Mag-log in“I should’ve killed that kid when I caught hold of Durant. That fucking bastard! Even his son isn’t any less,” Julian groaned. “He’s just a kid,” I murmured under my breath. That was what I believed. Aleksandr was a kid whose father had done terrible things and got taken away from him. He could no
BELLA Checking up on Fabi and Mamma one last time, I headed downstairs. The events had shaken everyone today. I knew I had nothing to reassure them with, not until Adonis and Matteo were back. Dante and Julian, the enforcer, were on the couch, faces smeared with tension. Julian’s phone buzzed, and
“Bombs,” someone yelled out. We lowered ourselves under the table while Adonis and his men pulled their guns out. Many men and women rushed toward the exit, trying to save their lives. I pulled Alessia closer to me and Mamma let out a heavy gasp and peeked her head out from under the table. “Don’t
“He had huge muscles and there were tattoos on his hands.” He pointed at the back of his hand. “He looked scary.” I couldn’t help but laugh at the look on his face. So pure and innocent. “You have nothing to fear,” I assured him and he stepped out of the room. “You’re the new bride.” “I am.” Ther
BELLA The outdoor reception was Ros’s idea. She loved the sight of string lights and candles, decorating almost every part of the bamboo ceiling and poles, giving the venue a light yellow touch amidst all the whites and blues. The only part I hated was that she wasn’t here to bear through the eveni
“You taste,” I scraped my teeth just below her clit and she moaned loudly, “so fucking delicious.”***BELLAOh, God! This was too much. I was riding his face, desperate to match the movements of his tongue. I wanted to hide my face in a blanket, worried about how this overwhelming need looked on me
It was already a quarter past eleven when he parked in front of my apartment and let out a sharp exhale, his hands tightening around the steering wheel. No matter how much he tried to act, my questions affected a part of him. I opened the door and said, “I had an amazing time, Adonis. Thank you.”
I looked down at the roll of tissues centring the table and admitted, “I read about the whole mishap in an article. But you’re the capo now and that will not change.” “Not until I die.” “Yes.” The idea of it made my heart ache. “So why haven’t you married and produced an heir? Is it because of tha
BELLA Adonis had already made a reservation at one of the most renowned restaurants in Brooklyn. It didn’t even surprise me. He was a man of power and probably owned this damned place, too. Who knew? The reserved area was like a single room for a romantic dinner for two. “What would you have?” Se
“That’s the artist,” Adonis said. “The questionable paintings are his.” I could only see a few matching his description. “The rest of his more discreet works are probably upstairs. Come on.” He jerked his head toward the artist. “Actually, you go on. I’d like to stay here and observe.” “Are you su







