Athena Max pulled up before Luciano's building and I dashed out before he tried to talk to me. He had done so all through the entire trip and I had kept mute like my lips were sewn together. I had to hand it to him though, he was resilient. Too damned resilient. He kept chattering the whole drive home despite my ignoring him. Stepping into the elevator, I wondered what to say to Luciano so I could go into my room early. Wouldn't that be even suspicious? He would want to know why. Ah, shit. Hiding things from him now that he was being all affectionate and clingy was going to be way harder. What the hell was I supposed to do now? I had spent way more than the thirty minutes I had promised to at the cafe. He was probably already pissed about that. Wonderful. I wanted his attention, but not like this. Not so much that the work I had to do would be affected. The elevator doors opened and taking a deep breath I walked to the door of the penthouse and had barely knocked when th

Athena "You're kidding right?" I said, my eyes wide as I stared at Luciano in disbelief. He gave me a bored look but there was that mysterious twinkle in his eyes that told me he was thoroughly enjoying my surprise. "Do I look like a clown, Cara?" He asked. I swept him down with my eyes and almost purred at the sight. He wasn't wearing a suit this time. In place of the suit was a black long coat unbuttoned and a black tee and trousers underneath. His hair was gelled back as usual but he had left a strand like he did at the ball and that shit made me almost melt to the fucking ground. "No, you look beautiful," I whispered, stepping closer to him. It was eight in the morning and we stood in the living room. He was all dressed up and looking as spicy as ever, me in a ratty t-shirt, my hair had to look like a bird's nest and I probably stank since I hadn't had a bath yet. Which was entirely his fault by the way. I had been about to step into the bathroom when he'd called me ou

Luciano I watched Raven run to the window, her eyes wide in wonder as she took in the view. "No way. Is that... Is that a fucking Volcano?" I chuckled at the wonder in her voice and walked to her side. The windows were floor-to-ceiling length, showing us a view of the mountain Etna. Crazy Volcano that I feared would wipe the entire Island if we weren't careful. We weren't too close to it of course, but hell, that shit was unpredictable. "Si," I replied, weaving my hands around her waist. "That's the only thing I fear right there. Stares back in my eyes every fucking time I look at it." "Oh shush," she mumbled, sagging against me as my thumbs played with the undersides of her breasts through her dress. She wore a blue short gown that billowed around her gently. I hated and loved the dress at the same time. I was used to her tight seductive outfits that tend to do my head in. Seeing her in an outfit that barely revealed the shape of her body was fucking teasing. I wanted to pul

Athena "Rise and shine, Gonzalez," Luciano's voice pierced into the fog of sleep that clouded my senses. "It's a beautiful morning in Sicily. The sky looks like a painting of our dear Leonardo Da Vinci. And that volcano's looking as vicious as ever." Good lord, he was a different man in Sicily! At home, he barely said words to me. Here he was as chatty as a lunatic. "Mr. Moretti, some of us are trying to sleep," I grumbled, burying my face deeper into my pillow. I would start working on why I came to Sicily soon, I wanted all the rest I could get. "Why sleep when you could be with me?" He grumbled. His footsteps grew louder as he approached the bed and yanked the covers away from me. "What the hell is your problem?!" I yelled, sitting up. I still felt sleepy and I couldn't for the life of me understand why he was being a fucking nuisance. "What... Did you just say to me?" He demanded, a cold expression quickly replacing the warm one he had earlier. I watched him lean closer,

Athena "I couldn't get into the house," I informed Damian over the phone, walking as fast as I could back home. In case it wasn't clear enough, I followed Luciano. I'd known he would be up to something. There was no way he came all the way to Sicily just to take me around and show me off on fancy dates. There were enough date spots in New York and he hadn't taken me to a single one. The balls don't count. They were a cover for his mafia shenanigans anyways. So they did not count. Neither did the dates the past few days either. As I had suspected, it was all a cover. When he had tried to leave, I'd been awake. Hell, I'd been faking sleeping all along just so I could figure out his true intentions. And no surprise there, I was fucking right. Bastard! I thought, seething. I had no idea why I was angry. Maybe it was because our dates were nothing to him. Just a means to hide that he was doing illegal shit underground. That was all I was to him. an excuse. Oh, he would pay for that!