Authors POVHe has seen those eyes before; he could swear on it. Soft blue, the color of a calm sea, they watched his every mood change, fearful and stunned. Behind that fear was calculation.Or maybe he was just overthinking it. the Mafia's security forces having him suspect every damn thing, including a girl in a white towel who had lost her memory.He pushed back, his right-hand flexing when he raked his fingers through his hair. "Trust me, Contessa," he said, shaking his head slowly as if regretfully, "You aren't my type. You shouldn't fear.He saw a little anger in her eyes, and when he turned his hard gaze on hers, she immediately melted.He pointed to the bed and said, "Do not wear whatever that is outside of your room; there are men out here. It won't be my fault if they don't control themselves."The blood was working its way around her body again."And Contessa?' He turned, saying, "No more words about you leaving the manor. The search for who your parents are has already sta
She ran into the room, shutting the door behind her. She searched the lock, turning in the keys, then moving backward as if the door were one big monster she didn't want to touch.Except that it was going to bring in a monster in a few minutes.What was he doing to the man? Had he told Don he caught her trying to break through the padlocks, would he come for her after he was done with her assaulter?If she'd known, she wouldn't have fought; she would have stayed and gotten it done, then gone back as if nothing had happened.She made the mistake of looking out the window again, blinking when she saw two other soldiers holding a wounded man in between them, seeing Don behind them, watching with the same rage on his face. Gia pulled back.Her heartbeat was thudding loudly against her ears, and she clutched her chest to keep it calm.A furious knock on her door had her straightening in a heartbeat. There was no way he was in front of her door in just how many seconds?"Contessa," the cool
Zayne's POV.I wasn't supposed to be here, driving her downtown to get new outfits, but then here we were, and she had her face out the window, her Auburn splashing in all directions. Good thing I had my glasses on, for right now I was being a creep.She smiled at me, and though I didn't smile back, I had this tug in my chest; it felt like I was dripping down like goo.She was a whole lot more character than she was the night before, though I hadn't told her anything because she didn't remember anything that went on.I wonder how mad she'd go if I told her she had asked me if I'd kiss her.The lust was a mutual thing, then. The liquor had helped her spill, and getting her drunk again had its appeal. Too bad. I made that bet.I looked toward her again, and this time she had her hands out of the window, her eyes closed, loving the feel of the breeze on her fingers.She looked shocked when I told her we were going to get her clothes, and even more shocked when I borrowed her one of my po
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