Alle Kapitel von In Bed with the Hot Brothers : Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

Ziyana My father taught me that wealth is the highest power I could acquire for myself. It's the biggest flex of all time. Being able to get what you want no matter where it is or how it is gotten. It not only shows how connected you are but specifically, it shows that you are powerful.Only that he was wrong.I'm Ziyana Casimiro, daughter to the mighty and fearless Dario Casimiro, a Mafia Lord in Sicily. My life itself is one that could be regarded as the life of a Princess. I had everything a girl could want; expensive dresses and bags from well known designers, jewelry that cost a fortune, not to mention parties and holidays all over the world. Our home was built on a wide area of land, heavily guarded by the best security facility in Italy. The mere mention of my father's name sends fear down the spines of his enemies.I had all of my whims catered for, I only had to ask and it would be brought to me. All I did was laze around the house. I never went out for anything, everything

Salvatore ‘You shouldn't be here,’ I thought but I refused to listen. The underground club at Arena Glitz was like nothing I've ever seen. The air in this particular one was stuffy,full of dirt,kink and sin. Rumours had it that they catered for men who wanted young , sexy and sometimes untouched women. This alone was enough to make my prick hard.The men seated by the table were mostly business men. It was already late, so their ties were crooked. I could smell their sweat mixed with both cheap and expensive cologne. It was evident that the men here were rich, powerful and horny. I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt and took a seat in one of the booths too. A humming sound erupted somewhere in the room before the stage went up slowly. The light in the room was switched on. Everything in the room became clear but it was opposite for the women on stage. It was too harsh for them. Some of them tried covering their eyes but the men on the stage wouldn't have it.Blood surged through my v

StefanoIt's no wonder that I can't sleep. How could I? I had everything planned out. Get into the club, get a hold of Massimo and finish him off. But what happened? Salvatore went off the grid. I should have known that going with him would end in disaster.If not for Vittorio's timely intervention, I would have died because I was out of bullets. The anger I felt was out of scale but as always, I had to calm down. I couldn't stay angry at him for too long. I promised mom that I'd cater for my brothers on her deathbed. I guess that's why he became this spoiled. He knew he'd go scot free.Let's not even talk about the fifty million euros he spent on the auction. Only God knows what the bastard bought with that huge amount. The last time he did something like this, it was on a vintage car that hasn't seen the lights of the day since the last time he bought it I stood up from the comfort of my fluffy bed. I was feeling parched and hungry. I haven't had a decent meal since last night. The

Stefano “Logan, could you try that frequency again? " I said to the man turning the transmitting radio. The lines were unstable as he turned it. I waited with hope as he did it again. He stopped at a frequency but I shook my head. It wasn't the one I wanted, the voice didn't sound like what I wanted to hear. He tuned it again for a while but to no avail. The network jammed into several radio stations and he stopped.“What exactly are you hoping to hear?” He asked but I said nothing. He could sense my apprehension and so he began searching again. It was better for him to not question my instructions.“Ready in 0300 hours…will take about an hour” came in a voice. Logan raised up his hands to make another round of turning but I stopped him. It was the voice of Arseni. The very one I've been waiting for. For a while, he's been trying to stretch his wings in the water of Italy but I've tried to prevent him. Although he's young, he's a veteran in all that has to do with drugs and arm deal

Ziyana It's been two days.Two days of silence from the three brothers. Since that event with the eldest, Stefano, the house has been silent as a graveyard. Don't get me wrong, I love how cool everything is. I could do whatever I want and walked to any length of the house but that was it.I wasn't allowed to leave the house though, not a single step outside. The one time I tried it, the stern expressions of the men stationed outside the house was enough to tell me to stay in the house.The only person who has ever came around was that cook. An elderly woman who I believe to be a mute because she has never uttered any word to me. She was like a ghost. No matter how hard I tried getting her to talk she never replied to any of my small talks. I don't know where and how she cooks but she never misses the time for the meals.Breakfast, lunch and dinner. All delivered as at well due. Even though I had everything at my disposal, I was restless. Even though I hated their guts, it'll still be