Semua Bab Love Hurts : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Martin POV . . "Hah!" I swiped all of the documents on my desk out of fury. The scene of Dakota kissing that surgeon couldn't get out of my head. "No one has ever defied me before, woman!" I roared, lifting the laptop and throwing it out of the wall, creating a loud crash. "Martin!" Desmond's baritone voice revolted at the entrance, slamming the door of my study room open. "Goodness sake, you've got to calm down!" he roared back upon seeing the mess I made. "You know d*mn well that was already me, calming down, Desmond. If not for that temptress, I've already put a bullet in that bastard's forehead!" he knew well how I could turn a lovely occasion into a horrible one. Weddings or birthdays, if I was provoked, I could turn them into bloody funerals with just a snap of my fingers. My blood brother raked the strands of his silky hair as he went back and forth in front of me, murmuring something I couldn't understand. "Questo è un disastro. Perché ho dovuto invitarli al mio m

"I want everyone to fix this stuff before your boss arrives!" I could hear Shantel commanding my staff inside my office. "See this?! They are not well-organized. I will give you till six in the evening to finish all of these!" her madam aura anchored in her voice. I cleared my throat, earning all of them a glance at the main door. Shantel gradually turned around and met my serious face. She sauntered with grace in her one-piece white business attire, which hem was an inch above her knees, hugging all the curves she had. The beige stilettos she was wearing highlighted her flawless legs. Her brunette hair was flowing gracefully at her back. As I continued checking every inch of her, my eyes caught sight of the diamond necklace hanging on her lovely neck. Before I could talk, her hands had already wrapped around my neck, and my nostrils had my nose sniffing for a familiar perfume. "Martin, finally, you graced us with your presence, our dear boss!" she sweetly uttered. "Hmm!" I he

My eyes were literally shut the whole drive. The f*ck this sh*t would want me to die a horrible death. He almost crashed every car on the highway, didn't even care about the honks and curses of cars and drivers around us. Thankfully, there were no authorities following us. The moment he suddenly stepped on the brakes, I let out my loudest roar at him that day. "Fottuto stronzo! Sei pazzo? (You f*cking assh*le! Are you crazy?) What do you think you're doing?" I hit his shoulder, and whatever part of his body landed my fists, but my upset look turned pale when he grabbed my hands and yelled back at me. "Basta! (Enough!)" I held my breath out of fear. "You do f*cking know well how to piss me off, Dakota Weasly. You've done this a lot before, yet I can see you never learned your lesson!" his words were sharp, I gasped in horror and cringed to my seat. Tears began to leak at the corners of my eyes. Martin was the leader of one of the scariest and biggest mafia groups in Italy. He wa

I was appalled with what I just heard. Before, everytime we f*cked he was the one who always asked whether it was safe or not, and if it was, he would shoot his seed inside me, but if it wasn't, he would pull out and either cum to my face or let me swallow his sp*rm.But now...what the heck?!"You didn't mean to say that!" I fixed my gaze on him, but he just turned around looked annoyed and left the bathroom. I followed him outside, ignoring the truth that we're both naked. "Hey! This is not a joke. I don't wanna get impregnated by you!" and just like that, he abruptly stopped and turned back to face me, we almost collided into each other.I don't wanna get pregnant...Not just yet!I still had lots of dreams in my life that I would want to reach. At least two of them. When those dreams would come true, then I would be ready to face the life of a family woman. Be a full-fledged housewife and a mother to my child. Yes, I wanted to devote my whole time with my family someday. My little w

It took me a couple of hours to go to Safe Haven, the factory where I usually spent my time. Here, I could think well, coordinate with my men well, and focus well. It was a three-story wide building with wide parking space in front and a big cafeteria for my workers at the back. There's also some gazebo, five to be exact, where my workers and my men could take some rest during their break time.As I parked my car just in front of the main door, two of my men came rushing in to greet me. It had always been like this every time I arrived. Leon, the masculine guy and Enzo, tall and skinny, bowed upon seeing me getting off my Lamborghini."Boss! Buongiorno! (Good morning)" they both chimed in."Buongiorno!" I answered back. "Com'è andato il funzionamento dei peluche? (How's the operation of the stuffed toys?)" we spoke in Italian most of the time, for there was some confidential information we couldn't just disclose with the female workers. These workers had no idea that me, their boss, w