Novel & Cerita Sasha And Niccolo

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

Stefan fell into step behind me as we headed down the long hallway toward a pair of heavy oak doors. Then the doors opened, and immediately the room fell silent. Even the men who had been arguing stopped as all eyes turned to me. I immediately took my seat at the long mahogany table. Nikolai Volkov, the leader of the Russian Bratva, spoke first, locking eyes with me across the table. “Three of my trucks and my shipment disappeared in De Luca’s territory last week.” “You know better than to accuse someone without having substantial proof, Nikolai,” Matteo Alvarez, the cartel’s representative, said calmly.

Answer me. Sasha's face was turning red. His lips were moving, but no sound came out. Nikolai loosened his grip just enough for him to breathe. Yes, Sasha gasped. Yes, I slept with her. Yes, I touched her. Yes, I put my hands and my mouth on every part of her. She is my fated mate now, Nikolai. She belongs to me. Nikolai's grip tightened. Sasha's eyes bulged. His feet kicked against the wall. He was not fighting back. He was not even trying. He just hung there, accepting his fate, accepting that his cousin might kill him for what he had done.

Survive the night. ​Beside me, Sasha stepped up to the railing, her emerald dress shimmering under the terrace lights as she beamed at Antonio. She looked ecstatic, her face flushed with genuine pride. But now, with my eyes fully opened by the memories of my death, I saw the dangerous truth. She wasn't looking at a future brother-in-law. She was looking at her partner. At her protector. At her lover. ​"A beautiful toast for a beautiful couple," Sasha said smoothly, her voice dripping with affection as she reached out to gently pat my arm. Her manicured fingers felt like ice against my skin. "We are so incredibly proud of you both. Tonight changes everything for our family."

As soon as we entered the farm, two men welcomed us, they were speaking in Italy, so I didn’t really understand the rest of what they were talking about with Nico. “Why are we here?” I hissed when the two guys left us. Nico all of a sudden leaned closer to me, his lips touching my earlobe. I breathed out, eyes wide open, my heart racing badly… “I don’t trust you, Catrina” He whispered, which made my heart nearly stop… Did he find out about my escape plan?

The question has me wrenching my hand away from Aleksandr only to find Dmitri frowning at us like there are identical horns growing out of me and his father’s heads. My breath grows shallow and the possibility of them finding out what happened last night has fear slithering through my veins. It’s the fear that kicks me into motion and has my mouth forming the word, “No.” As I retake my seat, I find Leo peering at me through slitted, scrutinizing eyes. Shit. My face must be a deep shade of red right now. So much for acting normal. “What brings you here, Moretti?” Aleksandr demands, settling back in his chair. He’s no longer looking at me and I can finally breathe again.

" Nicole knew that the man hated being called old and that was the very reason why she kept calling him that. She had made it her life's mission to make his life as hellish as he wanted to make hers and she would stop at nothing to achieve that. She could see him clenching his jaws in anger and she smiled in satisfaction, an act that pissed Matteo off even further. "I might be an old man..." He replied, still holding on to her hair but letting his free hand roam over her body and rest on her ass. "...but You belong to me. You hear me? You belong to me!" He declared, bringing out his disgusting tongue and licking a nasty trail around her earlier. In all her life, Nicole had never felt more re

“Because Clarissa… she’s been watching her too.” “What does Clarissa want with Chelsea?” I asked. “I don’t know everything,” Sasha admitted. “But I know Chelsea isn’t just some smart girl caught in the middle. She’s been planning something for a long time.” I felt a slow smile form on my lips. “Yeah,” I said softly. “I figured that much.” Sasha grabbed my arm suddenly. “Nicho, listen to me. You need to stay away from her.” I looked down at her hand, then back up at her face.