Chapter one. WestI clenched my teeth, keeping the forced smile on my face, as I wrapped my legs around the bastard's waist. His hands crept up my thigh, upwards to my belly.“You're so beautiful-” He paused.“Ria,” I said quickly. “My name is Ria. And I love how your hands feel on my body.” I leaned in, to his touch, letting his eyes rest on my cleavage. He stared at me hungrily, as I counted down the time, inwardly.How I wanted to snap the leering bastard's neck. But I couldn't.He was Enzo, the renowned cartel, after all. And I couldn't afford to make a mistake, else I'd be dead before I even knew it.“Suck my cock.” He grabbed my hair, forcefully, and I almost punched him on the face. In the dimly lit room, devoid of his usual bodyguards, he was vulnerable. To him, I was just a harmless young woman, he'd picked up at the bar. I could do whatever I wanted, and escape if I wanted to. But, I needed to get the documents first.Few weeks ago, we'd gotten information t

Chapter three. WestThe harmless-scaredy- look, wiped off my face, once the door shut close. I stared down at the thick black duvet, wondering why I'd done what I did.I hadn't been drunk last night. Inwardly praising myself for pulling off the plan of luring him in, by pretending to be in trouble, my breath had hitched, when I'd seen his face.In my twenty five years of life, I hadn't seen someone look so ruggedly handsome. His pale face held that strength to it, that couldn't be ignored. Even his voice commanded respect.Well, to get what I want, I had to give up something. And did I regret sleeping with him? Maybe. He was every inch a conceited fool.I clambered off the bed, and hurried to the bathroom. It was time to wash up, and take a look around the glass house.Italy was a beautiful place. When I'd arrived a fortnight ago, I'd been awed by how beautiful it looked. I hadn't rented a condo. Dante wasn't foolish, and although I knew he'd looked into my background

Chapter five. Dante“Are you on pills?” The question was out, before I could stop myself. And as expected, she had a weird look on her face, as she turned to look at me.“What? You were the one who took advantage of me, last night. Yet, you're worried about getting me pregnant?” A constipated look masked her pretty face.“I have my reputation to protect.” I halted abruptly, and she almost ran into me.She didn't say another word, and instead followed me, as I led her to my office.Luca was comfortably seated on the sofa, his legs crossed, as he worked on his laptop. He placed it down when he saw me. “Zio.” He winked, and was about to continue, when his gaze overlooked my shoulder and he stopped.“Is an apartment ready?” I asked, as I made my way to my chair. The wing of my Dimora, where my office was located, was my most favorite part. It directly overlooked the vineyard, and it was a habit of mine to sip wine, during the evenings while I stared at the scenery. And that was if I was

Chapter seven DanteI twirled the glass of wine absentmindedly, glancing at the door at intervals. I was seated at the balcony of my office, granting me a direct view of the vineyard. Throwing my head back and closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply.Something else I loved, other than torturing others? That'd be the smell of the vineyard. The soil and everything, it was therapeutic enough to calm my rotten soul.“When you said your office, I thought you were about to berate me, or something. I didn't expect quite a scenario.” She chuckled, as she came over.I looked over my shoulder, and my eyes darkened. Her milky skin was barely covered by the flimsy material she was putting on. The outline of her breasts, and nipple left nothing to the imagination. I'd loved how they felt in my hands the night I fucked her.But maybe I shouldn't have-“Dante?” She called out, and I turned my head slowly.“Yeah?” “I was asking if I could sit.” She gestured at the vacant comfy chair, besi

Chapter nine Dante“Again?!” I barked, slamming my hands on the table. Luca was seated on the sofa, right in front of me. The worry on his face mirrored mine. “Who do you think did it, this time? Alexandro?” He asked, running his hands through his hair.“He can't be stupid enough to try it.” I shook my head.“We can't tell. No one expected him to sink it, the first time.” Luca argued.“But-” I turned my head slowly towards him. “The ship was top secret. How did he find out?” There was only one way. Realization shone in Luca's eyes, when he looked at me again. “Cristo, it better not be.”“God help whoever the mole is.” I was certain there was someone within my men, who was working against me. That same person would have informed the culprit.“You're losing focus these days, Dante.” Luca remarked, as he lit a cigar.“What do you mean?” Not in the best of moods, the last thing I wanted to hear was to be termed incompetent, by my younger brother.“The new girl. You're