Taking Back Control Novel Grace And Antonio Novels & Stories

With that, she reached out, grabbed Emily by the hair, and yanked her forward. Emily screamed for help at Kenneth, but how would he dare offend these tycoons from the Emirates? The next moment, Aini rained down punches and kicks on Emily, beating her to the ground until she was wailing in misery.

In our world, proof only matters if you have the clout to make it matter. Revenge was the only other option—ridiculous and impossible. Matteo Ricci’s reach swallowed entire regions; even if every NYC family united, we wouldn’t stand a chance. No one would risk a war over one missing trunk. Michael folded then, a fifty-year-old man unraveling into tears. “Fuck. If I’d known—” His voice broke; he looked small and helpless. I felt none of his grief. Anger hardened into resolve. Grief could wait. Right now there was one thing: get her back. Make whoever did this pay. She deserved that much.

I guess I would find out as I got my revenge. ​The thought settled deep into my chest, steadying the frantic rhythm of my heart. The confusion and the burning ache didn't matter anymore. Answers would come in time, paid for in their blood. For now, the pain was gone, burned away by a cold, sharp focus. Just then Antonio pulled back. His handsome, charming mask slid effortlessly back into place. He smoothed his jacket and adjusted his gold cuffs. The perfect, loving man was back, ready to walk back into the bright party lights.

Grace’s heart skipped a beat as she recognized Zeke making his way towards them. “There’s Zeke,” Noah pointed out, relief evident in his voice. Zeke approached them with a reassuring smile, acknowledging the tension in the air. “You both made it,” he said, glancing at Grace. “Ready for this?” Grace nodded, trying to summon every ounce of courage. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” she replied, a hint of determination in her voice. Zeke’s reassuring presence and strategic guidance provided a sense of security. Grace knew that with Noah and Zeke by her side, she had the support she needed to navigate the night, face Jack, and uncover whatever cards he might be holding close to his chest.

"You can not keep apologizing for her. She is a grown woman and needs to learn her place." "You are no one to me, and here soon, you are going to realize your place." With those words, a voice I didn't recognize before filtered in from the foyer, and the words it spoke were of my mate. I glared at Leah before turning on my feet, and walking towards the entrance in time to see a dark-haired woman wrapping her arms around Antonio. His back was to me, but I could see her lips come down upon his, and at that moment, I lost my control.

“You’re had another big shock, baby. I’ll carry you. Just relax and let Maia’s memories return. I’m sure it’s a lot to take in.” Trevor shifts back to his wolf and he and Maddison take off ahead of us. Liam and Angel fall into step beside us. Angel reaches out holding Grace’s hand in hers as we walk. Rik slows down and falls into step on my other side, allowing Cara to reach out and hold Grace’s other hand. “We’re so glad to have you back.” Cara says, a sad smile on her face.

She had all the answers, I was sure of it. And I had every intention of finding out. I was so sick and tired of playing everyone else's game - tired of not being in control of my own life. I had no more patience - I had reached the end of my rope. I wasn't going to allow Alexis, Meghan, or anyone else to ruin my happiness with my family. I was going to take back control. I gestured Grace over with a wave of my hand. She stared at me with wide eyes, but she didn't say anything.

It wasn't to talk about the night before, it was for something else. "My son, Antonio just got back from Italy. He won an award — youngest billionaire in Italy. He’s coming back to expand his company branch here and… he says he’s ready to find a wife" I smiled at that. Antonio. I still thought of him as Anthony though. Vanessa's cute little boy I'd helped raise. I recalled all the time I babysitted whenever she and her husband, Derek were busy with work or how I helped him with his homework. He got a scholarship at Italy, right after high-school and had to leave.

“And you stop trying to gain control over me.” I clench my jaw, my grip on her arms tightening as I try to hold back my frustration. I lean in closer, our faces mere inches apart, my voice low and threatening. “You may have won this small battle, Grace, but don’t mistake it for victory.” Her gaze locks onto mine, a fierce determination in her eyes. “I’m not afraid of you, Steve. And I won’t let you control me.” I release my grip on her arms and step back, still fixing my eyes filled with rage on her. “We’ll see who will control whom.”

Antonio's voice came as his hips continued to thrust into her, his eyes dark with desire as he sought to prolong the moment. Angela cried out, her body spasming with each movement, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. “Antonio… I can't anymore,” Jill gasped, her voice trembling with the aftershocks of her climax. Antonio's lips curled into a smirk, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her skin. “Oh, but you will,” he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of danger. In a desperate attempt to regain control, Antonio flipped Angela onto her stomach, pinning her hips down with his weight.