Ella Camilla is dead? Just like that? My world spins as I can't seem to put one and two together. How can this have happened? Tears roll down my face as I sit on the floor to mourn my dear friend. Guilt hits me like a hurricane as I realize that it could have been because of me. With blurred vision, I begin to hit Adrian's hard chest. He doesn't even flinch but he doesn't stop me either. He lets me cry as he kneels on the floor with me. He holds me in his arms as he whispers soothing words to me. "How could this have happened?" I ask in tears but then realization hits me. I'll punish her later. Is this what he meant by punishing her? "No, I did not pull the trigger." Adrian sighs. "But I wish I was the one who pulled it," he adds. Confusion hits me. He is giving vague answers which could mean anything. But my heart is too hurt to dwell on figuring out what he means. I grab his shirt as I wail. Hot tears roll down my face as I remember her warm smile, her hugs, and how s

Dual POV Adrian Luca hands me a folder, and I open it, my eyes scan the damning evidence it contains. Photographs, financial records, and correspondence of who my father met, and what he expected in return. But what shocks me is who I see in the photograph. Ella's Fucking grandparents. Didn't they say she worked as a fucking maid? My father would never even look in the direction of someone below him. He had no regard for the poor so this doesn't make any fucking sense. The room feels suffocating, and I need a moment to gather my thoughts. Without a word, I reach for a cigarette and light it, inhaling deeply. The smoke curls in the dim light, Did the old couple play me? "Did you manage to verify the information Ella's grandparents gave?" Luca looks at me for a moment before responding " This is some fucked up shit A. What the hell is going on? Yes, I did but you'll have to outsource the information because the answers are not here and your mother won't speak." I nod i

Ella Just for a moment, I want pleasure. Without worrying about my family, Toddy or anyone else. At this moment, I'm just a girl looking for some release and he is just a good looking man willing to give me a release. No strings attached, no emotions involved. "Then do it." I respond while looking up at him and he makes a sound at the back of his throat. "I want to hurt you. I want your body to be ruined for anyone else. I want to be the only one who can make you feel good. I have no safe word, I will go as far as I want but I want you to tell me right now if you'll let me." He puts wet kisses on my neck as he whispers in my ear. My center throbs and I just wish he can stop talking and touch me already. "Do it." I whisper back, my voice cracked and my breathing is fast. He picks me up and takes me to a different room. A room I didn't know existed. I have only read and watched movies about places like this but the thought of experiencing it sends a thrill down my spine . I

Adrian I open my eyes and check the clock which shows it's 6 o'clock. , I know it is time to update my sick cousin about the situation. He is not just my right hand but also the only person I can rely on right now. I can't even trust my own mother at the moment and if things don't go in her favour, we will be preparing another fucking funeral. I have been thinking about what to do to her since I last saw her. She has been pleading to speak to me and with the way things are going I just might need to confirm certain things from her. She may love money more than anything but no one doesn't fear death. Even for her, that will be enough to make her talk. Sighing, I dial Luca's number, and he answers on the first ring. His voice tinges with a hint of urgency. "A, what's happening?" I hate to call him in times like this. Especially when he is doing something very dangerous. "Hi Luca? How are you progressing with the buying off of the shares there? Do you need more backup?" "You k

Adrian My meeting with Viktor was full of fucked up shit but we have to prepare regardless. So much information has been shared and if other Mafioso families get hold of it, I’ll be at a disadvantage. As I sit in the board meeting listening to Mr. Harry explain our stocks and how we can dominate further. My phone rings. It's a restricted number, so I know it’s my pet calling. I ignore the call but she keeps calling. ‘’Mr. Morreti Sir, Is there anything you’d like to ask?’’ Old Harry asks. ‘’No, that was a good analysis Mr. Harry.’’ I respond as my fingers play with the phone buttons. ‘’"What is it?" I answer with irritation in my voice. I’m not actually irritated. I’m actually happy that she has called me. But being a little too glad makes me worry. All eyes are now staring at me. I lift my head up from my laptop and they all move their stares away in fear. "I can't manage to do this anymore." She cries out. "Do what? I'm in a meeting Ella. Can you speak clearly." I urge h