MasukElena’s POVSomeone knocks on my door. “Ma’am, may I come in?”I straighten at the sound of the voice outside my door. “Yes, come in.”A young woman enters, dressed in the same uniform I have noticed on the other staff in the hotel.“Pardon me, Miss Elena. The Don would like to see you in the west wing.”“Um, okay.”She starts to leave, and I get up.“Please wait. I don’t know where the west wing of this hotel is. I’ll go with you.”I have been here long enough to know how easily someone could get lost in this hotel. I slip into my shoes and follow her, grateful I didn’t attempt to find it myself.We eventually enter a large suite, different from my room. Massimo is seated with a few men, one of whom is showing him a document.“Excuse us,” he says.“Oh.”I turn to leave.“Not you, Elena.”I stop and turn back as the men walk past me. The young woman leaves with them, closing the door behind her.Massimo studies me, and I wonder whether I should have changed before coming. I am wearing
Massimo’s POVI stare at the photograph lying in front of me, beside a message I have read so many times I no longer need to look at it.She has changed you. How did you forget that this is not you?That is why she has to go.Someone took the photograph outside the club. Elena is smiling at me, and I am too occupied with her to notice someone was standing across the street, close enough to capture that expression on her face.I push the photograph away.“Have we found the person who dropped this?"“Yes boss but he is insisting he was just a courier guy,” Benito says. “We’re tracing all the path it took before it got to him.”Of course we are. We keep checking things after something has already happened.I almost say it aloud, but he is waiting for an instruction, and taking my anger out on him will not change the fact that I am the man in that photograph. I knew there were people watching me. I knew I had enemies who will jump on weaknesses like this. Elena has become my weakness. Ye
Rodrigo’s POVWhen my men told me they saw Massimo dancing with a woman in his club, I didn’t believe them.I told them they were wasting my time. Massimo Ponteza does not dance. He does not stand in the middle of a club with his hand on a woman’s waist like some boy who just discovered music. He doesn’t approach people. People come to him when he permits them to.He is the most powerful Mafia boss in the network. That is the man I know.But I have never been so wrong.I am sitting in the car now, staring at the man I have known all my life, and I still don’t want to believe it is real.There he is.His jacket open. Head bent. Smiling at the girl I saw at the auction. She is laughing, and he is holding her hand like he is afraid the street will take her away.Massimo.Touching someone in public like he has forgotten there are cameras, enemies, and history watching.I see how happy he is.He has no right.Not after what he did to my younger sister, Amelia.Massimo was an elder brother
Elena’s POVAs Massimo leads me towards the dance floor, two things are on my mind: one, I cannot dance, and two, I cannot dance, so this will be a disaster. Definitely.I slow down, and he stops with me, turning without letting go of my hand. There is a small crease between his brows until he catches the expression on my face. His questioning look fades, and his mouth begins to curve into a smile. I find myself smiling back before he even utters a word. He bends his head so I can hear him.“Changed your mind, Elena?” he asks, drawing out my name in a low, teasing voice.One corner of his mouth lifts, and I press my lips together to keep from bursting into laughter. He is clearly enjoying my hesitation. I wish he wasn’t. It makes me comfortable enough to want to move closer, to hear what he would sound like if the music weren’t so loud.“No, but I should probably warn you. I don’t know how to do this.”He chuckles.“I don’t know if you remember, but you already told me.”“Yes, I said
Massimo’s POVI returned late from a business meeting and just as I’m freshening up, Benito calls to tell me that Elena is already waiting for me. I ask him to send her upstairs to my suite.A few moments later, Elena walks in while I am fastening my watch, and I instantly regret making that decision.She is wearing jeans and a sleeveless white top. Nothing elaborate, but apparently that is enough to make me forget how a clasp works. Her hair is down, and when she comes closer, I catch the scent of her perfume.I should have sent someone to tell her I would meet her downstairs. Having her in my room, smelling like that while looking like a snack, does a great deal of undoing for me. Why don't I learn?Why does she have to be so beautiful? How is it even possible to want someone this much?“Am I dressed properly?” she asks.Those jeans fit her very well. Far too well that if I open my mouth to speak what will come out won't have anything to do with the club.“Yes,” I manage“You’re sta
Chapter 28Elena’s POVHe is going to kiss me.That is alarming, but not nearly as alarming as how badly I want him to. I can’t move. A strange, unfamiliar need overwhelms me until all I can think about is his mouth on mine and how it would feel to have his hands on me.I am so hot I think I might actually have a heat stroke.I stare at his lips, mesmerised, while he watches me, eyes hooded. He is breathing harder than usual, and I seem to have stopped breathing altogether.When I don’t answer, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, giving a small shake of his head.I know what my silence must look like. But I want him to kiss me. I want him to hold me in his arms and take what I cannot seem to offer with words. My mouth simply refuses to explain what the rest of me wants so desperately.When he opens his eyes, there is a resolve in them that makes my stomach sink. He is going to change his mind, and I am sitting here letting him.My pulse is racing so hard that I wonder whether
Massimo’s POVDear God she does exist. I have spent the last five days tailing her just to prove she isn't real. But she is.She is here with a group of friends now at a bar. The parking lot outside Mirador del Viento bar is as empty as any overpriced exclusive bar could be under the warm Marbel
Massimo's POV"No,you can’t… you can’t do this…" Viktor shrieks.Over the last few years I had known this day would come. The day when I would have the last of Spain’s most feared dons VIcktor cowering before me on the top of my three-storey building torture house right in the middle of the busies
Elena’s POVI arrived in Valencia yesterday and the first thing I had to do this morning was come to my garden but what is before me right now is beyond heartbreaking. My Valencia garden is dying.This is where my love for plants started. I planted some of these with my dad when I was seven and ove
Elena’s POV.“Traveling to 'Valencia' is a bad idea, Elena!” My best friend Ingrid yells.Something is wrong with me. And I have known this for a while although I tried to fight it at first but I have since learned that this is how I am, my nature.I love being told what to do, being obedient. I lov







