Mag-log in“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LUCIANO “Have our men withdrawn from New York?”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
I had continued to see Luciano over the weeks because I simply did not care anymore. It was as if the Rosaline Guerra who existed two months ago was gone, had disappeared completely. With Luciano and out of the borders of Cosa Nostra, I was free. Free to be me. His marriage was in two months though
“Luciano?” I called when he was about to step out. “Ci vediamo.” He smiled. “Presto,” he said softly and walked out. As the door closed, I wanted to melt to the floor, and cry because the Rosaline Guerra standing in the room right now was a fucking disaster. The thought of the images going out sca
“Did your friend delete the pictures?” he asked, and that pulled me out of the reverie. My body stiffened, and I gave a slight nod. “Cole cleared his drive, and your rat brought me his pen drives and laptop. I burned them.” “Good,” he murmured against my skin, heating the spot with his breath, the
“You’re using Ros to take revenge on our Capo? Is that it?” The more he questioned, the bigger the urge to shove his dick into his mouth got. As I unzipped his pants, he added, “You plucked Cosa Nostra’s forbidden fruit, because our Capo hurt your pride by fucking your woman and giving her the pleas







