All Chapters of The Rossi Brothers I — Luciano : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Mariana. I slept so well last night, without any nightmares or a desire to wake up. It was all because of him. Luciano was there, making sure I was safe; he never left my side, even when I thought he might. That thought made my heart race with excitement. I love having him around, and I appreciate how he takes care of me. He often tries to present himself as an evil person, someone incapable of loving others, but that’s not true. He has a soft heart; the only thing holding him back from showing his true self is the wall he has built around it. I believe that, in time, I will be able to break those walls down, and soon he will want me the same way I want him. Luciano didn’t know it, but I woke up before him and watched him sleep. I was still holding his hand to my chest as he slept soundly, without a care in the world. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched him, and I felt an overwhelming urge to stroke his body as he slept. Thankfully, I managed to resist; I didn’t want to wake him.

Luciano. I kissed her again. I kissed her even after she had been so fucking curious, wanting to know something she wasn’t meant to. I know she was only asking that because she wanted to know about it but that shouldn’t be her concern. She isn’t meant to know about it….yet. Very soon. She will find out about it very soon. Knock. Knock. A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. I stared at the door and gestured for whoever was outside to come in. The door opened to reveal Kyle, looking sharp this morning. “Boss,” he greeted as he walked toward me. He didn’t sit down even when I offered him a seat. “What’s going on?” I asked. “We have found the last members of the gang,” he said, instantly dampening my mood. I thought he was joking when he said those motherfuckers were rebuilding their group in small numbers. We had killed all of them before going to prison, so hearing this from him was surprising. I told him I would only believe him if he proved they were really aliv

Luciano. Letting out another curse, I pulled the bedsheet off her body and ground my teeth at the pitiful sight of Mariana curled up like a baby on the bed. Her whole body was drenched in sweat, yet she shivered as if the air were freezing. “Mariana,” I called, tapping her shoulder lightly, but she only moaned softly without opening her eyes. What the hell is wrong with her? She wasn’t like this the other day—what happened? “Wake up, butterfly,” I said softly, tapping her shoulder again. When did I start talking softly? “Hmm,” she moaned and turned to the other side, but I grabbed her gently, staring at her face. “Mariana.” “Hmm?” “Wake up.” I pulled her up and paused when another sound escaped her lips. Shit! What do I do? I have no idea how to care for a sick person. I watched her intently as she struggled to open her eyes. When her gaze finally settled on my face, she whispered, “Luc…” “It’s me, Mariana. What’s wrong?” I asked, helping her sit up. Her shoulders slumped

Mariana. I woke up the next morning feeling warm. In fact, the warmth enveloped me, and from the scent, I already knew who it was. I slowly opened my eyes and smiled when I saw my husband still lying beside me. He looked so peaceful and calm as he slept, a stark contrast to the man who had once built walls to keep me out. I couldn’t stop smiling as I watched him. He had more eyelashes than most men, and I found myself a bit jealous of them. I spent the next few minutes simply observing him sleep. I still couldn’t believe he had stepped in to help me last night. I had thought I was going to die, but thankfully he was there, and I felt a lot better than I had the day before. His eyes slowly opened, and his sea-blue gaze locked onto mine. I tried to fight back a smile, but it was impossible when he looked at me that way. My lips curled into a full-blown smile, and it took him another moment to process what was going on. “Hey,” he called gently, keeping his arm wrapped around my wais

Mariana. “I… don’t know how,” I whispered, embarrassed. My cheeks were so red now that I feared they might burst open. “What do you mean by that?” he asked, and I struggled to meet his gaze. “I… don't know how,” I answered again. I realized I didn’t have to feel shy around him. If he wanted to fuck me, then he should know everything about me. Despite growing up in a world where sex and drugs were abundant, I had no understanding of what sex truly entailed. I could see that my naivety was surprising him. “You must be joking,” he said, but I remained silent. He could believe what he wanted. He let out a breath and mumbled something under his breath that I couldn’t quite make out. “How about I teach you how?” He wasn’t asking. “Spread your thighs,” he commanded, and I found myself doing that. His eyes darkened as he looked at me; my cheeks remained flushed, and I’m sure they weren't going to stop being red anytime soon. “Run your fingers on your pussy.” He instructed, and for