infinitely smaller. I couldn’t even bring myself to blink, every muscle and bone in my body was frozen in time.“I love you, bambina.” Demetrio said again.Shut the front door.My body functions resumed chaotiCellie like a gear that had been inactive for years, my heart pumping wildly and my lungs full of air.I began to shake my head. “No, that’s- that’s not right. Made men don’t fall in love. You said it yourself; only duty matters in your world.”Demetrio’s thumb was caressing my jawline. “Apparently I was wrong.” He said, his tone as gentle as his touch. “Which is humbling because I’m never wrong”I didn’t laugh at the obvious joke, I was not in the mood for jokes. I didn’t even know what I was feeling at the moment. My head was clogged with swirling thoughts, my heart squeezing with fear and expanding with joy.It was a mess.This was something I’d dreamed of since the moment I rea
Cellie’s povThe dark delight I was feeling died a fast death the moment I walked up to Diana’s apartment building and saw a couple men in black lining the entrance, three black cars parked not far off. My muscles tensed up and my first instinct was to turn around and make my escape.I bumped into a hard chest.“Easy there, Cinderella.” Santino said, catching me when I fell back. He steadied my footing before releasing me. “Trying to make your escape again?”I put some space between us, my eyes narrowing. “Were you sent to kidnap me?”“Kidnap is a strong choice of word,” he clutched his pearls. “You wound me.”I gave him a dry look that conveyed my skepticism.He grinned. “Fortunately, no. I’d hate to do it since we’re buddies and all.”Funny ’cause I’ve only met the guy one time and just recently.I folded my arm, ignoring the deranged pang of hurt that Demetrio hadn’t sent him to get me. “Why else are you here then?”“You won’t believe it,” his eyes lit up with a twisted kind of exc
Dominic and I stood hands in pockets on the port, waiting in silence for my latest drug shipment to dock, the sea waves clashing gently into the quiet.The shipment was oriGeorgianally supposed to be Alesky’s but since I defeated the Polish fucker, I’d taken over their cargo, territory and route control. All of West coast now paid dues to me to distribute their cargos to the final consumers.I’d never forget the expression the dipshit had when I informed him of my takeover. It was priceless. I was glad I kept him alive so far to witness his complete downfall. Maybe one of these days, I’d finally get send him to where he rightfully belongs; hell.I’d let him and that bastard Rocco breathe oxygen for too long.“I heard you got dumped.” Dominic suddenly broke the much enjoyed silence.“Not in the mood, Dom.” I drawled.He went ahead and ignored the clear warning in my voice. “Maybe it’s for the best.”I pinned him with a death glare. “What’s that supposed to mean?”He returned my gaze. “






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