I smiled. “What do you plan?”“Do you have any plans?”“Nothing big, but I was hoping to buy a country house.” Her smile lit up. “I mean, we certainly can’t raise this kid and our future children in a penthouse. They need a proper environment, sizeable space to run around.”“Our future children? How
LUCIANO “Have our men withdrawn from New York?” I asked, scrolling through the articles on my laptop. “It’s been eight fucking months since the break.” The inactivity in the east and west, both Cosa Nostra and Outfit, had been very nerve-wracking. Since the dramatic outbreak between Belle and Adon
“Thank fuck, you’re here,” Pietro sounded. “She didn’t take an epidural or whatever the fuck that is.” “What?” Rose had told me about it, how it could reduce the pain. But if she had not taken it— A loud cry sounded from the other side of the door, and my breath hitched. “Luciano, you need to go
ROSALINE Doomsday comes unannounced—that was something I believed in. Well, in my case, doomsday had a face and a herald with whom I shared blood. My brother stood at the entrance of the banquet, talking to a tall man with dark hair and a tall stature. I knew who it was. Terenzio De Vitto. I had t
ROSALINE What I appreciated most was the view from atop the terrace. From the thirteenth floor of the building, everything below glimmered—the string of lights, lanterns and candles of the wedding venue. Everything was perfect, the silence, the chill in the air and the barely audible music... until
LUCIANO “Why aren’t you telling me your name?” I asked, looking at the half-empty bottle of whiskey. She looked at me, a sheepish grin stuck to her lips. From the little light we had, I could not make her features correct, but she was beautiful. I would be damned if I did not know her better. Her
LUCIANO She was embarrassed, yes, but equally aroused. It was clear from the way her panties were drenched. I wanted to taste her right on the terrace, but I could not. I wanted to see her in the light, see her perfect body, every curve and crevice after I undressed her. I held her hand, so soft a
LUCIANO Sitting on the edge of the bed, I stared at the bathroom door for minutes and then at the red tissues lying on the floor. Rose’s body had been rigid when I had cleaned her blood. The way I had dived into her, she had felt more pain than she had been letting on. How could I be so daft? I sh