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You Can Run But... Torn
When the clock struck seven, Zayne sighed out his frustration, and the noise attracted Milo's men, whom he had been in control of through the whole of last night because the Costellos had threatened to attack a part of Milo's fort.And even with Milo pleading to their father, Derinem had stomped his foot against attacking the Costellos first. Zayne felt guilt; he knew this was all his fault, and though his father didn't say anything about it, Zayne knew that was when he should be worried.Especially when he heard that Derinem had just stepped foot in the airport when he got the phone call that the club he had just left was having a bullet spree, and even though Milo had been laughing over the phone about it, Derinem knew it was serious.But it had become more than serious, for the Costellos had allies, groups that were willing to fight the Mafia down, forgetting that Aldo was being an asshole.It was seven and he knew she was gone; the lodge would be empty now without her, silent wit
You Can Run But... Torn (2)
"Jane, be careful, alright!" Gianna shouted to the little girl playing with other children on the playground; close by, she and Amara were sipping wine, their dark shades on.She watched Jane and Amara watch her, and when she turned, catching her eyes, Amara would look away, raising the cup to her lips.Her eyes were back on the little girl, who was now moving down a slide and at the same time waving at her. Gia smiled and blew her a kiss, still watching as she ran for another round.She and Jane had connected in a way she didn't expect; she was afraid to say she was slowly letting the girl into a piece of her heart, for each time the little finger held hers or the tiny lips brushed against her cheek, the love blossomed.She'd taken Jane in out of guilt, inwardly knowing that somehow she had something to do with the little girl's predicament, but she never expected this—the way her heart jumped when she was hugged.It had been three weeks already, yet it felt like two months. She knew
You Can Run But... Conditions
A month and a week had gone by, and the Costellos still hadn't named their price, and though there hadn't been any attack on their side, it was easy to feel the tension arising in Rome.Derinem always had the phone to his ear, speaking to Maya. Alexa's phone was always ringing, but she never picked it up, and he watched his phone. wondering if to call Maximo and ask him to get Gia.But that was the boundary; he had excuses; he always came back to the manor in Sicily drained out and tired to the bone. If he wasn't on the field, he was in the ring with Milo, training with his brother, and more times than he could count, Milo came out of the ring victorious.Then taunted him about having his focus on Gia's tits.He had left the hotel after finding where the camera was hidden, just overhead at the side of the room. The hotel service had no idea how it got there, but taking matters into his own hands, he traced the connection and found it stopped in one of the stores.There was a note for
You Can Run But... Puzzles
"No!" Costello sprang to his feet, eyes fiery, glaring at Milo, who looked so chill one wouldn't know he just destroyed his life, "Zayne is who we want, not you, Don Milo Xavier.""Didn't you want a Don for Estela?" Milo stretched his arms wide, "You have a Don, Costello; what don't you like about me for your daughter? Why Zayne?"Zayne's face was still in his palms, motionless, and Derinem looked on at his younger son, wondering what all of this was about; for with Milo's stance, a lot was festering, as expected because the two stayed in the same region."Milo, I can't let this happen," Derinem clenched his fist on the table, "you will not marry Estela."Brian jumped at it: "Your father says no.""Stay out of this, Don," Milo breathed, not even staring at his father but staring into space, his face blank and unreadable. "I already signed the papers, so I'll have Estela."Derinem looked at the Costellos, "Please leave. I need to get my son in order."Costello jumped at the opportuni
You Can Run But... Make a move
She was on top of him, bra hook undone, and she knew that with any sudden movement, her tits would be spilling out. His thumbs were in her pants as she leaned down, ass up, and planted kisses on his chest and down his abdomen. "Fuck Amara," he groaned, "how the fuck do you do that?" His hands hitched her upward so she was directly on his boxer-covered erection, But then she stopped what she was doing, and instead, she crossed her arms on his chest. He looked down, wondering why she changed her mind, with a slight frown on his face. "I'm worried about Gia," Amara offered without being asked. Damon groaned this time in frustration, "I thought we were over this? You can't keep worrying about her like she's a child," he said, sitting up, "why don't we have our moment?" She glared at him, and with the way her nostrils flared, he knew he had annoyed her, so before she could climb down from the bed, he leaned, grabbing her elbows. "All right, princess, I'm sorry." She turned her face t
You Can Run But... Shattered hearts
She had her back against him in the bathtub while he splashed water on her shoulder and her chest, which was a little red and scarred, and she inhaled, looking peaceful, her eyes closed, as she snuggled her head against his chest.At intervals, he picked up a soft sponge and brushed her shoulder."Went too hard?" he asked.She knew what he was asking; he had ravished her like an addict at the sight of cocaine, and while he had whispered his apology as she whimpered, he didn't stop.But she shook her head, "Just perfect."He then traced her shoulders again. "We're even now."'what""I marked you too."She chuckled. "I didn't know it was a competition; I'll try harder next time."He then held her chin so he could kiss her already swollen lips, and she reciprocated, not able to get enough of the bad boy.He suddenly stood up from the water, leaving her frowning alone in the bathroom. If this had to go on for a few more times, she had to find a way to even forget about the fun Amara told
You Can Run But... Little dark past
The following day arrived so quickly that it seemed as though nature was pressuring him to make the choice he feared the most at the time. As a result, he was standing there looking into the mirror, fastening his cufflinks, and folding the collar of his button-down shirt.He despised his own image in the glass. He detested the fact that he was about to harm her once more. He despised having to return the one person she had come to adore.He only prayed that she would heed the advice Maximo had given her not to discuss it with Jane.Was he lying to Jane?She needed to be somewhere else, somewhere other than the manor, so he pushed the remorse away.Besides, Gia would be gone soon and where did that leave her? Alone in the manor, with him who had his head buried in a gun.He buttoned up the shirt, then stood, staring at himself in the mirror, he wouldn't deceive himself, Jane had also weaved her way into him, and seeing her and Gia together, there was this satisfaction.The satisfaction
You Can Run But... Space for three?
Under the sheets, which were over her head, she was working to get the pain out with a little bit of sleep, for she was tired of crying, which she had been doing since they left, and now it was past evening.She didn't know if he was back, and she didn't think she cared; she knew she was selfish, but she couldn't shake the feeling that Jane's grandparents weren't the real deal. And why did Jane not know anything about them?"Gianna, you want to go drink it out." She turned to Amara, who was dressed in a shimmering short dress, her elbow placed against the opened door, her dark hair packed in a ponytail; she wasn't in the club already, but she was looking drunk."Amara, please don't come home drunk," she said out loud before realizing she had called it "home." "If you do, get a taxi or call, alright.""I think that's exactly what we both need—Jane's gone, and Damon's acting like an asshole," she blinked, pushing the tears back in, "not like I feel it, he can go to hell for all I care;
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