GINEVRA The door clicked open, I stepped out. “Next time, if you have a message to pass across, Ricardo, do so without spilling blood on my grounds. I don’t need my people questioning my authority because I let the man I fuck kill at will in my territory.” The door slammed shut. The door clicked open, quick footsteps approaching from behind. “Ginevra, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” “Walking away from you, Ricardo.” “Ginevra!” "Go home, Ricardo, you shouldn't be here." I hissed. Ricardo’s firm hand grasped my wrist, twisting painfully. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Ginevra?" Struggling to free myself from his clutch, I gritted through clenched teeth. “I used my safeword, didn’t I? Do you not know what that means?” “Stop this madness,” he snarled, the look in his eyes transforming into a new one. One that I hadn’t seen before, a glimpse I saw the day he revealed himself to me as Ricardo. “I don’t want to be with you anymore!” “Enough!” He ululated. “Why the f
GINEVRA I sat there in the thick night, observing the mess I and Ricardo made and watching the candles burn out, all the while pouring myself one shot after another of tequila—getting wasted and pondering on what my decision would be. I had two things I wanted so badly. First, I wanted to have Ricardo killed in the most gruesome way possible. Second, I wanted to have Ricardo over at my house every other night, fucking me just the way he did a few minutes ago. One thing was certain, my choice had to be one or the other. There wasn’t anything in the world that could let me have both. So, I had to make a pick. Still, questions remained—what was my choice going to be? What choice was safer than the other? What would a head of a family do? Footsteps had begun approaching from behind me, a few voices muttering words over and over again, and some, cackling loudly. I hadn’t cared to move or be alarmed by the sudden intrusion, because I had an inclination who those people were. The on
GINEVRA Twenty four hours had passed and I had been so busy I could pass out. I put in a lot of effort for the development of this drugs and I made certain I oversaw distributions and productions since it hit the market. Seeing that The Pakhan of Bratva had been the first to endorse the product, a lot of high ranking men in the underworld followed suit. But, that was not to say I hadn't gained myself more enemies. However, my safety was assured. For a few more weeks at least. Enemies hadn’t made a move to hurt me physically, but one notable enemy had caused me emotional pain in the hours which had passed. Ricardo Sanchez. That bastard had announced his engagement, less than twenty four hours of professing his feelings for me. Never once had I imagined myself possessive of Ricardo, but the moment when the details of Ricardo’s engagement had reached my ears, something demonic had stirred awake in my heart. My blood had rushed through my veins with the need to cause harm. Ricar
RICARDO One hour. I had been seated here, for a whole hour, quietly listening to the jumbled words that had been spilling nonstop from my father’s mouth. Didn’t the old man get tired of talking? Gesù Cristo. “I’ve told you many times how beneficial this marriage with Theresa will turn out, but you wouldn’t listen to me because—”Fucks sake. My patience snapped. "Fuck!” I growled. “I’ve said it a million times, but if you need me to keep screaming it until you fully understand, Luigi, then listen carefully. This marriage and whatever you hope to achieve with this alliance will never work. Got it?” "Because of that whore?" Theresa scowled. My inability to act upon my anger and smack the shit out of Theresa’s mouth had taken a lot of self restraint. She had no right speaking about my woman in such a condescending tone. "You will not speak of my woman in that tone, Theresa. You might have my father by your side but that doesn't give you any right to meddle in my affairs, do you
GINEVRA Settling in the backseat of the car, a shuddered breath rumbled against my chest, my fingers raking through my hair, smoothing the rough edges. "Well, that was something." Dominico laughed beside me. A grunt escaped me, a chuckle following. "Shut up Nico." Paulo, who had been focused on activating and stabilizing the connection between his computer and the bug in Ricardo's office had suddenly declared, “we are finally in!” Cheers erupted in the car, Dominico smacking the back of Paulo’s head as he rained praises on him. "What now?" I asked just as the car sped off, looking over at Raul for answers. "We wait to see if we are able to get any hints on how to access his security system.” He answered. “And if we don’t?” I further inquired. Raul hummed, “we would have to find a way to make him want to change his whole security system." My brows squinted. "If it came down to him changing his security system, we'd have to sneak Paulo in and have him work with his security te
RICARDO "Dance with me." That was all I could say at that moment when rage had taken over me. If I attempted saying any word other than that, I would've gone mad. Ginevra was quite the stubborn one and she certainly loved people dying on her account. But I'd be a fool if I said I was not intimidated by the man she attended this event with. He was unpredictable, his aura one I couldn’t easily decipher. And the manner at which he blended in with the crowd, disappearing like he was never here—there was something about this one. He wasn't just a random guy and I knew this by the way Ginevra interacted with him. He meant something more to her. "I did not open your doors so other people could walk through it." I whispered as my hand snaked Ginevra's waist leading her to dance. "What fun would it be if it were one person walking through that door," she answered. My jaw involuntarily clenched. "Mind telling me who that was, Ginevra." I gritted. Tightening her grip on my bicep, a scof
GINEVRA I had spent hours on the road since Ricardo decided to drive me all the way to the outskirts of the city and dump me there. I was satisfied that Raul's plan to keep Ricardo distracted had worked out, but one thing which had bothered me was the man Ricardo had killed. Why was he dressed like Raul? Why did he look like Raul? Had Raul hired a double? Those were the questions which plagued my mind as I fiddled with my fingers. The drive home was long, excruciating, and uncomfortably quiet. My body and pussy were sore, I was tipsy, and the glare Ricardo's soldier who was assigned with the duty of driving me back to my estate, had unnerved me. I could easily trust Ricardo with my life, but anyone who worked for the Sanchez's appeared to me as danger and I could never overlook it—especially tonight, considering that I had no means of communicating with anyone. After Ricardo's driver had dropped me off in front of my manor and drove off, I began approaching my front doo
GINEVRA I still had enough reasons to live another day tired and disappointed as there was an unfinished business waiting. Two weeks after the ball, following tons and tons of messages from the Sanchez's to have a meeting, I finally accepted, and today, I sat there in the Sanchez's conference room with a bunch of big players in the Sanchez mafia discussing—or rather having them coerce me into stopping the distribution of my new drugs in their territories. I was starting to think it was a mistake attending this meeting, considering that certain people seated in the conference room had me irritated. Everyone dressed up nice in their official attire, Ricardo in his black tailored suit, Alex in a navy blue piece, and Ricardo's cousin whose name I couldn't remember in a gray tux. They were still a bunch of other excruciatingly attractive men in the room but the one person who irritated me the most was Theresa Mattia. Why the fuck was she in attendance and ruining my fun with her disgu