Chapter eleven. DanteHer eyes widened. “You can't do that, Dante. They are your men.” She pleaded, and I scoffed.“Are they? You know what to do.” I was still trying to hold back my anger. The hallway was virtually empty, with no soul loitering around.I'd always trusted my instincts for as long as I could remember. I'd gotten a weird feeling immediately I left the dungeons where I'd tortured that bastard. My legs had brought me over to the control room. And when I'd seen that familiar slender legs seated comfortably on a chair, I'd almost lost it.Were my men out of their fucking minds? How could they allow someone into the control room, moreso a woman?“Dante-” She called out, but I cut her off again.“You know what to do, Grenade. Apologize, or they die. I can't believe my men were so stupid enough to allow you into the control room. The thought of it is enough to make me want to kill them.” I snapped.She recoiled, dipping her gaze. Her lashes rested on her cheeks,
Chapter twelve. WestHe'd kissed me. And as much as I hated to admit it, I'd loved it as much as I bet he did. And I hated it. I hated all these. The fact that Dante had control over the way my body reacted towards him.Fausto's words were deeply etched in my mind. ‘Don't fall for him.’I rose to my feet, pacing back and forth the room. I began walking towards the door. Maybe spending some time with Guilia would do me so good. Help me take my mind away from the kiss with my enemy.Just then, the door opened and a figure barged in. Since I was facing the door, I saw who it was.“Ever heard of common courtesy, Amara?” I asked, calmly.She paused for a second at the entrance, before strolling further in. She stopped right in front of me, with a look that could freeze a raging ocean. “You should say that to yourself.” She retorted, her chest heaving.As I roamed my eyes discreetly over her body, I couldn't help but admit to myself how beautiful she looked. She was fit, a
Chapter thirteen. DanteHer eyes widened, as she pursed her lips. If Luca had been absent in the room, I'd have grabbed her, and kissed her hard. She'd tasted good when I'd kissed her earlier on. Cristo, this woman was going to be the death of me.“What trip are you talking about, Dante? Are you sending me away?” She snapped, and crossed her arms. At that moment, she looked like a whiny child whose candy had been grabbed from her mouth.I scoffed, and walked towards her slowly. Luca was still standing to the side. “Is the jet ready?” I asked him in Italian. He took that as his cue to leave. Once we were alone, my gaze turned feral. She swallowed, but didn't avert her gaze.“What are you trying to do, Dante?” She asked calmly. So calm that if didn't know her- or think I know her, I'd have believed she was unaffected by what I'd told her.But I knew that beneath that calm facade, she was figuring out millions of ways to convince me. None of which was going to work,
Chapter fourteen. WestWith a furious expression on my face, I crumpled up on my seat, in the jet. Not in the best state of mind, I didn't appreciate the luxuriousness and beauty of the jet all.I was furious. What right did he have to send me on a ‘little trip?’ I snapped my fingers furiously, my heart swelling in fury as the seconds ticked by.I fell into an angry sleep thirty minutes later.When I finally came to, we'd landed at a tarmac. A posh looking car was already waiting, when I came out of the jet. The men Luca had assigned to accompany me, had cold looks on their face.I harrumphed, and slid into the passenger's seat.An hour later, and I was standing before a beautiful villa. I turned to the men who were about to leave.“What's this place?” I asked irritably. Covered on all side by expanse of sand, the villa gave off the vibe of a beach home.At a not too far distance, waves upon waves of water sounded. Scratch my earlier words, this was surely a beach ho
PROLOGUEITALY. Dante“How long before the chopper descends?” I tapped on the swivel chair, my eyes unblinkingly staring at the large projector.“An hour and half, Capo.” Santino replied, with a polite nod.“Activate the spy buds,” I ordered, and leaned back on my chair.“Zio, what's up? Is the chopper set to descend?” A deep baritone sounded in my ears, and I sighed. Luca was the only one bold enough to call me Zio.“An hour and half is all you have to get the King of Hearts, and get the fuck out of New York.” I rasped.“You know that isn't possible, Zio-” Luca began saying.“That order isn't open for negotiations. The mission mustn't fail.” I cut him off, and turned to Santino."Any threats in sight?” I calmly poured myself a glass of Martini, and took a hearty gulp.“No Capo, there isn't…wait-” He projected the screen, and two red animated figures blinked on it. “They seem to be Fausto's men.”“Take them down.” I ordered without hesitation.“Yes Capo.” Tappin
Chapter one. WestI clenched my teeth, keeping the forced smile on my face, as I wrapped my legs around the bastard's waist. His hands crept up my thigh, upwards to my belly.“You're so beautiful-” He paused.“Ria,” I said quickly. “My name is Ria. And I love how your hands feel on my body.” I leaned in, to his touch, letting his eyes rest on my cleavage. He stared at me hungrily, as I counted down the time, inwardly.How I wanted to snap the leering bastard's neck. But I couldn't.He was Enzo, the renowned cartel, after all. And I couldn't afford to make a mistake, else I'd be dead before I even knew it.“Suck my cock.” He grabbed my hair, forcefully, and I almost punched him on the face. In the dimly lit room, devoid of his usual bodyguards, he was vulnerable. To him, I was just a harmless young woman, he'd picked up at the bar. I could do whatever I wanted, and escape if I wanted to. But, I needed to get the documents first.Few weeks ago, we'd gotten information t
Chapter two. DanteThe music blared from all ends of the bar, as I leaned on the table at an obscure corner. Nursing my glass of wine, I roamed my eyes around.“You never cease to amaze me, Zio. Why don't we head to the VIP section? You've always been heavy on security.” Luca grumbled, as he crossed his legs over the other.“Since you know that, you shouldn't have dragged me out here, to a bar.” I drawled.“Dragged? Don't tell me, you're serious. I could never drag you, without your consent, Dante. Admit it already, you wanted to come.” He scoffed.And though I wanted to rebuff his words, I couldn't. I'd wanted to come here. This place held memories, beautiful memories I didn't want to forget.Luca pulled his chair close, placing his hands on the table. “You still think of her, don't you?” He asked quietly.“Don't…” I turned my head away.“Just say it, Zio.” He pressed on.A glare at him, and he excused himself, saying he wanted to go, dance with some women. To boost my
Chapter three. WestThe harmless-scaredy- look, wiped off my face, once the door shut close. I stared down at the thick black duvet, wondering why I'd done what I did.I hadn't been drunk last night. Inwardly praising myself for pulling off the plan of luring him in, by pretending to be in trouble, my breath had hitched, when I'd seen his face.In my twenty five years of life, I hadn't seen someone look so ruggedly handsome. His pale face held that strength to it, that couldn't be ignored. Even his voice commanded respect.Well, to get what I want, I had to give up something. And did I regret sleeping with him? Maybe. He was every inch a conceited fool.I clambered off the bed, and hurried to the bathroom. It was time to wash up, and take a look around the glass house.Italy was a beautiful place. When I'd arrived a fortnight ago, I'd been awed by how beautiful it looked. I hadn't rented a condo. Dante wasn't foolish, and although I knew he'd looked into my background