Chanel woke up to Vincent kissing her neck, she moans in pleasure. "Amore," Vincent kisses her shoulder one more time. She giggles, "Babe, what do you need?" "You." She opens her eyes and looks at Vincent, who's looking at her with hungry eyes. She sits up and looks at Vincent. "It has been a while," she says as she gets on her knees and takes off her dress. Vincent bites his lip, watching his girlfriend undress in from of him, his dick twitches and gets on his knees and takes his shirt off. Chanel unclips her bra and lets her boobs fall, bouncing on her chest. Vincent grabs one of her boobs and squeezes it, causing her to moan. "Vado a divorai," he says in a deep voice. Chanel didn't know what he was saying but her body reacted to it by shivering when he slid his hand into her pants and down to her wet core. He was sending her into overdrive. Within a split second, she has turned around and push

  Tonight, was the night and Chanel along with her best friend Kat were patiently waiting for their men to leave. Sitting on the patio by the pool enjoying glasses of wine, while they talked about clothes and other female stuff. "Ladies, we have a mission to attend to, we won't be back till. Morning," Gio says putting on his leather gloves. Kat looks up at him and stands up, "Come back home to me baby." And she gives him a deep passionate kiss, "I will bambino, and promise you'll behave?" "I won't make a promise that I won't keep," she giggles, Gio playfully squeezes her ass and gives her another kiss before walking back into the house. Vincent then walks out, "Chanel, come here amore." She stands up and walks to him. "I love you," he says taking her hands into his, giving them a gentle kiss, " More than you can imagine." Chanel is tearful, "I love you too." Vincent places his hand behind her neck,

I loved her, she was my amore, my donna, my heart, I loved her more than I let on and when she betrayed me, I couldn’t help but love her more because even in that I saw how loyal she was to the people she cared about, she could have shot me that night but she didn’t, that means that she too felt something. It’s been a month since I got out, Gio is still on the inside but he gets out tomorrow, he has a son now, AJ, a beautiful little bambino, just like his father, the intense blue eyes and the blonde hair, he’ll make a great member of the mafia, I’ve been keeping an eye of him and his mother, I owe it to Gio, he is my brother after all. Monica doesn’t work anymore, she spends most of her time indoors looking after AJ and running errands every other day, Juliet, comes in to visit at least three times a week, just spend time with her godson and help around the house, with the way she handles AJ I can tell she’ll be a great mother to our children. You must think I’m a we

Vincent Giovanni “Vincent Mario Giovanni, welcome,” he smirks. I look over his shoulder and I see Juliet unconscious, tied to a chair. Her black curls covering half her face, she’s half-naked, red lacy bra and matching panties, nobody is allowed to see my baby like that except for me. “Hand her over, Russef,” Angelo commands, “Otherwise; you’ll end up like your men.” “Where is Kira?” “You are not getting anywhere near her, you hear me?” Angelo yells. Russef laughs, “Idiot, you think she loves you, Angelo? She’s just like Juliet over here, a spy, a traitor.” Angelo looks at him confused, “How did you know that?” “Juliet was only doing her job, Russef, that’s different.” “Kira is my daughter, you pussy licker,” Russef laughs. I knew it, I god-damn I knew it, and I told him that she could not be trusted. I take out my phone and make a call, the person on the other end picks

Juliet Ferguson “Hello Juliet, I’m Dr. Linda, I’m a psychologist,” I look at the short blonde woman before me and smile, “Hi doctor,” “Vincent here called me because he said that you had just been through something very traumatic and that maybe you need someone to talk to.” I nod, “Yes, I recently, well, more than 24 hours ago, I was kidnapped,” I say, as a lump form in my throat. I don’t want to relive this again. We walk towards the couch in the living room, and I sit on the couch, and she sits across from me, she puts her bag down and looks at me. Her sympathetic eyes, and soft features are enough to tell me that she genuinely cared about my ordeal, I look over at Vincent, who is standing by the doorway, and he gives me a nod. “Vincent, can you please stay?” I ask, he is the only person I trust right now, and I need him, he is the reason I am in this state, he might as well, relive it with me.