She shifted further back into the truck to avoid being seen, even though they were not that close. The will to cry had disappeared, and in its place was her will to survive."Make the dead bodies unrecognizable; we have a gift for Zayne," Axel said again. She clutched her chest, her heart racing—how many more seconds did she have before Aaron came running back, reporting that she wasn't in her room anymore?She turned to her side, seeing a thick black leather bag. She covered herself with it, blending with the darkness, and laid as flat as she could, trying not to make a noise.She could hear their footsteps and voices before the truck door swung open, and something heavy was thrown in.Shutting her eyes and hoping, another was thrown in, and this time it landed on her body, knocking her off breath and composure. Still, they didn't notice, for they were already out, bringing in another occupied bag and throwing it right on her again.She heard the doors jam shut, and after some minute

"The patient had taken a terrible fall, and looking at the bruises and slight fractures; she seemed to have rolled down a rocky hill, or in a house, down the stairs."Gia could only stare at the doctor's mouth, her white coat still on; she was the first person she had seen when she opened her eyes, and the second was the tall guy with the softest eyes she had ever seen.Even though his voice didn't match those eyes, Gia knew she'd have been calm with him if he hadn't shot at her.Not until she heard the doctor say..."Don Zayne seemed interested in her, a friend of his?" The man shook his head, his eyes still on her unfocused pupils, trying to take in the room she was in."The Devil of Rome wouldn't mind adding her to his collection, though." There was a small smile at the side of his lips.She would have been offended if her ears didn't ring from what he had just said, "DEVIL OF ROME!" No, it couldn't be,Or so she thought.Axel had sent her parents' bodies to the Mafia, and she had

Authors POVHe has seen those eyes before; he could swear on it. Soft blue, the color of a calm sea, they watched his every mood change, fearful and stunned. Behind that fear was calculation.Or maybe he was just overthinking it. the Mafia's security forces having him suspect every damn thing, including a girl in a white towel who had lost her memory.He pushed back, his right-hand flexing when he raked his fingers through his hair. "Trust me, Contessa," he said, shaking his head slowly as if regretfully, "You aren't my type. You shouldn't fear.He saw a little anger in her eyes, and when he turned his hard gaze on hers, she immediately melted.He pointed to the bed and said, "Do not wear whatever that is outside of your room; there are men out here. It won't be my fault if they don't control themselves."The blood was working its way around her body again."And Contessa?' He turned, saying, "No more words about you leaving the manor. The search for who your parents are has already sta

Zayne's POV.I wasn't supposed to be here, driving her downtown to get new outfits, but then here we were, and she had her face out the window, her Auburn splashing in all directions. Good thing I had my glasses on, for right now I was being a creep.She smiled at me, and though I didn't smile back, I had this tug in my chest; it felt like I was dripping down like goo.She was a whole lot more character than she was the night before, though I hadn't told her anything because she didn't remember anything that went on.I wonder how mad she'd go if I told her she had asked me if I'd kiss her.The lust was a mutual thing, then. The liquor had helped her spill, and getting her drunk again had its appeal. Too bad. I made that bet.I looked toward her again, and this time she had her hands out of the window, her eyes closed, loving the feel of the breeze on her fingers.She looked shocked when I told her we were going to get her clothes, and even more shocked when I borrowed her one of my po

She felt like throwing up looking at a face hell-bent on destroying her; even without knowing her secret, she wondered what would happen now that he knew who she was."For someone who lies so much, you really have a way of showing your feelings on that face." Matteo dug his hands into his pocket. "You dance very well too; your father had to hide the fact that he had another daughter."That was his only restraint from pulling her by the hair—a cartel in the manor, who the hell ever heard of that?"What's your aim, Gia? Why are you here, all around the Don?"She shook her head in fear as it began to eat up her voice box. "It's not what you think, I swear to you...""Your father stooped so low sending his last daughter....""No, my father didn't send me," another of these damn tears was pouring from her face, "my father is dead.""More lies?""No damnit!" Sobbing profusely, what did she have to lose? Capo Bastone already knew that in a few minutes Zayne would be walking through that door