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The Falco Estate
Umbria, Italy
"You're not coming to the party?" I asked the question before sitting next to my older cousin in his favorite patio, minding the dark half-circles under his light blue eyes and the semi-permanent scowl on his mouth. After that awfully long travel by car, I should be the one sulking and making faces, but I caught Ricchar at a bad time today.
Well, he was still working despite being stuck home all month long. Perhaps Ricchar was more stressed than usual by his current responsibilities in the family business. Plus, Cloe being pregnant and mostly bedridden for the time being...
"Cloe doesn't want me to leave," Ricchar muttered, his eyes busy on his phone. His outfit today was a simple black tracksuit with white stripes on the unzipped front, not very "businessmanly" like his usua
◆ MILES ◆The Falco EstateUmbria, ItalyMe. A hotelier. Working at Luxoria and running our hotel chain practically seven days a week. Devoting almost every moment of my life into the family business.Well, about half of the family business, since Pappa and our clan had long been focusing on the growth of our cruise and shipping line. Not Luxoria.Our hotel chain business had been in the backseat for a long while now, in fact. Why did Pappa want me to take over Luxoria? Did he think I needed the job? Or perhaps, he's actually starting to trust me more now when it comes to the family business.Before my tired brain could come up with a few good guesses, Ricchar left me alone in the patio to make a call.Then a very pregnant Cloe walked out the backdoors. She welcomed me with open ar
◇ KEL ◇ "So? Did he sign it or what? He's not replying to my emails anymore. Sonuvabitch ghosted me." I giggled at Gaia's fairly incensed reaction. It was my fault—I didn't tell her about the last conversation I had with Enzo, about that loan payment agreement I asked Gaia to revise. Well, in all honesty, I didn't want to talk to her about him at all. That last time I decided to hang out with him ended on a profoundly baffling note. Lately, I couldn't think of much else besides his cryptic goodbye that day. I just didn't know if Enzo really meant what he said...that it would be the last time we'd see each other. That he would never bother me again. It triggered a mini anxiety attack for me. I never told him he was being a bother, and I didn't know why he said that. "Sorry. He's just real busy these days," was my excuse. Hopefully Gaia didn't think I totally wasted her time and effort because Enzo repeatedly and blatantly refused to sign that contract. "So he didn't sign it?" "No.
× WARNING! ×× GRAPHIC CONTENT BELOW NOT INTENDED FOR YOUNG READERS ×◇ KEL ◇For years I'd been convincing myself that I was asexual. That I didn't need sex to feel whole. That I didn't need intimacy with another human being to feel like a normal person.At first I thought, being celibate and staying single would be a good way to avoid unwanted anxiety. In my case, it often resulted in depression or anxiety attacks from time to time.But now with Miles being intimate with me again, my senses just barred any other sensation except the familiar warmth of his soft mouth leaving gentle kisses on my neck. He kept licking and kissing me. Like my skin was his evening snack, or something. Some nervousness and concern disrupted my thoughts for a moment, but he wouldn't hurt me. He was always caref
◆ MILES ◆These fucking cockblockers...What else do I gotta do just to get laid tonight? I sighed and glanced at my phone, minding my bodyguard's lax gait as we approached Ricchar's office.Niccolo kept my guitar solo ringtone blasting through my phone's speakers as I stepped into my cousin's private study room. The distinct scent of dusty old books and some vanilla-smelling bourbon filled the room. I declined Niccolo's call just to make my phone shut up.Behind the hardwood desk crowded with paperwork, Ricchar sat back in his black swivel chair with his headset snug in his ear. A scowl wrinkled his lips. He looked busy talking to someone on the phone. The deep furrow in his dark brows and his unusually peremptory tone told me he wasn't in a better mood at all.I stood by the door while Alessio sat in one of the c
◆ MILES ◆"Così avrà l'immunità davanti alla legge."[So he will have legal immunity.]"Sono abbastanza certo che sia impossibile, Lorenzio."[I’m pretty sure it’s impossible, Lorenzio.]I squinted at the guy sitting in front of us, doubting his words, my patience thinning out. Besides the mother of all bitching headaches ending my long day on a shitty note, now I had to put up with an intruder that threatened to make my day even shittier. What he brought with him also posed a threat to my dwindling peace of mind and my plan of having at least six hours of sleep tonight. With Mykaela beside me. As I stayed put beside Ricchar, his full attention centered on the guy sitting in front of his desk and rocking restlessly in the chair opposite mine. Our prolonged si
◇ KEL ◇ Enzo's here. In the estate. Coincidence? Perhaps. There should be a significant reason behind Enzo driving all the way out here tonight. Miles didn't specify why. He just said Enzo had "some family issues" to sort out. Hence the guy hanging out alone in Ricchar's patio at this hour, drinking himself to oblivion. Not a pretty sight. And not the first time I'd seen him enjoying a bottle of strong wine all by himself. I'd figured a while ago that he only drank this much whenever he was under extreme pressure and stress. Cold, hugging myself and ready to confront the guy, I stepped out of the mansion through the sliding door. The noise startled him. Enzo fidgeted in his seat, and then sat up straight before I could get near. He cleared his throat after glancing at me, then quickly combed his wavy hair away from his face. "Hi." Hi? After ignoring all my texts, calls, and emails, that's all he's got to say? Something in me felt weird, knowing he wasn't even going to give me a h
◇ KEL ◇Fine. I gave up. If he didn't want to talk to me anymore, so be it. No more questions. No more begging.It's crystal clear Enzo would rather go to bed than spend another minute with me. Disappointed and at a loss, I retreated to the windy patio where Miles sat quietly.He settled in one of the chairs under the dim and yellowish lamplight. A meaningful smirk slanted his cute lips, and his squinting eyes told me he caught the awkward tension before Enzo walked out on me.A quick "catch up with you later" was Enzo's last words before dashing out of our sight. Allergic much? He didn't even bother to glance at me one last time before he shut the sliding door behind him.Well, at least he had the common sense to stay the night. Driving back to Florence would take him hours. Four if his driver wasn't careful
◇ KEL ◇ The scream we heard sounded a lot like it was Mrs. Falco. Did someone harm Miles' mother? The ominous thought formed goosebumps onto my arms. The hairs on my nape probably stood up now. It seemed impossible that someone would dare hurt her. Like Mr. Falco, she had bodyguards tailing her everyday. Gun-carrying security staff surrounded the estate day in day out. Who in their right mind would dare touch the Falcos in their own territory? As my brain tried to come up with a couple of flimsy guesses, Mr. Falco directed his steadfast gaze at his nephew and only son. "Charr, Maxim, cortile sul retro. Va' a dare un'occhiata." His lowered voice sounded imperative again. [Charr, Maxim, backyard. Go take a look.] "Pappa—" "Faccia come le dico!" Mr. Falco shouted and glared at Miles. The boss kept hi