Ten years before   Nadia's POV   “Come on darling, make a wish,” Daddy said, with a big smile on his face. The light from the candle that was carefully placed on the cake sparkled through his eyes. He was so excited to have made it home in time before I slept, even though he came late from the factory where he earned his minimum wage. “Can we just wrap this up, she needs her beauty sleep,” Mum said, yawning tiredly. My little brother who was five months old at that time was stressing her out, he feeds every thirty minutes interval. But dad wanted to

Lorenzo's POV I came back home and went straight to my room. I was angry and out of place. I can't believe she passed out after eating the chocolate I gave her. why would a stripper want to drug her? Well, technically that would have made my initial job of wanting to kill her very easy but I couldn't fucking bring myself to do it. She is so young. She is a fucking Russian, I can't be all soft around her, I'm so sure she would kill me at the slightest chance she gets. What the fuck is wrong with me I was about to take off my clothes when I heard a knock on the door, my gaze immediately shifted to the door as I listened to the pattern of the sound again. The sound came again, and I immediately knew who the person wants to speak with. "Come in," I said. The door opened Vicenzo came in

Nadia's POV I groaned loudly when I heard the stupid alarm go off. With my eyes still shut tight, I googled my brain for some sort of reason why an alarm clock is pissing me off early in the morning, I can't seem to remember owning an alarm clock. You are not home Nadia Oh, snap! I slowly opened my eyes, thankful for the fact that I wasn't killed in my sleep, as scenes from the previous day flooded through my mind. My feet were still partially bruised and aching badly from the stupid heels I wore yesterday. I waited for loud noises of hungry men, or hasty movements of maids, but I heard nothing. Instead, there was this serene calmness everywhere. This was a big relief, in my ten years of staying and training with the Russian mafias, I can't seem to remember waking up to a noiseless house. I blinked my eyes repeatedly and took in br

Vicenzo's POV I pulled her hand across the house while also ensuring that my grip on her isn't too tight, so she doesn't get hurt.  I could feel her reluctance in following me but she dares not take her hand away from mine. I will never forgive myself should anything happen to her, as she is the only piece of sanity I have left in my fucking black wretched soul. She is too trusting and thinks everyone has a kind and open heart like hers. Only if she knows what her new best friend was capable of. “Where are we going to,” she asked after  I took her out of the main building and we were headed for the woods. Her voice was laced with lots of heavy breathing as she had to take faster steps to measure up my long strands. I stopped after some time so she can catch her breath. I can't believe he is asking scarlet to become a spy to a well-trained mafia widow. “Let's go,” I said, after some seconds walking way ahead of

Nadia's POV  I don't know how scarlet managed to get me to agree to go with her on this shopping shit, but here I am seated glued to a spot in one of the world's most luxurious cars. Aside from the fact that I currently own a zero dollar to my name, I have been saddled with the unpleasant reality of been in the same car with the dude I almost crashed his dick a few hours earlier. Scarlet and Vicenzo are in a separate car behind us. If someone had given me a headstart about the seating arrangement, I would have outrightly refused to go on this trip. I can feel his eyes poking my skin behind those thick dark sunglasses he is putting on. I had earlier unconsciously stopped in my trackswhen I saw him walking out of the mansion to join us in the car.  I have never seen anyone look so damn good in an all-black suit, that seems to perfectly fit his body and not in any way hiding his well-toned abs. The dude is too cute for h