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TANGLED LOYALTIES:BOUND BY VENGEANCE Fucked into oblivious
LUCAS POV.I had no idea how I managed to have restraint in myself all through the drive back home, but I no longer needed to put a fucking leash on myself.“I want to taste you, Isabella,” I groaned, shutting the door behind me while kicking off my shoes. She avoided my gaze entirely, her cheeks heating up in response to my words.I yanked off the shirt and pants I had on, stripping down to my briefs until I stood naked in the room, panting heavily.“Look at me, Isa,” I slurred out. Slowly, she lifted her gaze to mine. I didn’t shield myself away. In fact, I enjoyed how her eyes lingered on my body for a longer time until eventually, she shied away.“Before…” I ordered. She parted her lips to argue, but a low grumble from me corrected whatever attitude she intended on putting on. She sat idly at the edge, her knees pressed against each other.I swallowed, bending down to both my knees right beneath her laps. God, she had me doing things no one else did.“You like the view?” I asked,
TANGLED LOYALTIES:BOUND BY VENGEANCE The devil wears silletos
ISABELLA'S POVThe scent of cigars and expensive whiskey clung to the air, thick and suffocating. The room was dimly lit—soft, glows from the chandelier above,Boris Petrov sat in his oversized leather chair, puffing out smoke, his greedy eyes dragging over my body like I was just another nameless girl he had purchased. I could see it in his face—the sick hunger, the control he thought he had. He leaned forward, resting his thick, ringed fingers on his thighs, his lips curling into a lazy grin. "You’re a pretty one," he purred, his Russian accent thick and lazy. "Young, tight. Just how I like them." My lips curled in a slow, seductive smile. Of course, I knew he'd fall bait to it. I had dolled myself up, spoke and walked like some teen hooked on Xanax, just like he'd wanted. It had taken me no time to find him at his rich folk party in Prague, and it had taken no time for one of the hostesses to mistake me for one of the girls and direct me back towards the casino. At fi
TANGLED LOYALTIES:BOUND BY VENGEANCE Thrill of Murder
ISABELLA'S POV Peeling the helmet off my head, I kicked the stand to the motorbike. A slight groan eased off my lips as I limped slowly toward the alley. I had caused a diversion by slipping right before a truck, causing a hold-up. However, falling off the bike turned out to be more painful than I expected. Either way, it bought me a couple of minutes ahead of Luca. A smile tucked its way onto my lips as I smacked them together. It was just enough to handle—for now. He’d catch up to me soon. He’d find the note already, but thanks to the licensed motorbike I stole, I knew I had a little more time. I pulled out my knife swiftly as a body slammed forward in my direction. “Fuck, Isabella, what the hell happened to you? It’s me, chill a bit,” Roxie groaned. The smile on my lips stretched wider as I tossed my arms around her, pulling her into a warm hug. “I missed you too, Pookie,” I greeted, easing up. She pulled away slowly, still smiling back at me. “So… shit happ
TANGLED LOYALTIES:BOUND BY VENGEANCE CHECKMATE
LUCA'S POVShe was sin itself. I shouldn't want her, I shouldn't touch her, but I did, and I craved more without stopping. I meant every word. I wanted to fall for her, die for her, and let her ruin me all she fucking wanted, even when a tad bit of subconscious voice screamed at me not to let my guard down. For all I knew, I could be nothing but some form of closure for her. She had broken herself when Antonio had died. What if that was all she wanted me for? Some damned replacement? Some error to be fixed? She couldn’t have Antonio anymore, and now she'd hop for me? But I nudged those dangerous thoughts aside, my eyes lost in hers as we pulled away from the kiss. Not for once did I loosen my grip on her. I wasn’t exactly certain how I survived for so long, telling myself she didn’t mean crap to me, because now that I finally had her in my arms again, I felt fucking whole. “Luca, I—” A sudden knock interrupted whatever it was she was about to say. A visible frown lined my
TANGLED LOYALTIES:BOUND BY VENGEANCE A man who yearns
ISABELLA'S POVStunned was an understatement. So I was embarrassed. My gaze lifted from Viviana’s back to Luca, who had an awfully irritating smirk glued to his lips. Fuck, he lured me here. He knew I'd not resist the urge to meet him after he had alleged rumors about him having some woman as a lover, and I, like a fool, had fallen right into his trap. “Good,” I said, clearing my throat. “Because you'd be a real asshole if you fucked your brother’s woman,” I asserted, trying as hard as I could to speak with a straight face, especially now I knew the entire hall had their eyes pinned on me. Viviana shot me a murderous glare, and I knew she’d have shot me to death if she had a gun in her hand. But she wouldn’t strangle me—she wouldn’t take the risk of ruining her perfectly manicured nails. “Come with me,” Luca asserted, wrenching my arm into his grasp even before I could get a chance to argue or cause some damned fuss. The godawful smirk still remained stamped on his lips as
TANGLED LOYALTIES:BOUND BY VENGEANCE Wicked games
LUCA'S POV She held my gaze in the mirror, the response I wanted desperately hovered above her lips. Yes, desperately—I knew what I wanted, and I knew what she wanted as well. I had let her go. Fuck , I was pissed as hell. She wanted to leave? Then she fucking could. That was how I felt the first week. But by the second, I succumbed. I was close to the peak of my insanity. I went on a killing spree—butchering my enemies, rival factions, spies in our Bratva. I ruined everyone as much as I could, using that as an outlet for my anger, my pain—trying to cover up the vast space Antonio left in me. But after a month, I had done all the killing I could. And my men? They were scared as fuck of me. I was a radiating time bomb waiting to tick off. The only nutjob crazy enough to stick up to me was Mancini. I remembered telling him to fuck off. I remembered shoving a punch into his face and him doing the same to me. We had beaten each other to the brink of death until no one cou
TANGLED LOYALTIES:BOUND BY VENGEANCE Fuckedup reunion
ISABELLA'S POV“¡Sí, jódete y corre! ¡Eso pensé, maldito cobarde!" I cursed out loud, flipping him the middle finger, watching him run as fast as he could while I stood unbothered. “I can't breathe,” a strained, muffled voice called out from beneath my feet. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up!” I groaned, jabbing my foot back into his chest forcefully, repeatedly, earning more pained groans from him. “It must be bad being you, right?” I asked, tilting my head backward as I stuck my fingers into his pockets, pulling out his wallet to flip through. A couple of bills, but no ID. “Really?” I scoffed, yanking out the cash before tossing the wallet back at him and lifting my foot off his chest, earning a painful wheeze from his lips. “You have more money than I do, and you tried to rob me?” I asked, jabbing my boot into his side, rolling my eyes before turning on my feet. I tucked the hoodie over my head. “I'm never a thief, and I usually don't do this, but I'm in need of money, and you did t
TANGLED LOYALTIES:BOUND BY VENGEANCE No mercy left
--LUCA'S POVThe door swung open as Mancini barged in, his eyes searching directly for me amongst the others in the room. “I heard,” Mancini whispered, pulling closer to me. Not breaking his gaze, he tapped me slightly on the shoulder before squeezing my palm gently. “He was a soldier down to the last minute. I'm sure he'd be proud of you and wouldn’t want you breaking down,” Mancini reassured me. I nodded, trying to feign a smile, but I just couldn't. I should be mourning the death of my best friend, but here I was, assisting the others in a room, planning an attack. “Come on, man, huge fat to buckle up. We need to avenge his death. Every single one of us needs to make those bitches pay for messing with one of ours,” Mancini asserted again. For a brief moment, I was suspicious. How had he known about Antonio's death so fast? But I was quick to cross out the thought as soon as it settled in. This was the mafia—news spread fast, especially when the one dead was the second
TANGLED LOYALTIES:BOUND BY VENGEANCE Ruin and Ashes
LUCA'S POV Isabella stood before me, eyes red-rimmed, shaking. She hadn’t stopped crying since the explosion. Since she told me what she did. Since she whispered his name like a prayer before breaking into a million fucking pieces. Antonio was gone, my best friend was dead, the only one whom I could trust was gone, and it was all her fucking fault. It was her fault. It was always her. “Every single fucked-up thing that went wrong started the very moment I married you, Isabella!” I spat furiously as soon as we stepped through the doors. I grabbed her by the neck, pinning her back forcefully against the wall while hovering over her. “You! It was always you! You fucking killed him!” I retorted again. This time, she didn’t cower. She didn’t try wriggling her way out of my grasp. She kept crying, almost as though she couldn’t register my words. “You don’t get to cry, Isabella!” I slammed her back harder into the wall, a scowl spreading across my face as she finally lift
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