Semua Bab You Can Run But...: Bab 151 - Bab 160

"His mistress!" Amara was alarmed when Gia finished explaining what had gone on between her and Zayne two days ago. Two days passed, and she was still having double thoughts about his offer. "You're kidding me right now," Amara muttered this time, sitting on the bed and watching her friend pace the room.Gia stopped, wrapping the robe around her body. "You think I'll joke about something like that, Amara?" She sighed. "He wants me to be his mistress." Her cheeks turned red when she turned her eyes to the wall, and she added, "Satisfy his sexual needs.""ok..." Amara breathed in: "He wanted to kill you about a month ago. Now he wants you as a mistress." She looked at Gia again. "I have only one word for this.""What?""ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh""Amara, stop this," she sat down next to her on the bed, She was back in her room; she'd been taken there in the morning by Maximo, who, considering her wounded feet, had come along with a wheelchair, which she frowned at at first.They hadn't t

"This doesn't feel okay, Amara." I complained looking down at my body and then at Amara, who was putting the rest of the toys away, hidden in the wardrobe, "the vibrator is inside me," I whispered still in awe, or was it shame, "and this lingerie is so sinful, I can see my tits in it." She turned to me, looking bored and waving a dildo, saying, "One more complaint and I might just blow up." Groaning, she walked up to me, "Besides that's why it's called lingerie." I blinked in worry. The ordering was successful, with Amara showing me products and showing me videos on how they were used. Unable to point out any that caught my interest, we had ordered a whole bunch of them, with lingeries that left me more naked than my bare state. After about three days of dragging my feet on whether I wanted to do it or not, I finally agreed, so now I had in me a more satisfying mono flex. A type of internal and external vibrator that worked with the sound of music Amara had said it was the right c

Authors POVZayne pressed the phone to his ear, trying to control the anger that was seeping through. There was so much anger that he had to stare up at the ceiling and steady his breath."Boss" Maximo's voice came over the speaker, "Are you there?""I am," Zayne muttered, narrowing his eyes; he knew he shouldn't flare up over the phone because his first cousin didn't understand the word "no," which he had said countless times over the phone.Damon was in trouble; he could smell it. When Damon was in trouble, that was when he remembered he had ties with the Mafia, though he knew that wasn't his fault but Aunt Maria's; but then there was Clara; she had as much connection with the Derinem's.But Damon... Since they crossed paths when he was ten and Damon was much younger, they never got along—well, he never got along with Damon, to be fair, but it was a case of someone who thought their worries should be carried by other people.And Don Derinem, Zayne clenched his fist as he walked ov

After that, everything went haywire, at least for him, sitting in his workspace. Wondering what the hell was wrong with him, he was acting like a teenager with a first girlfriend whom he was forcing himself on.Everything was about her, his mood, and even his patience, and this day he was having it short, for it seems everywhere he went he bumped into her and his cousin, her laughter so real... but at his cousin.She looked happier and even took her time to put on little pieces of jewelry Damon got her, her fingers on it, twirling her hands on the shiny metal on her collarbone.The sight was so gruesome that when she came into his room after his warnings, he couldn't take it anymore and left her in the room. He wanted her more than he wanted to admit, but he also knew he had lost his chance; keeping her in the manor was him grasping at loose ends with a little hope.Never was one to contradict himself, but recently he did it anyway, trying to hold on to his self-respect at the same t

He drove into the manor in Sicily, reliving childhood memories. When they were little, this was where they went for vacations with their father, for their mom wasn't a fan of the manor in Sicily; even if she ever came, she rather checked into a hotel. The reasons are unknown and hidden from them. But even with her hatred for the manor in Sicily, she never discouraged them from going, saying she'd rather be with her kind than with four men who drove her to madness. Now that was years ago, and now here they were, already controlling each region, except Nico, who decided holding the title just wasn't for him. And though their father never had him change his mind, Zayne knew his father didn't like the idea. The older Don wanted to retire early so he could spend more time with the most important person in his life, which all three of them knew wasn't any one of them. He told them straight-forwardly while holding her or kissing her on her lips while they expressed their disgust. That wa