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Rose POV
“Ouch babe!”!, I heard soft moans from the room upstairs, “No this can’t be” was my thought all along as I rushed my way up the stairs towards the room.
“Vicenzo won’t do this to me” I repeatedly tried to calm myself despite the fact that I could hear someone else moaning his name softly.
Few steps towards the door, the moans stops as I yanked the door open only to find him in his own sweat.
“Where is she!!!!!” I shouted, as I found him alone while I scanned and searched the room vigorously.
“Babe I can explain, it’s honestly not what you think, he said as he tried to stop me, and that was when I noticed the window was wide open which was an obvious sign that she has escaped.
“Arrrrghhh!!!!”, I shouted as I threw the table lamp on the floor, “how could you austin!!!, how would you break me like this!!!??
“It not what you think, it just some random girl, you were away, I was missing you too much and I just saw myself doing this” he said with little remorse on his face.
“I was away, I didn’t do this, but you did, you have no explanation for this”, I said fumingly trying my best not to hit me.
“But you shouldn’t have left me for too long” he said with a little defence, stunned, I turned to look at him, “Did this dude just try to make it seem like I had a part in this?”
“Have a good day”, I said as I walked down the stairs as fast as I could, got into my car and drove somewhere else before I light the house on fire, I drove to a well known booming club called Eden.
“Hey beauty”, the bouncer passed a cute look but I couldn’t care less about it as I walked into the club as I ordered for an alcoholic red wine.
Sitting on the chair, the music “drunk in love” by Beyonce filled the air as ladies in their skimpy dresses swayed their waist to the music, and then I realized I wasn’t in the right outfit, I shove that thought aside as I stood up and moved to the beat.
“You dance well mi lady”, a light skinned man said as he pulled my waist closer to his, I was disgusted and irritated as I turned to push him away.
“Leave her alone! a caramel skinned man pushed him away before I could even act.
"I didn't need you to," I said, my gaze drifting to his warm, honey-brown eyes. Our eyes locked for a fleeting moment, and I felt a spark of electricity run through me.“May I have this dance”, he gestured as he stretched out his hands, I gently place the wine glass on the table as I took his hands into mine.
His hands around my waist as he drew me closer, I could smell his cologne and feel his masculinity, I almost forgot about the drastic event that happened earlier during the day.
The light we’re got dimmed as slow sensual song filled the air and I moved my body along the rhythm.
“You sure got some moves girl, you can call me Luther”, he said as I watched his lower rosy lips carved as he said his name Luther.
“Thank you, I am rose”, I said sheepishly with smiles on my face.
“Drink up girl, you look a bit down, you need to ease up that tension”, he said as he offered me the drink.
He was a total stranger I wasn’t supposed to, but instead I found myself taking the drink almost immediately and gulping it all.
“It strong” I said as the effect of the alcohol hit me, “yes love, that whisky” he said and I almost melted at the deepness of his voice
The light turned red and dark I could barely see and it was getting late into the night and I was feeling so damn light as we danced slowly towards the wall.
“Unbutton your sleeves”, he commanded quietly, and I found myself obeying his command as I buttoned down exposing my black bralette exposing my cleaving and barely covering my boobs.
“What a good girl” he said as he leaned down and trailed kisses from my neck down to my cleavage.
“Release yourself for me love “ he said and I found myself obeying him.
“What effect does this man have on me, I wondered” and in no time I felt his hands around my feminine area, I was already wet and moist dying with need as he slid one finger into me slowly.
“Lu..ther!!, soft moan escaped from my lips as he continued thrusting slowly and slowly.
“Yes baby girl , cum for me” he said and after few seconds I felt myself tighten around him and realeasing itself sending some sense of calmness.
“ i need to leave” i said as I turned towards the exit, of course I needed to leave this place before I would go beyond what I expected.
“I’ll drive you home, don’t argue you are already tipsy and the environment is dangerous, you need a man to guard you” he said.
I obeyed as we got into his vehicle, it was a Bentley truck, damn he smelt so cool as he drove me home collecting my digits and dialing them for me to have his.
“Goodbye Luther, I said as I stepped down from his car and walked into the apartment as he zoomed off.
I really didn’t want to see austin right now as I made my way to my room, I heard soft moans from the balcony up the stairs, I don’t let anger get to me time, to be honest I didn’t feel as angry as this morning.
I tiptoed quietly to the balcony as I saw austin ramming fast into the lady from behind, my phone fell from my hands as I was taken about by what I saw.
“Vincenzo my son, why didn’t you tell me your girl would be home this night?”,
My boyfriend was sleeping with his mother!!!
Rose’s POVThe atmosphere felt different lately..peaceful in a way I hadn’t experienced for a long time. It had been a few days since Marylin left Luther’s apartment, and honestly, it felt like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. The place finally felt like home… or at least something close to it. I could breathe, laugh, and not worry about someone glaring at me from the other side of the table.That morning, I was in the dining area having breakfast…toast, eggs, and a cup of coffee. The sun slipped through the large glass windows, painting warm gold across the marble floor. I had my hair tied in a messy bun and wore one of Luther’s shirts that almost reached my knees. It still smelled like him..dark, musky, and somehow comforting.I had just taken a sip of my coffee when I heard footsteps descending the stairs. My eyes lifted, and there he was.Luther Lombardi, my complicated man, dressed in dark sweatpants and a black shirt that hugged his body perfectly. His hair was sl
Luther POVThe moment I walked into the living room and saw the two of them standing opposite each other, I knew something was about to explode. The air was thick… heavy with that quiet kind of war women wage with their eyes long before words even start flying. Rose stood her ground, her jaw tight, while Marylin’s smirk told me she was enjoying every second of it.I paused at the doorway for a second, letting the silence stretch before I spoke. “What’s going on here?”My tone was calm, but sharp enough to slice through the tension in the air. Both of them turned. Rose’s eyes met mine for just a moment… there was a flicker of relief there, but she didn’t say a word. Instead, she turned around and walked past me without looking back. The faint scent of her perfume trailed after her, light and faintly sweet.Marylin, on the other hand, stood still. Her expression didn’t falter. If anything, she looked amused.I sighed quietly and ran a hand over my jaw. “You want to explain?”She gave a
Rose POVThe first thing that hit me when I opened my eyes was the smell of food… warm, rich, comforting. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. The soft sheets, the quiet hum of the air conditioner, the faint scent of expensive cologne… none of it felt familiar.Then the memories came rushing back… the attack, the panic, the pain, Luther’s arms around me, the sound of his voice telling me I was safe.Safe. That word sounded foreign to me.I turned my head and saw a tray on the nightstand. Bread, omelette, orange juice… simple, but neatly arranged. I didn’t wait to think; I was starving. The first bite melted in my mouth, and before I knew it, I’d eaten half the plate. For the first time since yesterday, I felt a small sliver of calm.Still, the silence of the room pressed on me. Everything here screamed luxury… the velvet curtains, the gold-trimmed mirror, the faint sparkle of marble floors that peeked from under the rug. Luther’s house. I had never imagined I’d be inside his world
Luther POVThe night was quiet, or at least it had been. I sat across from Marylin in the lounge, the faint glow of amber whiskey in her glass catching the dim chandelier light. She crossed her legs deliberately, always too calculated with her movements.She was talking about something about the deal in Barcelona, about how she thought I should push harder on the Conti cartel’s weak link. I nodded absently, my mind only half in the conversation.The sharp creak of the door cut through her words. Marco stepped in, his face pale, urgency written in every line of it.“Boss,” he said, voice low but pressing. “We’ve got a situation. Rose’s house..it’s being broken into.”My chair scraped against the marble before he’d even finished. My blood turned to fire. Rose.I stood, but Marylin’s hand shot out, her long nails grazing my wrist. “Are you serious right now?” she said, her voice laced with disbelief. “You’re about to run off—again—for a woman who doesn’t belong in our world?”Her eyes nar
Rose POVThe café lights reflected warmly on the table as I stirred my coffee absentmindedly, a soft smile tugging at my lips. Diana sat across from me, leaning forward with her elbows on the table, watching me closely. I couldn’t hide the way my thoughts kept circling back to Luther—the man who had turned my life upside down in ways I hadn’t expected.“You’re glowing,” Diana teased, narrowing her eyes knowingly. “Don’t even try to deny it. You’ve been thinking about him again.”I laughed softly, though I didn’t deny it. “Maybe I have. I don’t know, Diana… it’s different with him. He makes me feel… alive. Protected.”Her smile faltered, replaced with something colder. “Rose, you need to stop this fantasy before it ruins you. You think Luther is any better than Vicenzo? They’re cut from the same cloth.”Her words cut deep. My smile faded, and I set my spoon down with a quiet clink. “That’s not true. Luther isn’t Vicenzo. Don’t compare them.”Diana leaned back, crossing her arms. “Then
Luther POVThe night air was calm, almost too calm. I sat back on the veranda, the weight of the cigar burning between my fingers, smoke curling lazily into the evening sky. The glass of whiskey beside me glowed faintly under the warm light, the amber liquid swirling every time I lifted it for a sip.Moments like these were rare—moments when I could breathe, when the chaos didn’t come crashing down on me. But I knew better. In this world, peace was nothing but the silence before a storm.And right on cue, my phone vibrated against the wooden table. I glanced at the screen and couldn’t help the smirk that pulled at my lips.Vicenzo Conti.I took the call. “Vicenzo,” I greeted smoothly.“Luther,” his voice was hard, deliberate. He wasn’t in the mood for games. “I’m ready to make my payment. I know you have my shipment… and my men. I want them back.”I leaned forward, resting my elbow on the armrest, savoring his desperation. “Finally. Took you long enough. I was starting to think you’d







