Masuk“Thank fuck, you’re here,” Pietro sounded. “She didn’t take an epidural or whatever the fuck that is.” “What?” Rose had told me about it, how it could reduce the pain. But if she had not taken it— A loud cry sounded from the other side of the door, and my breath hitched. “Luciano, you need to go
LUCIANO “Have our men withdrawn from New York?” I asked, scrolling through the articles on my laptop. “It’s been eight fucking months since the break.” The inactivity in the east and west, both Cosa Nostra and Outfit, had been very nerve-wracking. Since the dramatic outbreak between Belle and Adon
I smiled. “What do you plan?”“Do you have any plans?”“Nothing big, but I was hoping to buy a country house.” Her smile lit up. “I mean, we certainly can’t raise this kid and our future children in a penthouse. They need a proper environment, sizeable space to run around.”“Our future children? How
Luciano was at the altar, his hands behind his back, his curly, dirty-blond hair pushed back, and behind him was Pietro, dressed in a tuxedo, since he was the best man along with Rione, and Lys and Sabina were the bridesmaids.I met Luciano’s stare and every thought I had left my mind. Even with all
ROSALINEI was not sure why I was doing this. What I knew was my attempts would go in vain and I would be shattered yet again, but I had to try one last time. I had to call Dom.Standing in front of the long mirror—dressed in an off-shoulder sheath-wedding gown with netted sleeves and hair properly
“Even my extra weight?”“Yeah, even my child’s weight.” Smirking, he added, “I liked you with the pink hair. What else could you possibly want?”“Okay, my pink hair wasn’t that bad.”***“There’s a tradition we should talk about,” Luciano said, coming out of the washroom in nothing but a towel wrapp
Suddenly I related to Pietro more than I ever had. What did I have? What would I lose if I died today? Nothing. I had nothing. At least my brother now had someone to return to every night, a place to call home and a person to call his. Fabiola will be yours, a voice in my head spat. In a week. Eve
LUCIANO My eyes were on the screen of my laptop, but my mind kept diverting to the image of Ros swaying her beautiful ass in the shower. The muffled sound of her humming reached me from behind the bathroom door, luring me to go inside, while I remained seated on the bed with my back leaned onto the
It was so small—the most fragile thing I had ever seen. Guilt coursed through my nerves at the thought of stopping that frail life. No, do not get attached. I could not risk ruining everything I stood for. Then, the faint sound filled the silence of the room, and my eyes immediately widened. The so
“We heeded your words, and we stopped a long time ago, so don’t start it,” I snapped. “If you’re here to tell me what an awful friend I am, I don’t need it. I’m not guilty and I don’t care.” “You don’t care that you backstabbed a friend?” The way she said it made my eyes round. Backstab her? Bella







