LOGINMafia boss Dominic Russo faces chaos and betrayal. He forms an unlikely alliance with Lucia Moretti, a mysterious and cunning partner with her own agenda. As they navigate the treacherous mafia world, loyalty and trust are tested. Alliances shift, rivalries intensify, and Dominic and Lucia must outsmart enemies and confront their demons. Will their unexpected alliance lead to redemption or destruction?
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“I need you to come.” I am on the edge of an insane orgasm staring at Mr Williams fingers. He is finger fucking me as I hold on to my dear life. I'm begging him to fuck me harder and watch my wetness slip down his arm. I need something bigger. I need his- “Emma!” I jerk in my seat, startled. Mr Williams' deep voice pushes me out of my dirty imagination. Dammit. “Yes sir,” I respond, blinking hard. I've been completely lost in my head for the past minute. What the hell is wrong with me? “I said come with me,” he repeats those same words that drifted me to one of my many imaginations with him. This was certainly not the first. And trust me won't be last time I imagine my boss and step father fuck me. I scramble to my feet, feeling my cheeks turn red. Mr Williams' grey eyes are on me. His long fingers wrapped around the door knob. The thought of them wrapped around my neck cross my mind. Stop it Emma. “I'm sorry,” I mumble as I grab the last file. I catch the glimpse of other employees gazing at me as I arrange the files on my side of the conference table. It’s already bad enough that everyone knows me as his stepdaughter. I wonder what they might think of me if they ever found out how much I fantasize about fucking him. Yes. My name is Emma Collins and I have dreams of my step father's cock buried inside me. His girth and length fucking the senses out of me. Knox Williams is my mother's new play thing. Hot with a sexy tattooed body I only get to see at home. I can't lie that I'm not jealous of my mother's choice. Or how she's the one that gets to fuck him while I'm haunted by her loud moans at night. But I know it won't last long. None of my mother's many marriages do before she finds a new richer guy to fuck and seduce to become his wife. My mother also never misses the opportunity to remind me I was a mistake from her first. I never got to meet my father and I want to keep it that way. She tells me my face reminds her of him, which isn't even my fault. But who cares? She already sees me as nothing more than a mistake she resents. And I plan to give her more reasons to hate me when I finally fuck her husband. I got the perfect chance when he offered me an internship position at his marketing firm and wasted no time to accept it even though my mother was against it. Fuck her. But to be fair, I didn't have much of a choice when all I had gotten several rejections from the other firms I had applied to. Mr Williams was my savior and might just be my ruin. He has a body of a Greek god and a face any woman would be on her knees for. I secretly hate that my mom saw him first. Those full lips and eyes are my worst distractions. I could barely concentrate throughout the meeting. Or even now when he turns to look at me. I'm already a wet mess down there. He opens the door and steps out first, holding it back for me. His gaze on me leaves a shiver skittering over my skin. It's electric. And hot. I adjust my skirt as I try to match his step. The throbbing sensation between my thighs is killing me. I can't help but think what he'll do to me when my thoughts of him do this much. “Are you coming?” I want him. And I'm going to make Knox Williams mine.Lucia I sat in the Russo's family office, my eyes fixed on Dominic's tortured expression. His words hung in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Dominic, the man I had come to trust, the man I had grown to admire, was a murderer.My mind raced with questions. How could he have done such a thing? What drove him to commit such a heinous crime? Was the lady worth the death? was he an obsessed creature? And why was he telling me this ?Dominic's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze piercing through the silence. "I didn't mean to hurt anyone," he said, his voice laced with regret. "I just wanted to protect myself, my family's name..."I shook my head, trying to process the information. I couldn't believe that the man I had been working for , the man I had come to trust, was capable of such a thing. But as I looked into his eyes, I saw something there that gave me pause. I saw a glimmer of pain, of regret. And I knew that there was more to the
Dominic Russo Her face is so lovely. Her air, so comfortable. I find myself sitting down watching her doing the dishes. "Are you not going back to your room anymore? ""I would rather sit down here and charter ""okay " she turned and used a dry cloth to clean out the dishes. Sharing a bit about my past is something I never do. But this lady made me do it. "My mother was an African -Italian. My Dad died when I was young and she brought me to Italy, seeking a better life. She didn't know the language but was determined that nothing would get in the way of her affording a college education for me and my brothers, but it's hard to find an job when you don't know the language. So, she started washing cars and taking laundry ""Sounds like a focused and hardworking woman " she smiles. "She is focus and determined.She didn't let the language become a barrier to her boys education. She'd find expensive neighborhood, get in with one house than do such a good job word of mouth would spread
LUCIA After a long flight across the earth, I spend one night and day at a hotel. This morning, I wake, washing my tears masked face, I figure it's a brand new day, signaling a new me, a new year in the middle of the year for me. A new start of a broken heart. I smooth my long light pink hair, dress in a cheerful brown long fitted gown that's fit the color of the day. I take a deep breath. Say farewell to the waste past year of my life. Grab my red suitcase to the Russo's residence. I now stand at the gate, my face was accessed before I entered the large compound. I feel a glimmer of hope and confidence, but it's strong enough to stretch a smile across my face. I wave to the gardeners and workers who were performing their morning duties as I make my way to the main building strictly for family business. I entered my office which was at the door entrance of the Russo's main building. As I was told I am the first employed financial analyst .So, the office was neatly arranged, it
LuciaHe told me those five words I detest hearing in a relationship—it marked the end of a beautiful beginning: You deserve a better person. I stand before my eight-month relationship boyfriend, and he spills those detestable words to me. Thoughts race through my mind, questioning his intentions. Is he admitting he’s not good enough, or is he expressing deep love to improve for me? I battle with these thoughts, wondering if he sees himself as flawed compared to my perceived angelic nature.You deserve a better person. I find the words meaningless. If there’s nothing fundamentally wrong with him, aren’t we a match? I contemplate waiting for him to grow into a better person if that’s the issue. Who else deserves him if not me? And if the problem is him becoming a better person, who else deserves me if not him, my source of peace?Standing in a parking lot, reading his eyes without the courtesy of a café seat, it becomes evident he’s ending our relationship. I ponder what went wrong, q
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