I opened my eyes to come face-to-face with the blue bulbs overhead in the room I was in, and I snuggled further into the soft sheet, suddenly feeling uncomfortable and sticky.I grumbled a silent protest as my sleepy eyes fell on my box at the far end of the room, still unattended. But something still felt off.Slowly shutting my eyes with a little frown on my face, the sudden image of Aldo backhanding me flashed before my eyes, and I jerked up, breathing hard and feeling sweat begin to pop out of my skin.Did that really happen? My hand flew to my face, and I winced at the pain that shot through my head. My jaw still ached, and I was having a banging headache so bad that I had to shut my eyes."A hangover?" Maximo's voice came through.I opened my eyes to see him standing in front of the bed with his hands in his pocket, looking straight at me. I felt alarmed; Maximo didn't look at me like that unless there were issues."How did I get here?" I whispered, dragging a sheet up to my c

Her knees felt weak, so weak that she collapsed on the sofa beside her, her hand shaking. Hearing Axel's breath on the other side of the phone, she stared at the wall, her bottom lip beginning to tremble."I never felt so disappointed in you, Bonbon." Smooth, angry words hit her ears, confirming her suspicions. He had watched her intimate moment with Zayne; he watched them have sex. A knot formed in her throat. "You let him fuck you, Gia; you opened your legs like a fucking whore."Her cheeks turned red, and she suddenly felt naked."You went wet for him, your pussy dripped for him," the same tone he had used on her when he found out she had given Aaron her first kiss, "you let him smash his dick inside you, you let an enemy eat you...She found her voice now, her anger saving her from his humiliations. "You shouldn't have the guts to talk to me about fucking with the enemy, Axel; I watched you," more of a whisper, "I watched you kill my father.""And I should have killed you too if I

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

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

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