LOGINMy breathing rate slowly increased on seeing his outstretched hand, and out of my gritted teeth, I asked, "Did you poison this food?" There was no slight change in his face as he answered me coldly, "I would rather choke you to the bed with my bare hands, Senorita. That way, you'll curse out my name" My eyes dimmed for a moment. Was this devil in an armani suit still talking about murder? "Now, open your mouth!" He commanded and my stomach rumbled in protest. My lips vibrated and I tried to hold the hot tears forming inside of my eyes. I couldn't stay longer with this hunger. As long as I'm not submitting to be his slave then I could come to a compromise. .. .. Her name is Sofia Di Marco; surviving heir of a powerful mob family. After a decade of hiding from the Italian government She finally steps out to start a new life but she bumps that new life into a mystery billionaire man who turns out to be the King of the New York Underground. That was his identity, but to her, he was Mr. Pompous; the raging green-eyed Devil in an Armani suit.....
View MoreClancy POVI stepped out of the hotel with my very own two little hurricanes in human form. Francesca and Marcela following close, still bickering like sworn enemies who shared a womb.Their voices were high and fell like a rollercoaster of complaints, but I didn’t say a word. I didn’t know what to.Outside, a row of black-suited agents lined both sides of the driveway like statues. Dark shades, stoic faces.They stood at ease, but I knew they had sidearms tucked neatly beneath those tailored jackets. They were weapons in motion yet none dared draw a gun. Not when I had made it clear, no visible weapons when my daughters are present.Anyone who did otherwise was courting death, and delivering death was the one business I never failed in.Matteo, now temporarily reassigned as my driver, jogged ahead and opened the door to the waiting limousine. I helped the girls inside, Francesca springing in like a wild cat while Marcela stepped in with a pensive frown inked deep across her fo
Sofia's PovMy fingers trembled against the glass screen of my device. “No bars yet,” I muttered, my voice more brittle than I wanted Giada to hear.I kept refreshing the signal every other second. Nothing. Just the same lifeless display. No signal meaning no connection.The air inside the car was tense, suffocating even. The speedometer ticked closer to the edge, the car swerving past the highway bends like a missile. Agent 47’s hands were steady on the wheel, but mine…..mine wouldn’t stop shaking.Beside me, Giada had been doing the same, checking her phone obsessively. She finally turned her head with a short exhale, “Still nothing, Fia. There's not even a glimpse”Damn it! I clenched my jaw hard and blinked away the tears gathering behind my lashes. I had held it in all through the drive, told myself to stay strong.Queen Sofia Di Marco didn’t fall apart under pressure but I was cracking inside. I was literally screaming internally."My children..." I whispered so softly
Clancy's POVI didn’t realize I was crying.Not until the burning in my eyes blurred the faces in front of me, and something warm and wet touched the curve of my cheek.“You’re a bad man… Why did you leave us?”Her voice was soft and accusing. Shaking something in me I never wanted disturbed.Those words echoed through every hollow space inside me and this caused my breath to falter. They were mine.My daughters. My children.Sofia… she must have left North America pregnant.How could I forget the number of times that we had unprotected sex because we got caught in the moment. It explained everything. Their age. Their eyes. The shape of their lips when they frowned like her. The way one of them arched her brow just like I used to do in mirrors as a teenager. God, even their energy. Where the hell else could that energy come from but the two of us?The guilt swept in through me like a flood; violent and overwhelming, no warning. My knees hit the floor; my palms spread on the
Sofia’s POV "Shut up!" My voice cracked out of me before I could catch it. The world around me felt like it was spinning. The air was too thin. My vision blurred, not from fear, no, but from the toxic, twisting nausea in my chest. Her words... that voice… the Interagent's voice crawled into my skull like venom and settled in the hollows of my shame. No. I was not like her. I will never be like her. She stood there, the same twisted smirk pulling at her lips as though my pain was her entertainment. A smile that dared to mock what little air I had left in my lungs. "Ball’s in your court, Queen," Rosita said with a tilt of her head, the sickly sweetness gone, replaced by sharp indifference, "I'm done with this conversation. The code" I swallowed. My throat burned. My fists clenched until I felt my nails dig into my palms. "How do I trust you?" I asked, the words barely laced in the breath I had left, “What if you walk away and decide to change your mind?” Her eyes
Clancy’s POVThe jet’s wheels had barely kissed the tarmac before I was already loosening the button of my collar. My patience was a rare currency these days, and I had none left to waste. As I descended the jet stairs,a black line of polished vehicles awaited, purring silently beneath the golde
Sofia's POV His gaze bore into me, low and furious, and I felt that old, familiar flicker of ice crawl up my spine. What right does he have to barge in here? I thought, my pulse thundering. He's nothing but an pompous head playing house with this hotel. “Do you mind explaining what you think yo
Sofia's POVI was pacing around in the room, from one end of the wall to the other with my fist tightly clenched.How dare he?How dare Clancy McCain think he can do whatever he wants?For a moment, it felt like I was under his control and wanted to break free but he is ever cunning to know the right wo
Sofia's POV"Mamma, you look beautiful today" Francesca was jumping around on the bed as I watched my daughters on the screen with their assigned Nanny who was trying to get Marcela to sit.I blushed slightly and pushed my hair behind my ears. "That makes me feel happy, Baby. You two look better than




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