Semua Bab The Stripper's Sugar Daddy [ENGLISH]: Bab 171 - Bab 180

Roccio strode purposefully into the hospital where Yana was confined. He’d been in a meeting with underworld associates when he received a call that Yana had been missing for an hour. The news sent shockwaves through him, and he abruptly left the meeting without a word. He was furious, learning that the guards assigned to Yana's room had taken a cigarette break simultaneously. He'd explicitly instructed them never to leave the room unattended. He’d entrusted this woman’s life to them, and this happened? He would make them pay for their recklessness. Everyone Roccio passed stopped to look at him. At over six feet tall, with striking, exotic features, he was the stuff of women's fantasies. He knew the effect he had. Under other circumstances, he would have reveled in the attention. His hair in a ponytail, a thick beard enhancing his ruggedly handsome and dangerous look, and his intense electric blue eyes commanded attention. Some women looked almost giddy, openly fantas

Roccio gripped the steering wheel tightly, speeding down the road. He needed to get there before 3:00 AM. That politician seemed to favor secluded locations. He checked the GPS; the location was in an isolated part of town. From the moment he’d gotten the call, his nerves had been on edge, and he was irritated with himself. He could have just left Yana there and let the police handle it. But for reasons he couldn't explain, the thought of Yana being held captive by that lunatic politician unsettled him. His brother seemed to have a lot of enemies lately. First, it was McIntosh, after his brother’s wealth. That old man was greedy, unsatisfied with his own riches, needing to seize what others had worked for. Roccio had him investigated; his fortune stemmed from exploiting other companies. Being a member of the underground society, he'd easily evaded prosecution for his crimes. Now, Fabian’s success had become his greatest downfall. The Romanos weren't easily defeated, as proven by the

Yana bit her lip, uncertain why Fabian’s brother was there, but she didn’t ask. A mix of joy and fear coursed through her. This man shouldn't be here. She looked at his outstretched hand, large and somehow comforting. Without hesitation, she took it. The moment their palms met, a jolt, a tingling sensation, shot through her, an undeniable current that sparked in the deepest, most unexplored part of her body. A small smile played on Roccio’s lips as she accepted his hand. Yana noticed a dimple on his left cheek—she hadn’t seen it before because he rarely smiled. She found it endearing, a contrast to his bad-boy image. He gently pulled her to her feet, and she went willingly. She noticed the gun in his other hand. She said nothing, following as he led her from the room. It made sense that he was armed; the mansion was heavily guarded. She wondered if he was used to weapons; his hand held the gun with such effortless grace, as if it were an

"Wow! This place is amazing!" Yana exclaimed as she entered Fabian's house, awestruck by its size and elegance. She'd never been to such a luxurious place before. She gazed around; even from the entrance, it was stunning. Gigi was incredibly lucky to have found not only a wealthy man who loved her, but also one who was kind to her family. Yana particularly appreciated Fabian's acceptance of Gigi's past. They could finally relax, knowing she was in good hands. "Gorgeous!" Pia squealed, echoing Yana, raising her arms in delight, making Yana and Gigi laugh. "Does baby Pia like it here?" Fabian asked, pinching her chubby cheeks, making her giggle even more. Yana, Gigi, and Pia were gradually warming up to Fabian, which made him happy. He only needed to win over Adrian, Gigi's younger brother, to fully gain the family's trust. The family remained at the hospital for three days before moving to Fabian’s house. He'd personally req

Fabian froze at Gigi’s words. He stared at her face—flushed, breathless, and filled with anticipation. Her eyes were hazy with desire, silently pleading for them to be together again. And truthfully, he felt the same way. It had been days since he last touched her, and the longing had only grown stronger. Gigi was the only woman who could make him feel this kind of intense craving. Who was he to say no to her now? He was hers—completely. Willingly. Their hands moved quickly, shedding clothes in a flurry. In just moments, they were in bed, their bare skin pressed together, the spark between them igniting into a wildfire. The hunger they had kept at bay was now burning uncontrollably. Fabian captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He used his leg to gently part hers, giving him full access to the warmth waiting for him. Without clothes between them, every touch was magnified, and the anticipation hung th