“When they’re fed with these beliefs, it’s our duty to cut them some slack. We must tell them it’s okay to be who they are. That is all they need. It’s a need, not an expectation,” I ended with a sigh. “I was so tired of him telling me what to do and whatnot that I lost it,” Lys reasoned. “I know.
LUCIANO I watched as Rose disappeared into the crowd and then ran a hand through my hair. This was bad. What I had done was fucking bad. My nerves had gone on fire when she had called me a coward. She should have known better than to do it. I whipped around, only to come across Lys standing with h
I nodded. “I’ll check around once more.” I did not care what I had to do to get her back, but I would have done it, even if it meant dragging her ass halfway back from New York. My nerves jittered as I searched the entire premises and returned to the foyer. Lys hurried back from the beach and said
“I’m here because I want to be.” She nodded. “You’re here for yourself and you can leave for yourself.” Cara let me return to my room before letting Luciano and Lys know I was back. Cara was right. I had lost the reason I was here. Was it just because I liked the sex and the desire that Luciano of
ROSALINE I took out the best swimsuit I had brought along and put it on. The padded bikini top made my breasts look fuller and the high waist bottom accentuated my waist. I had never had the chance to wear it back in New York with dozens of Cosa Nostra men ogling at me, but here I could be myself,
“Your brother is the only one engaged to be married.” Her eyes widened, and she shifted toward me. “So, you’re not ?” Seeing me shake my head, she squealed, “I’m rooting for you and my brother. I sincerely believe you both look amazing together.” “Hold up,” I said, chuckling. “Don’t get your hopes
Again… what after Luciano? *** LUCIANO I was signing the papers for our alliance with the Callahans when my phone rang. A bartender from the local pub had said that my brother had gone unconscious at the bar. It was surprising, given the timing. Pietro was never a day drinker and he had never bee
LUCIANO When I came back, the cottage was empty, but then I noticed the flame flickering on the beach and the faint sounds of laughter. Lys had done it again—a party in my absence; despite knowing how much I disliked the few of the men she called friends in Maine. I had never assessed a curfew for