Romans & histoires Entangled Hearts: Mr. Fusco's Unexpected Love

He pulled me closer and hugged me tightly. "I missed you Theodora…" he rasps. I smiled at him. "I missed you too Austin." He looked into my eyes and cupped both of my cheeks and kissed me passionately. I heard something flash behind us. I pulled and to my surprise I found Stacy smirking behind us. It felt like the air left my lungs. I looked at Austin but I couldn't read his expression. "You're in trouble Theodora Willford" she said softly. What? She began to play a recording on her phone and it was Austin's voice.

Sure it had something to do with business. "How have you been?" I directed the question to Bryan. Something flickered in his eyes for a moment. It seemed the question had made him recollect himself. Bryan and I might share something unique in common, but we weren't exactly alike. I liked women, he knew it. And with Isla, everything was changing in such a pace that I couldn't believe. It was unlike what I had ever felt for anyone. It wasn't just a random feeling, it felt like my heart had been tied to hers—Entangled. That was why despite how wrong I felt it was to be fucking Mason and Olivia's little princess, it still felt so right and so fucking good.

Vandros asked, attention still fixed on the papers. His cheeks swelled with thought. What was there to fear about Silvana dela Fuente? She was just a former waitress at Macho, a former waitress he bought, mind you. She was the only one who knew because all the other girls obediently followed the deal, and Heart was the only one who dared to peek into who the 'boss' was. Now, that little hardhead3d lady got pregnant and couldn't escape her shadow anymore. He fell in love with Heart with all his heart.

She smiled heartily and disengaged "I don't love you Lewis. I need you. It's kinda silly how I've fallen so senselessly and helplessly in love with you. Your darn attitude and that personality. Don't ever go unconscious again,I nearly died Lewis.. you're my life not part of it. But my entire life " He smiled widely and brought her hand closer. He placed it on his racing her "Only you,and you can make my heart beat like this corazón. "He smiled sweetly "So I tamed the heart of a mafia? Mi sól" she smiled again and soon their lips were collided with each other Unknown to them, throughout their confession Eros stood by the door.... listening to them He felt his heart ripping apart immediately h

Should I just embrace him back? The kiss just felt too long and eventually, I just circled my arms around his neck, clinging to it so my body won't fall. Our night ended just like how it usually did on a normal night, lovemaking in bed. The clock on the wall showed past four but I was still wide awakened. Ricky had long been in deep sleep after the sex. Whilst I still couldn't stop thinking of the fact that I am now officially engaged to the Godfather of the Mafia world and we were getting married in a month. Why did my heart feel so heavy to accept this?

" As I stepped out of the bar, the massive LED screens in Times Square were tirelessly looping a proposal montage that had every woman in America swooning. The man in the video was the current Don of the Moretti family: Dante Moretti. Dressed in a bespoke suit, those hands—the same ones that had pulled triggers countless times and held the power of life and death over the East Coast—were now trembling slightly as they held a massive pink diamond. "Elena, you are my weakness and my armor. Marry me, and I’ll give you all of New York as a wedding gift." Tourists stopped in their tracks, letting out collective gasps of awe. To them, this was a romantic fairy tale between a mob boss and his child

Holding the woman’s hand, he approached me. “Elena, this is Vanessa, she’s—” Before he could finish, Vanessa flashed a confident smile and offered her hand to me. “Hi, I’m Vanessa, Hector’s partner. We fell in love on the battlefield.” I laughed bitterly, anger making my voice shake. “Partner? You mean mistress, right?” Vanessa’s smile faltered. Hector glared at me, his voice low and warning. “Elena, don’t do this.” I met his gaze, my tone icy.

His arms instinctively caught me, one around my waist, the other bracing my back as we landed in a heap on the linoleum floor, "Let go of me,” I said, but it didn’t come out nearly as strong as I wanted. Because for a second, all I could do was stare. His eyes searched mine, and I hated how warm his touch felt. How right. For a moment, I forgot to breathe. The bond shimmered in the air between us, drawing me in like it always did. And then— "Jaxon ! What the hell are you doing?” Mr. Greene’s voice boomed across the aisle.