It Was Me Dio Novels & Stories

I couldn't resist joining in, clapping and chanting, "Kiss her! Marry her!" Chris turned to look at me, his face a picture of shock. "Fiora, have you lost your mind? I'm your mate!"

I replied, forcing a casual smile. “Is that so?” Dio scrutinized me for a while, his perceptive eyes seeming to see beneath my lie. “It is,” I repeated, internally begging him to let it go. After a thoughtful pause, he seemed to hear my silent plea and shrugged, seemingly satisfied with my explanation. “Fine, whatever you say,” he said resting his Nike-clad feet on the stoop of my door. “I actually came because I felt bad about how today went for you so I thought I'd come over and treat you to a meal.”

"I'm a man who always controls everything. And you're the only thing that makes my body move before my mind." ~ Nick L. Lancaster.

It rang only twice before Dante answered. His voice was calm. “Hey.” “Hey,” I whispered back, nervous. “Did you, um… did you call him? Noah’s brother?” There was a pause. My stomach knotted tighter. Then Dante sighed. “Yeah. I did.” I held my breath. “And?”

I began, willing him to take over. "Thank you for last night," he did exactly as I'd hoped, causing me to release a breath of air I'd been holding since I waved goodbye the night before. "Oh, so you remember?" I joked. "I wasn't really sure what was you and what was the alcohol talking." "I remember a lot of it," he laughed. "And that Rico guy you called for me was great." "He liked you too," I smiled. "Said you were a real joy to drive."

Behind him, Kristie flashed me a victorious, mocking smile. Seeing Robert's sleazy face, then Kristie's smug expression, I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. Killing myself for a boss like this—for a company like this—was a joke. "Fine. I won't ruin your appetite," I said, grabbing my bag as my gaze coldly swept across the room. "I hope you can enjoy this meal guilt-free!"

His eyes flick past Matteo—straight to me on the bed. He smiles. Small. Sharp. “Name’s Dario. I work for Rossi’s old crew. The ones who didn’t like how the truce ended.” He shrugs, casual. “Vittorio’s gone. Someone’s gotta clean up the mess he left. Starting with his daughter.” My stomach twists, but not from fear. From heat. From the way his gaze drags over my body—over the collar, the bite marks on my tits, the cum painted across my stomach like war paint.

"Who the fuck was it?!" No one answered him. They were too scared to even pronounce a single name. "D..." one of them, Adon, spoke "D, we don't know who it was." His name was Dario Espinosa. Famous for his products, illegal businesses, and well, his face. The headache that was starting to form in his head doubled. Theses idiots didn't do the job properly and had someone to witness, and they don't even know who the fuck it was. "Then fucking find them." Dario answered, his eyes burning while he looked at them "And this will be the last time... the last fucking time that you mess up, Adon. There won't be a next chance for you."

Thank God for the black turtleneck she wore—it hid the marks from last night, the kisses, the faint bites Hastan had branded across her skin. Octavian stared for a long, suffocating beat, but said nothing. “What are you doing here?” she pressed, her tone edged with sarcasm. Without waiting for his answer, she quickened her pace toward the server room. The door swung open, and a cheerful voice pierced the heavy silence. “Mamaaa, surprise!” Dio’s eyes sparkled like sunlight. Meira’s lips curved instinctively, her dread momentarily dissolving. Inside, Dio sat beside Erik, one of the IT staff.

I explained. I still didn't say it. I didn't say, 'I responded because I wanted you to call me that.' But I implied it. I responded to Andy and didn't correct her because I didn't want to be Androkles The Destroyer, Lord Androkles, at least not with her. "I called Lord Zeus... Dio?" she asked, a bit horrified at that. She blushed in embarrassment as I told her who Dio was.