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CALISTA'S P.O.VNighttime came by slowly. I watched as the sky slowly shifted from one hue into another, until all that was left was deep, dark blue skyRoman still wasn’t home yet and I was beginning to panicThe two men, Vincent and Otto, told me he'd be back today; they said there was ‘unfinished business’ he had to handle, and honestly, I was having a migraine.I was also starting to think everyone deliberately kept things from me.The children however, were fine. They were taken to the guest wing to be cleaned, fed, and checked on by a doctor. Little Aria was fast asleep, so she didn't cry for me. Alberto was nursing a bottle of bourbon in the hallway; his eyes were rimmed red for reasons I didn't let myself ponder. Luca had disappeared with his boom box and injury, and Lilian claimed that she was tired and needed to go to sleep.And me?I was pacing the length of my bedroom like a caged animal, waiting for its beloved owner to come open its cage.I waited. Bit on my nails, call

CALISTA'S P.O.VThere was an implosion inside of me.The moment Roman's large hands wrapped around my body, when he pulled me closer and closer like the very air he breathed was deep inside my lungs, when he kissed my lips like a man starved and in need, I imploded.I gripped the hair at the back of his nape, one hand on his solid chest as we kissed each other like the world was fading away. My breaths came out in short, ragged pants, Roman didn't break apart to breathe either. “You’re stubborn” he admitted with a short laugh while still kissing me, taking my bottom lip between hisA gust of breeze blew past, but it did nothing to the rising fire of passion in my blood, my whole body was warm, and being this close to Roman, my body pressed to his, soft in every place he was hard, it made me throb and yearnRoman slid a finger down the curve of my ass, making a shiver rack through my body “My stubborn little angel” he rasped as I shifted my hips so my core was nudging his hard length

ROMAN'S P.O.VShe snores when she's exhausted.I wonder if Calista knows about the quiet, soft sounds she makes whenever she's passed out flat.After weeks of watching my wife's mental health decline, it gives me immense relief to see her like this— thoroughly sated and rested. The side of my lips tilted upwards in a half smile when she muttered something about candles and...cakes.Bright moonlight spilled in through the open window, falling on her naked skin like a cloth of silver. Her mahogany hair was tousled from the sex a few hours ago. I had taken Calista over and over in the gazebo till we didn't know when one orgasm ended and the next began. By the time I lifted her off the bench and carried her to our bedroom, she was fast asleep.A beautiful, delicate creature in my arms.The sudden mix of adoration, and unease that immediately hit me without warning wasn't new to me, but regardless, it made me uncomfortable.My fists clenched into a tight ballNo one ever told me that lov

ROMAN'S P.O.VThere were only a few people I trusted in this world and I could count them on one finger and still have digits left.Fabiano was one of them. As young boys, our fathers had tossed us together during Capo meetings. I met him a few weeks after Elio had forced me to make my first kill. Fabiano had also been put through the same test by his father, but he had failed.I could remember sitting in the over-spaced library of Mancini's Home, watching his father talk with disappointment about how his son was too sickly and weak, unfit to be the next Capo of the New York familia. Elio had laughed, tapped me on the shoulder, and narrated how I killed a man a few weeks before. My old devil over-exaggerated my ‘achievement’ making it look as though I killed the man out of bravery when in truth, he had forced me to.Mancini was pleased with me, he urged me to make friends with his son so he could have some of my courage. I wasn't interested in any friendships at the time. I couldn't

ROMAN'S P.O.VIf I listened carefully, I could hear the seconds ticking inside my headOne...two...one...two...One of my men pours whiskey into three shot glasses on the coffee table while we sit centered around it. I take mine and knock it down my throat the second he finishes “You can help me get the Brother” I muse aloud even as Isabella winces while taking the liquor. “This whiskey is very strong” she says almost disapprovingly, Fabiano mutters a laugh and finishes the contents of his glass in one shot “You can help me get the brother” I repeated aloud, watching her intently.Isabella takes out a napkin from her purse and wipes the corner of her mouth. “Yes Romano” she answers “I can help you get inside the Brotherhood circle and if you play your cards right, we can find out who the brother is and burn this organization to shambles”“Hmm,” I lean back against my swirling chair. I had this room tailored to suit and an underground office, and only used it for very serious, bloody