Maximus
“Capo…he’s here,” Dolcezza, my right hand, muttered.
“Bring him in,” I said, pouring myself a drink and popping in two ice cubes. I watched the ice bob into the dark liquid. I heard the shuffling of footsteps, the door opening, a man screaming…the voice getting louder and louder.
“Ti prego! Ti prego, lasciami andare! Lasciami andare! Ti scongiuro… ho fatto tutto quello che mi hanno detto…!” the voice shouted.
"Stai zitto, figlio di puttana!" Dolcezza shouted, shoving the guy inside. Two others pushed him down on the floor, aiming the gun at his head.
“Capo…” Dolcezza said. I took a sip of my drink, let that alcohol burn my throat, inhaled deeply and then turned around. The guy stared up wide, fear-eyed at me, literally shaking.
“I did what you asked…” he whimpered in his thick Italian accent. “I d
GiannaI never expected him to say that. Ever.“And you said you don’t do romance…” I murmured.“I don’t,” he nodded. “I am just being honest. Now come on, let’s go eat before we get carried away.”“Okay,” I started to climb down his lap but Nico grabbed my waist and halted me.“What?” I frowned.“Where are you going?” he demanded, cocking his head to the side.“You said you wanted to eat.”“I didn’t say you can get off, though.”“I want to eat too,” I grimaced. “Believe it or not, I do get hungry and not always for you.” Nico chuckled and shook his head. he stood up…with me hanging down his neck like a Koala.“Wh…what are you doing?” I squealed.“Legs around my waist,” he ordered. “Hold on baby girl.”I giggled, throwing my legs around his waist and burying my face in his neck as Nico carried me downstairs. He was so fucking strong, his strong arm wrapped around me as he stalked down the stairs with effortless grace.“You smell nice, Signor Baldocchi,” I whispered in his ear. “I shou
Gianna If Nico ever found out I was snooping around in here, he’d lose his mind. But my curiosity and my need to help the man I loved outweighed the risk. I switched on the lights and grimaced at the mess. Nico had wrecked the place last time we were here, and no one had bothered to clean it since. The room felt heavy and frankly ominous. Especially with that life-size painting of Alessandro hanging there.Self-obsessed bastard.Thankfully, I knew where the journals were kept, so I made a straight beeline for the box I found that day. I couldn’t carry all of them, but a few would be enough for now. Vittoria told me I could keep one of the spare keys, so I knew I could come back later if I needed to.The journals were old and dusty, and I almost screamed when a spider crawled out. Those disgusting creatures…I hated them. I opened the first journal and stared at the cramped, slanted handwriting. It was going to take effort to decipher Alessandro’s thoughts. Shaking my head, I grabbed f
MaximusMirella remained unfazed. Being a Mole for the last god knows how many years would do that to someone.She was our Mole for the Baldocchi among many others. But Maria, aka Mirella, was the most trusted one. And the only one left alive.She has been the housekeeper for Vittoria Baldocchi for ages and now works for Nico and Gianna. Hence…nothing about their life or their stupid namesake marriage was hidden from me. Maria raised me and took care of me when I was brought to Drago, and before she was sent to work as a Mole. She was one of Drago's most trusted soldiers and hence was trusted enough to spy on the Baldocchi family.She has stayed in touch since then and kept me informed about Nicholas. I knew his life as if I had lived it with him. Nicholas didn’t know who I was, even after his futile background checks. But I…I knew everything about him. And that was how I wa
Maximus“Capo…he’s here,” Dolcezza, my right hand, muttered.“Bring him in,” I said, pouring myself a drink and popping in two ice cubes. I watched the ice bob into the dark liquid. I heard the shuffling of footsteps, the door opening, a man screaming…the voice getting louder and louder.“Ti prego! Ti prego, lasciami andare! Lasciami andare! Ti scongiuro… ho fatto tutto quello che mi hanno detto…!” the voice shouted."Stai zitto, figlio di puttana!" Dolcezza shouted, shoving the guy inside. Two others pushed him down on the floor, aiming the gun at his head.“Capo…” Dolcezza said. I took a sip of my drink, let that alcohol burn my throat, inhaled deeply and then turned around. The guy stared up wide, fear-eyed at me, literally shaking.“I did what you asked…” he whimpered in his thick Italian accent. “I d
GiannaNico was locked in the meeting room, deep in his meeting with his capos. I sat at my desk in my study, staring down at the designs on my iPad. They were rough designs, just the structure and once Maximus goes through them and gives me his feedback, I can start building upon it. Tess was busy setting up the whole logistics of Incanté, and I really appreciated her vision and dedication to this.I shifted on my chair and winced. But the feeling was delicious. My skin was still tingling from the mind-numbing pleasure that Nico introduced me to this afternoon. His fingerprints were still imprinted on my skin. I had no idea spanking could feel so…exhilarating.“Take me harder. Let me hear you scream my name.”I bit my lip, pressing my thighs together and I could almost hear his voice, feel him sink in and out of me, making me feel every fucking inch of him until he was buried up to his balls inside me. I shuddered, remembering how he just stayed that way, letting me feel him inside m
Gianna “What?” Nico growled, looking pissed already. I subtly meshed my fingers with his in a warning. His jaw hardened in response, but he did calm down a bit.“Yes. Two gunshot wounds to the chest and…his tongue was chopped off too. We’re still piecing together the timeline. But we do need to ask if either of you recognize this man.” Ferraro said, pulling a photo from a thin file.I leaned forward instinctively, but Nico’s grip tightened slightly, almost like some sort of warning. The man in the photo was lifeless. Blood soaked the front of his suit. His face was slack, a jagged scar cutting down one cheek.“Anything?” Ferraro asked. I slowly shook my head.He was wearing a black mask. I didn’t see his face at all,” I muttered. “But the clothes are the same.”Ferraro turned his gaze to Nico. “And you, Signor Baldocchi?”“I have enough enemies to fill a small country, Lieutenant. I can’t remember every face that wants me dead,” Nico replied tartly. I felt the faintest flinch in Ferr