The following day she was on the plane to Rome without him, because, with what she had learned from Maximo, killing Aldo Costello was going to ruin their lives, and she was safest in the mansion back in Rome.She obeyed without hesitation.He hadn't seen her off to the airport; Maximo had, but that was also because Capo Bastone was going with her, so with her shades on, she had said her farewells to Sicily.Throughout the journey, she occupied her thoughts with last night, and she smiled a little, remembering how he had taken her into the hall, guiding her as they climbed up the stairs, finally to their seats, which were above and at the forefront.giving her a clear view of the performance, and through all of it, Gia was on her toes, wanting to move with the dancers; she missed this, standing in front of people and making their mouths drop.This time she was the one whose mouth was dropping open.When the performance ended, they came out, with him still holding her hand, but then he
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
"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
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
"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
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
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
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