“And she said nothing?” My lips thinned, and he quickly said, “Then she must be pretty cool with the gory details.” “Oh, she doesn’t know you’re the Capo of ‘Ndrangheta, and it’ll be better if she doesn’t,” I stated as matter-of-factly. “I suppose it’s good. I wouldn’t want your brother pointing a
“But you’re older than my brother. Dom's twenty-eight and you're… twenty-nine, if I remember correctly.” “Seems like you've done your research.” He settled too close to me and the car started. “Since I'm older than your brother, would you rather I be your brother?” “How bad would it be?” I asked i
LUCIANO The last time I had been inside the Rossi mansion, I had received the biggest blow to my ego. The news about Belle’s secret marriage to Adonis Vitale, of all people, had made me want to go on a killing spree. Yet I had controlled my anger and had behaved for the sake of our alliances and t
A soft grunting noise reached my ears, and I alerted my senses. This was an enemy area and my life could have been in danger, though I doubted Matteo would be too hasty with such moves. My eyes fell on the girl standing on the other end of the large courtyard, the green maxi-dress clinging to her p
“You may never know,” I mumbled, my tone toward her soft for the first time. “You’re wrong. It wouldn’t change the way you see me, and it certainly won’t change the way I see you.” “How do you see me?” She gave it much thought while her eyes lingered on my chin and lips. The look in her eyes made
LUCIANO I had never liked people who talked a lot, but in Rose’s case, it was the complete opposite. The way her lips curved when she said something interesting or when her button nose scrunched, remembering a horrendous memory. She had not talked about Cosa Nostra or her relationship with Adonis
I was not sure if she would want her real identity to be revealed, so I left it to her. “Rose Garnier,” she said, extending her hand. Daeron returned with a light shake. “Garnier? French?” “Oui.” “Moi aussi. C'est Daeron Dupont,” Daeron said. “J'espère que vous apprécierez votre séjour ici.” (I
“Are you sure you can, De Luca?” she asked and slowly wheeled around and pressed her body to mine. Looping one of her hands around my shoulder, she shoved the other between us and held my cock in a tight grasp, making me gasp. “Do you think you can make me forget the guilt of doing this? Do you thin