LOGIN“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LUCIANO “Have our men withdrawn from New York?”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
LUCIANO I looked at Pietro from my peripheral vision as he paced back and forth on one side of the room. Rione stood beside my couch, keeping a straight and strong stature, most probably to show his father his worth, but it would not be this easy for a man like Karel to let go of the supervision he
“You’d be surprised,” I drawled. “Letting someone know of all the things you want to do to them is not the wisest way. Rather, you should be able to let the anticipation build. You should let the person feel what they want to, let it magnify.” His smirk slowly disappeared. “Just like I did with you.
“He said he’s already on it.” “Does he know?” “No. He didn’t ask much about what he’s blackmailing me with, which is good.” There was relief in her voice. “He understood it was something private, which was why I was being blackmailed for it. I just gave him the number.” “Good. I’ll send him a goo
If these photographs spread, I would be the one in trouble, whereas he would be the man who, as I guessed everyone would say, had plucked one of the forbidden apples of Cosa Nostra. *** LUCIANO Everything had been falling in order. The alliance with the Callahans was to be signed in a week or two







