LOGINSunlight creeps across the black sheets, and I stretch my legs out only to hit a warm, solid wall of muscle beside me.“Morning.” Giovanni’s voice rumbles against the top of my head, his arm tightening around my waist before I can even think about moving.“You’re still here.” I murmur, tilting my head up to look at him.“Where else would I be?” he asks, one eyebrow raised like the question itself is ridiculous.“I don’t know, your office, torturing someone, terrorizing your staff.” I list off, poking his bare chest with my finger.He catches my hand, pressing a kiss to my knuckles that has my whole body flushing warm.“Not today.” he says simply.Rosa’s knock interrupts before I can respond, a tray of breakfast balanced in her hands when Giovanni finally grumbles permission for her to enter.“Well, well.” she says, eyeing the two of us tangled up in his sheets with a knowing smile stretching across her face.“Don’t start.” Giovanni warns, though there’s no real heat in it.“I didn’t s
I didn’t remember falling asleep but when I woke up the sun was already high, streaming weak light through a dusty window I didn't recognize, and for one terrifying second I forgot where I was. Then it all came rushing back. The crash, The cabin, The photograph. I bolt upright, wincing at the ache in my bandaged feet, and find Giovanni sitting in a chair across the room, gun still resting on his lap, eyes filled with the kind of exhaustion that comes from staying awake all night on purpose. “You didn’t sleep at all.” I said, sounding more like accusation than question. “I told you I don’t sleep well.” he mutters, not looking up from whatever he’s studying on his phone screen. “That’s not the same as not sleeping on purpose to keep watch over me.” I pushed back, swinging my legs off the couch despite the protest from my feet. He finally looks up, and the dark circles under his eyes tells me everything I need to know. “Reece is coming. Two hours out.” he says instead of addressing m
Every instinct in my body screams at me the second we got close enough to see inside that cabin.Blood on the doorframe. Fresh, dark red smeared against the wood like someone dragged their hand across it on the way down.“Stay here.” I whisper, pushing Mia behind a thick tree trunk, my gun raised as I move closer.“Like hell I am staying here alone.” she hisses back, but I don’t have time to argue with her stubborn ass right now.I press my back against the wall beside the door, listening. Nothing. No footsteps, no breathing, no sound at all except the wind rustling through the leaves above us.Kicking the door open fully, I sweep the room with my gun raised, my finger steady on the trigger.Empty.But not clean. There’s a body slumped in the corner, one of my men, throat slit clean and precise. Professional work.“Oh my god.” Mia’s voice comes from right behind me, and I spin around to find she followed me anyway, her hand slapping over her mouth as she takes in the scene.“I told yo
The word rips out of me so loud a flock of birds scatter from the trees above. My legs go weak, my back hitting the nearest tree trunk as I stare at him like he just grew two heads.The Don. The actual Don.Not just some random mafia guy, not some middle rank thug who kills for fun. The top. The very top of it all.“You are joking right? This is some sick joke you are playing on me because I am pissed about the sex thing.” I stammer, my hands shaking as I push them through my hair.“Does this look like a joke to you?” he growls, gesturing to the wreck of a car, the gunshots still ringing faintly in my ears, the mud caked up to his knees.Oh god. Oh god oh god.“So all those men, the warehouse, the guy you tortured, the bullet you took for me, that was all– you are the top?” I ask, my voice cracking on every single word.“Yes.” he says simply, like he just told me his favourite colour again.I want to scream, I want to cry, I want to punch him square in that stupid perfect jaw of his.
Hey everyone, thank you for reading this far. First of an apology is in line because I have been AWOL for a long time and my sincerest apologies for that.I had the worst writer's block coupled with a lot of challenges I was trying to sort out but I am back now and we are sure to get at least three times a week and at most five a week.I do hope to continue and eventually finish this journey with you all. See you in the next chapter, lots of love 💕
Fuck!I stretch my arms forward, shoving her body down as gun shots ring out. The window shatters, I snap my eyes close as I swerve the car again and again trying to evade them as well as the shards of glasses.The car screeches the same time I pry my eyes open one hand still shoving Mia down.I press down my legs on the brakes once I see the big tree that we are heading to with great speed.Oh shit.The brakes are out.“BRACE YOURSELF!” I shout, tugging off my seatbelt before reaching over to cover her tinybody with mine.Smash.Fuckkk!!My ear rings as I pain shoots through my system, my body is in an odd angle and I am guessing my wrist is dislocated from how much pain I am feeling there.“Are you okay?” I as
Her eyes falls droopily as she finally gives into sleep, the one that has been calling her since I lifted her up into my arms.I have never carried a girl in my arms before except her, my love, she was the only exception until Mia came into the picture.My head swam with thoughts as the events of t
What in the actual fuck name is this? My face scrunch up into a very thick scowl as I watch her vomit drip down my fifty thousand dollar suit.“Are you out of your god damned mind?” I grit, my jaw clenching hard as my left eye begins to twitch.This bitch always brings out the worst reaction in me.
“Whoaaa!!! Girl you made it!!” Stacy screams as soon as Jack and I arrive at the table where they usually stay.According to Jack they come here a lot so they have a specific table saved for them by the servers.The club is really lit, splashing the whole place with multi coloured lights, the table
I woke up with a pounding headache, my heart beating like I ran a marathon. Sleep wasn't as hard as I thought it would, the fear I felt logged so deep in my throat made me feel like I would not live past the night. Even though Mr Antonio was a big jerk he still let me stay over, and I am more tha







