~Lianna Black~
''Fiancée?'' one man spoke ''what the fuck are you talking about, boss?'' another seconded him as Ace walked in from the big wooden door which looks like the main entrance.
~Lianna Black~What Ace said was a reminder that he owns me. He might have been very gentle with me tonight but the fact that he’s a mafia Don should never be taken for grant
~Ace Romano~"What do you say, Ace?" John Grey, an American mafia capo, spoke as he refilled my third glass of whiskey. The ten percent discount he’s asking for the gun shipment is already reasonable, he'll even double the request for the next two
WARNING! This chapter is R-18. It contains trigger themes. Please, keep an open mind my Lovely readers.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~Lianna Black~I woke up to the feeling of someone stroking my hair. Hm, his hands are so skillful that I want to stay in his arms and go back to sleep. The warmth radiating from him is penetrating through his white shirt over my body. He smells heave
~Lianna Black~As soon as the jet landed on the tarmac, I felt anxious about what I was wearing. Fashion and my appearance had never been one of my concerns before, but wearing only a white shirt and a man’s boxer in an airport is an uncommon thing. My feet were bare because the killer heels I was wearing gave my skin blisters with the amount of walking I did.
~Lianna Black~It was clear as day that Ace can’t take humor from what I did. Before we left the restaurant, he ordered his men to check every phone of the diners. Most probably to delete recordings of what occurred in the restaurant because of me.
This Chapter is R-18. Slightly. You know the drill, Babes.~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~Lianna Black~A man with scarlet hair was leaning on his hands against the marble kitchen island. His eyes were dark brown, as if earth hid in the depths of his hues. Thin lips that gazed with a smirk, his smile that is for me. That is nice. A smile is better than death glares.