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Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress TWENTY-FOUR.
“Let me go, Riccardo!” I struggle in his unwelcome embrace, kicking my feet in the air, twisting and turning my body.Riccardo ignores me, which is to be expected, and drags me back into the house, dumping me on the sofa. Then he towers over me with his arms folded across his chest“Ohh… So, big and scary!” I say with sarcasm heavily lacing my words. He frowns, rolling his eyes, totally over my bullshit, and he averts his gaze elsewhere. I watch as Don Valentino drags a chair across the room behind him, sitting across from me with his right ankle resting on his left knee. He unbuttons his suit jacket, loosening his tie with his eyes never straying from mine, drawing me in deeper. “What?” I snap at him, hating the way my body reacts whenever he is near.“You said you need a job to pay for your father's medical bills?” “I know what I said, but if you continue to keep holding me against my will, I’ll have no job and pretty soon, no home.”“I have a job for you.” He simply states whi
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress TWENTY-FIVE.
“I want Mr. Bishop moved into a private ward where he will receive the best treatment this hospital has to offer,” Don Valentino demands as he speaks with the Head Of Department, in the cardiac ward. I stand beside him, my jaw agape as I gaze at him in astonishment. He exudes wealth, power, and an aura that should not be trifled with.“I'll see what we can do with such short notice, Mr Valentino” The blonde-haired female replies as she bats her fake eyelashes at him. I swear, if she bats them any faster, she will create a mini-tornado right where we are standing.“Look, Mrs?” He sighs with frustration.“Ms. Yasmin Richards.” Her brows pinch together. “Kindly avoid using 'Mrs' in my name when addressing me.” Her cheeks flush with a lovely shade of pink. “I'm not married, and I’m definitely not my mother.” She hums, like what she is saying is relevant.“Ms. Richards,” Don Valentino raises his voice as he mutters her name. “I am paying this hospital a great deal of money, along with a
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress TWENTY-SIX.
The words, 'Spread the word and let it be known that Miss. Bishop is mine.' Play over in my head as I try to make sense of what he is trying to do.I know Don Valentino isn't making a statement by claiming me.Only a true fool would believe the words that effortlessly roll off the tip of his tongue. But why?Why make such a statement if he doesn’t mean it?“Why did you tell Riccardo to spread the word that I am yours?”I eventually say, as my brain has given up trying to figure out what he is attempting to accomplish by spreading those words throughout the villa.“You are mine, Farfalla. You are under my employment and I refuse to let you have any sexual relations with my men.” He utters as he removes the leather pouch from his breast pocket and holds it out for me. Out of the blue, a sharp, stabbing pain attacks my heart as he explains to me the true reason why he said those words to Riccardo.“I told you I wanted to help," I tell him, refusing to take back the pouch. "Look, I know
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress TWENTY- SEVEN.
I roll onto my side, stretching my aching limbs in the hope that they will gradually loosen up as I sit up in the plush hotel bed. As I yawn and cover my mouth with my palm, I look down to find little Savannah fast asleep beside me.Her curls envelop her heart-shaped face, her long, black lashes fan her rose-colored cheeks, and the faintest sound of her snoring resonates throughout the room.When I look at her, my heart is filled with love and everything in my life appears to be in order.She is the air I need to breathe to survive. Her heart is as pure as water, while her body possesses a gentle soul.An old soul. After we left the hospital last night, Don Valentino had Gio bring Savannah to the airport. We flew to Palmerston North. It was an hour-long flight, and it certainly beats the twelve-hour bus ride I had to take there and back just a few days ago. True to his word, the man sold me back my mother’s ring at no extra cost. In fact, he offered it back to me at a lower price t
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress TWENTY-EIGHT.
“I think it's best if you leave,” I say breathlessly, feeling flustered as I bend down to retrieve the fallen towel. I wrap it around my body, concealing myself from his wandering eyes that continue to openly feast upon me. He emits a loud exhalation through his nostrils while rubbing the pad of his thumb along his lower lip. “You are going to cause me a great deal of trouble aren't you, Farfalla.” His voice is hard, rough, and sensual at the same time. “Trust me, it's not intentional. But when you walk into a room unannounced. You are bound to get a glimpse of how heaven and hell appear in the human form.” I cast a glimpse of where Savannah continues to rest. “Maybe next time you should wait until you are greeted at the door.”Savannah slowly starts to stir, rolling from one side to the other as a soft groan departs her lips.“You're waking her,” I whisper. “I'll agree to let your little outburst slide if you leave now.” I do my best to negotiate with him, knowing I don't have a
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress TWENTY-NINE.
No…This can't be real. This isn't happening… “Yo…you're meant to be in prison.” I stutter as I stare down at my trembling hands. “Got out on good behaviour two months ago.” He whispers.He encircles my arm with his big callous hand. My body tenses up further, causing my muscles to scream out in pain.Derek starts to drag me down the right side of the room, turning down an abandoned corridor used for deliveries. He shoves me into the wall, slamming the side of my face against the hard, cold surface.“Pl.pl…please don’t!” I sob, “I.I. wo. won't tell anybody. I swear.” Pain spreads across my face as he uses his hand to push my head further into the wall. “Don't scream, or I'll snap your neck like a fucking twig. Do you hear me?” He hisses in my ear. I gulp, fear forbids my body from moving. Imprisoning me in its stillness. I am conscious of his presence, his heady breathing, and his growing cock that presses into me from behind. His hand snakes around my jaw, covering my mouth as
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress THIRTY.
The warm morning breeze caresses my trembling body as Riccardo steps outside with me still in his arms. The air smells fresher out here, and the sound of Don Valentinos’ voice soothes me as he speaks with Savannah. The screeching sound of the metal legs of the chair being dragged across the concrete ground sweeps through the outside dining area. “What happened?” He growls, taking me from Riccardos’ arms and into his own. “Capo, if my eyes haven’t deceived me, I believe she has been sexually assaulted.” His voice fades out. “What do you mean by sexually assaulted? We're in a damn hotel restaurant for fuck's sake!” The anger that runs through his livid body resonates with mine, sending a chill to sliver down my spine. “Where is he? You better fucking tell me you caught him, Riccardo, or your head will make a great trophy for my seat at The High Table.” His words are harsh, meshed with the emotion of a deadly promise based on grief. “I did, capo. I'm about to go and drag his body u
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress THIRTY-ONE.
I stand motionless for what seems like forever in front of the one man I have ever allowed to see me naked. Even though my body quivers with trauma, I brazenly allow his gaze to feast upon my body, which I despise admiring.This body has endured various horrors, but it has never let me down. She is unattractive, damaged, and strong.Nonetheless, I feel indebted to her for not failing me.I watch as his jaw ticks, his hands curl and uncurl at his sides, turning his knuckle’s a ghostly shade of white and his icy blue eyes don't look away.His facial expression is impassive, “I-” He starts and finishes at the same time.I dip my head, swaying on my feet as I emotionally and mentally start to feel drained. He lunges forward, “I've got you, amore mio.” He whispers roughly as he catches me with open arms. Lifting me into his arms, he removes a cotton dressing robe from the rack near the shower door and drapes it over my shivering body.“I vow that the bastardo will never hurt you or any
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