Author POV "How did you find out?" Zayne clenched his fists against his side. "Happened that today I was ready to kill; didn't take his soldier time to start talking, but that was the only thing he was saying, nothing else," Matteo answered me. "Why do I feel like you are hiding something?" Zayne's jaws were beginning to work up. Matteo knew how much he hated being kept in the dark. Matteo noticed the tone immediately: "Are you done with her?" Zayne turned to the boutique to see her and Nora coming out of it with countless bags in their hands; she was now in jean trousers and a white shirt, one of the clothes she had chosen. "Yeah, we are; I'll be there in an hour," He felt her behind him. ******** "I'll be there in an hour," she heard him say, and she stopped, standing behind him, wondering whom he was talking to, and with the tension on his shoulders, she wasn't so sure it was good. He turned to look at her, sizing her up, and that got her mesmerized by how his eyes changed
She felt like throwing up looking at a face hell-bent on destroying her; even without knowing her secret, she wondered what would happen now that he knew who she was."For someone who lies so much, you really have a way of showing your feelings on that face." Matteo dug his hands into his pocket. "You dance very well too; your father had to hide the fact that he had another daughter."That was his only restraint from pulling her by the hair—a cartel in the manor, who the hell ever heard of that?"What's your aim, Gia? Why are you here, all around the Don?"She shook her head in fear as it began to eat up her voice box. "It's not what you think, I swear to you...""Your father stooped so low sending his last daughter....""No, my father didn't send me," another of these damn tears was pouring from her face, "my father is dead.""More lies?""No damnit!" Sobbing profusely, what did she have to lose? Capo Bastone already knew that in a few minutes Zayne would be walking through that door
I fitted the ring on my finger, watching it glitter as the sun from the window brushed against it. It was pretty, but it was an engagement ring, and it was getting me confused.That stone on it was worth enough to get me out of Rome and live life to the fullest for a whole year, and it felt so heavy on my finger.but not as heavy as the thoughts in my head."So you're saying I'll have to pretend I'm Don's fiancee because..."Capo Bastone groaned, dragging one hand through his hair. "I can't believe we're going over this again. Now listen here. I won't be explaining myself again."I nodded, wondering why Don hadn't come himself; instead, he had sent his friend or assistant. And even though this would be the third time he's explained it to me, I just couldn't wrap my head around it."Zayne decided not to leave you here. He's taking you to Calabria for a family gathering, which outsiders do not partake in." He crossed his arms. "Now there are a few tips I'll give you so you can survive in
GianaEven the prime minister who stood by didn't look as angry as the one with the gray pupils. He had a fiery expression, and I was beginning to fear he was going to whisk me out of Zayne's hand."Zayne "I fucking asked a question here!""Milo," their mother held his shoulder, "There has to be a reason."It was taking a whole lot of strength not to make a run for the car I had just left, locking myself up in the booth and staying there until the celebration was over.The woman, who surprisingly was successful in calming Milo down, turned to face Zayne, who seemed to be staring at his brother in amusement like he wasn't just about to be jumped on."Zayne, you knew Nico was going to be in the manor; why did you bring her?" She was close to him now, and even with that gentle voice, there was a little anger in her eyes.Zayne's hand was on my lower back now, drawing close to me, then he held my left hand and raised it so she could see the ring on my finger.I felt guilty seeing how fast
Matteo stood in front of the door, gazing at the knob, knowing he had to go into the room eventually, but it felt easier to stall time. He knew this door separated him from his father. He sighed. He wasn't a kid anymore; he was a man who could make his own decisions. He turned the knob and pushed open the door. His mom was alone in the room, and when she saw him, she smiled so brightly that Matteo was beginning to wonder if those white teeth didn't ache. "Matteo," she stood up from the bed and hugged him, sniffing into his shirt while he wrapped his hands firmly around her shoulders. Oh, God, did he miss her, this woman who was the basis of his existence and who supported his choices? She pulled back, "Maya, say you tell her you not come?" He smiled, Hell yeah, this was it, her grammar mixed with that sweet voice that followed him around as he grew; she would have easily taken classes, but she shook her head on all of it. His father had joked about it, saying if that was repaired
Gia's POVDear God, I didn't know what I was doing in his arms, with his palms on my lower back, pushing me and edging me on, but at least I knew where he spent the night, with his breath and tongue-tasting liquor.It had to be what was getting me intoxicated and making me forget everything and everyone; this was no ordinary pull.And it didn't feel like pretend anymore, at least to me."Bro, end this; you're in public," I heard Milo laugh."Milo, let them be." It was Maya this time, and she didn't sound offended at all; rather, she sounded joyful.His hands were curling around my throat now, and it was suddenly too much. I had to break it, even though he sighed in dissatisfaction.Staring into his face and still feeling his confusion, we suddenly heard loud stomping, like someone was leaving the room in anger.Oh, sweet Alexa! I smiled within me, for I was no quiet one when it came to letting people know their place.He laughed and whispered, "I see what you did there."I blinked inn
He kissed my chin and my cheeks, his breath all over my face, and all I did were shut my eyes, enjoying the sensation knowing it was forbidden but then it felt so good.He kissed my lips this time as if savoring its bottom, his hands moving up my thighs and up to my abdomen, then he filled them with my tits, cupping them through the dress I was wearing.My head and my breath were heavy and flawed as if I had just run a marathon, and when he gnawed on my neck and chin, sucking on so hard that I knew I was going to get a hickey,He was marking me and touching every inch of me.I moaned.His hand slowly slipped the thin strap from my shoulders, and seeing that they didn't budge, he suddenly ripped them apart, and I gasped, stiffening knowing I was bare upwards.He flattened his hand on my abdomen, smoky eyes drinking me up, on his feet now, hands flat on the bed, caging me between them and watching my every reaction, I blushed and turned away."No," he placed a hand on my chin, caring wi
Matteo had his hand on his hips, was staring at his feet, and was biting his lower lips because the tension in the room wasn't something he wanted to come to terms with.Zayne, on the other hand, had his eyes on Milo, for at that moment when his brother's pupils were extracted just that way, somebody was about to die, and he had a clue who it was.Milo walked into the kitchen, going straight for the knife rack, from which he pulled one out, and began to head for the exit.An alarm slashed through Zayne and Matteo."Matteo quick!"And in a swift second, they were jumping over the tiled counter. Zayne knocked Milo to the ground while Matteo tried to snatch the handle of the knife.But Milo waved the knife so dangerously, slashing into Zayne's arm."Jesus Christ!"Milo had the strength, especially when he got as angry as this, and it felt like with each second that passed he was gathering it. Though Zayne was on him and they rolled together down the hallway, the fucker still held the kni