All Chapters of His Pretty Little Liar - The Devil’s Snare - Book 1: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Emma Over the next week, Luca has an increasing number of jobs circulating from his father compared to the weeks before. I think this has to do with the two-week rule of marital bliss that any heir is given post-wedding before the run-up to their takeover. We are now spending the majority of our time driving around to docks and airstrips to intake the likes of drugs, weapons and girls.Luca has been deferring all decisions to me, even with his father's disgust, but I've been making them, and Luca has been acting on my suggestions. Dimitri's a very clever man, and there's no way he hasn't gotten wind of something shifting between Luca and me. I hope he doesn't take the news so badly that he makes a rash decision regarding my life because the possibility is high, especially in this line of work.This evening, we have a dinner at Dimitri's. Several of the Don will be in attendance, as I'm pledging myself to the Moretta name. This should have happened some time ago, but I ran off to Ge

Luca"You look—ravishing," I whisper against the side of Emma's throat as I kiss my way down the column of her neck. She's freshly showered and tastes sweet like her body wash, which still resided in my bathroom cabinet even all these years later. It's sweet, like marshmallows, and reminds me of the old Emma. The one that smelt delicious out in the breeze. Nowadays, she uses a more floral body wash when she isn't stealing mine. She's wearing a full-length gown in deep emerald green. It splits up her right leg, opening at the thigh whenever she moves. A silent invitation if I've ever seen one. It makes me want to strip her and do unspeakable things until we fall asleep. But she's needed downstairs, and I'll be damned if she misses this ceremony for the second time in a row. We're at my parents' home, and she's in my childhood bedroom. The decor is the same, and my things remain untouched. A photo of us as teenagers stuck by her sits in the mirror before us. I stare back at us, admiri

“Very well, Franko. Perhaps you'll be my first enemy. How joyous," Emma laughs manically.So sexy..."You bitch, you haven't got that title yet. It belongs to Bianca; go lay down under your husband and stay in your place!""Enough," I growl unhappily. "Emma is the next Don Rossi. She'll be taking over in my name. All assets will pass between us, and we will rule with an iron fist over both cartels," I tell him, walking closer to where I grab his shoulder. Squeezing down, I have him turning into a bitch himself. "If I ever hear you talk to my wife like that again, you'llbe fertiliser formy plants.""Stop," Maria Densel, his mother, cried as I make him kneel at my feet."Do you understand, Franko?" I ask, ignoring her as I press hard on his clavicle."Yes," he spits through clenched teeth. "Very good, stay the fuck away from my wife and sister-in-law. And keep far, far away from me."Walking away, I note every damned person staring my way. They all look shocked that I'm letting the man

Walking me to the bed, he places me down softly at the end of the mattress, leaning with me as he deposits me on my back. His arms lay on either side of my head as we kiss passionately, his tongue swiping against my own as we share the saliva living in our mouths. My hands find their way into his hair, fisting gently as a wave of pleasure flits through my lower stomach, making me attempt to close my legs finding that it's an impossibility with him between them. Luca takes that as his cue to laugh before pulling back, taking his lips and tongue to kiss down my throat, between my breasts. Overmy stomach."One day soon, this tummy will swell with our child, and I'll worship you at your feet for giving me my second reason to live," he whispers against the taught skin of my tummy."Your first?" I breathe."You, of course, Amore Mio.""Soon," I say with avid hope, jumping back to the thought of a child living within me. I think that's something we both want now, something I can be thankful

"I must go, Father, if that's all.""It isn't," he tells me fleetingly. "I have a job coming up. Densel has called a meeting; I'm not invited. I need eyes and ears for the meeting. I need someone inside.""When did that happen?""Just last night," he confirms. "I've had word that he's making movement. I'm unsure what his aim is, but we must get on top of this before word gets out." He frets."That's what you think this is about? Father, no one knows about Emma. I've ensured that. This has to be about Bianca. Franko was adamant Bianca belonged to him. Rossi must have struck a deal. I haven't discovered what was promised or if she was in exchange for something, but I will. Honestly, I think it weird he'd promise Bianca at all. She was to be the next Don; marrying her to someone low like Densel would have been my last choice.""We all have our preferences," my father cites. "Get me someone on the inside. Someone he wouldn't expect. He has to trust them.""I know a few people. Let me call