Pov: AndreI had been driving around the streets of Chicago like a mad man because my stepsister had decided to go missing again and was refusing to pick her damn calls.I swear to fucking God, when I find her, I will handcuff her to a headboard and never let her out of my sight.Rain pattered down on the windshield of my car, making it harder to see tonight.My phone buzzed and I pressed a button on my earpiece, hoping to God that it was news about Bianca. I had every man within a five mile radius looking for her."Boss.""This better be good news." I growled at Alfonso, my tone cold and dark as fuck, fed up with his inability to get his fucking job done.I used to trust him with my life. He had proven his loyalty and dedication to me time and time again and it was the only reason I trusted him to look after Bianca. But these days, he's fuckups have been nothing short of monumental.I hated to have to relieve him of his duty, because the only way to go about that was a bullet through
Pov: BiancaMy blanket was uncharacteristically heavy... And my room was uncharacteristically hot. I was sweating profusely and I struggled to breath under my heavier than normal blanket.My head was throbbing lightly and my breath smelled funny. No, it smelled horrible. Last night remained a blur and I couldn't feel my legs. 'It's okay, baby. I'm here. I'm not leaving. Breathe.' I remembered that voice from last night. An achingly familiar voice that seemed to have brought me so much peace.Arching my back, I twisted on the bed, stretching a bit and sighing in contentment as the kinks in my joints straightened out.My blanket tightened itself around me and when I tried to struggle out of it, I heard a masculine groan of protest.I froze. Ice water trickling down my spine.That voice sounded familiar but the slight throbbing in my head made it impossible to make the connection. I twisted on the bed, ever so slightly, until I was staring at the naked chest of a man.Bile rose up my thr
Pov: AndreBianca clanging pots and pans together in the kitchen, in the name of cooking. Bianca singing off key, happily in the kitchen. Bianca dancing around in the kitchen as she made her awful breakfast.It was a pretty domestic scene and it felt completely normal waking up to seeing her like that. It just felt so right and she had offered me breakfast like it was something she had always done, fitting so easily into a role I was giving her in my head.There was a warm, pleasant feeling bursting in my chest at the sight of her so free and so happy. It made me want to store these moments in a bottle to keep forever. It made me want to kidnap her and keep her in my home so that she spends these moments only with me. She was back to her confident, bubbly self, so different from last night when she had been a hollow echo of her real self.It still troubled me how quick she had been to make a switch and sweep everything from last night under the carpet. I wanted to probe, I wanted to k
Pov: Andre"I'm not done with you yet," I growled, unbuckling my belt.She turned around and looked at me with a beautiful, spent, lustful expression, her shaky hands going to my belt buckle. I pushed her hand away impatiently and grabbed her waist, lifting her up and setting her on the countertop, spreading her thighs wide so that she was splayed in front of me like my own personal feast.I pulled her to the edge and stepped between her legs.Her gaze caught mine for one breathless second and we held each other's gazes as I took my aching cock out. Grabbing her ankle with one hand and the base of my erection with the other, I roughly surged into her, stars exploding in front of my eyes as she took me to the hilt until I was lodged deeply inside of her.She gasped. A tortured moan rumbled in her throat and she wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs going to wrap around my waist, holding me tight for one intense second and locking me in place."Go easy on me, Andre," she whispered,
Pov: Andre"Lacerations along his thigh, doused in acid, preserved with formalin, mutilated dick, dumped in the same alley you found your mother." Leon sighed, standing up from inspecting the mutilated body. "Either the Polish did their homework, or the Taiwanese are back.""Or they're both working together," I said, letting out a breath.Leon shrugged. "We rounded up some Taiwanese that settled back after you were done with the Triads. They've been peacefully coexisting with us until now. Do you want to do the questioning or should I do it?"My lungs burned. I clenched my fist. It was a personal law of mine to do what it takes to not bring women, kids or innocents into the mix... But when it came to the Taiwanese, my moral screws went loose.Roger's body hit too close to home and conjured up a memory I had tried so hard to bury deep within me.My hands clenched harder, fingers drawing blood. If I saw any Taiwanese at the moment, I will fucking incinerate them in a furnace."I'll que
Pov: Bianca"Bia!"I turned around at the sound of Justin's voice with a giddy smile on my lips but when I saw him hobble over to me, barely hanging on to his crutches, the smile fell from my face and an alarmed, concerned expression took its place as I stared at his bruised and beaten form."Justin-" I whispered and ran to meet him the rest of the way but the words died at my throat when I was finally upon him and I saw that he was sporting a black eye. His face was swollen and purple to the point that he looked like an eggplant. And he seemed to be in tremendous pain, wincing with every step he took."Hey, what happened to you?" I whispered. "Shouldn't you be in the hospital.""I... I-" he wheezed. "I needed to see you... To deliver a message." He exploded into a coughing fit and when he finally stopped, he continued. "He'd kill me if I don't."I paled, "wha- what are you talking about?""I can't see you anymore.""What?!" I asked, more confused than shocked.He started coughing aga
Pov: BiancaThe music had stopped and it seemed like everyone was having a front row seat at the altercation and my humiliation."Run." He growled, cold anger permeating the air so heavily, it skitted down my spine and I tasted animosity on my tongue. "And don't stop running, or so help me God, I will put a bullet through your spine."The man scrambled up to his feet and scurried away.With a nod of his chin, the music started again and everyone went back to what it was they were doing before. As if Andre had not just threatened to murder someone for dancing with me."Have you lost your fucking mind?" I yelled at him, shoving his chest, fed up with his hot cold way of treating me.He didn't even move. I could very well have just tried to move a brick wall."I'd be careful if I were you, Bianca," he said, his voice quiet and scorching cold.The expression in his eyes was so deadly and dark, it would make a lesser man fold and heel but I clenched my teeth and stared him down with a glar
Pov: Bianca"Fuck, baby. Don't go."My chest racked with the sob trying to break free and before I knew it, I was trembling in his arms, losing my composure.He hugged me close, burying his face in the crook of my neck, his hands rubbing my arms in a bid to comfort me."Tesoro," he whispered, kissing the sensitive spot where my shoulder met my neck, his accent wrapping around the word like fine silk. "Amore mio."Sweetheart. My love. Butterflies exploded in my stomach, flapping their restless wings around in my gut.Turning around, I looked at him, and for the first time, it felt like I was finally seeing him with his guards down.I didn't even know that treacherous tears were streaming down my face until he started kissing the tears away, murmuring sweetly how he never wants to see me cry. How he hated to see me hurt.His lips found their way to mine and when we connected, there was a rush in my head similar to the euphoria you would get from getting your first hit. The world went q