Thirty-seven: Audrina Bianchi The night of my birthday had been one of the best nights of my life and one of the worst. I had walked away from the people I had called family. And then the boy that I was in love with had told me that he was going to marry me. All we had to do was get Giuseppe to agree then we could go to Vegas and get married. Andre wouldn’t ever be able to touch me ever again. Augusta knew the truth about me, and Daniela would know soon. I would have an aunt. I would have a sister. When I woke up in the morning, I expected that I would find Luca there. That we would fly off to Vegas and get married quickly. Then I could move in with the Capaldi’s and I would never have to worry about the Barretta’s or Andre Antonov ever again. Except when I woke up in Luca’s bed, I went to reach for him and he was gone. Frowning, I got up and I grabbed my cell phone from the night stand. There was no text telling me where Luca had gone. There was, however, one from Andre. I con

Thirty-nine Audrina Bianchi You know those days where everything is going right for a change? And you have that moment where you are so, blissfully happy that you can’t even remember all of it because it seems like a dream? That’s what my wedding was like to Luca. We were both young. And it was impromptu. And it was at one of those quickie wedding chapel places. And there was definitely an Elvis impersonator serenading us. But I didn’t care. Giuseppe got us a luxury suite at one of the hotels on the strip. And Luca carried me across the threshold of the hotel room bridal style. I laughed as he put me down then he closed the door behind him. “This is it,” he said, “you and me, forever, Beauty Queen.” I smirked. “You know Beauty Queen was never the correct term, right? That’s for girls who do pageants. I’m a Super Model. Totally different thing.” “You’re a beauty, and you’re my Queen.” He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and pulled me into a kiss. “Ergo, Beauty Queen?”

EPILOGUE Audrina Capaldi “You are going to kill me.” This came from Luca, whose cock I was currently riding. I let out a laugh and then, before I knew what was happening, I found myself pulled off him and pinned by Luca’s strong arms. I let out a laugh. “I can’t kill you. I like the way that you fuck me too much.” Luca grinned wickedly. “I suppose that’s good to know.” “You know I think that we made a baby that time.” He reached out and grabbed my breast in his hand, playing with my nipple in between his fingers, hard enough that I cried out. “I think so too.” He was cupping my pussy now. “I like feeling how wet I’ve made you. I like knowing that I’ve made you a drippy, little mess. Do you like it when I make you feel this way?” he stroked my clit, and my whole body tensed from the touch as I cried out again. Even the simplest of movements that he made could make me lose control. I could only manage to whine in response as he was rubbing in between my folds. Luca chuckl

TWO Domitus Capaldi Past The first time I saw Lauren Gallo, she was wearing a blue velvet skating outfit, trimmed with fur. With each spin and jump, her little skirt went up, revealing her perfect, pale legs. I imagined my head in between those thighs, devouring her pussy, and making her scream my name and my cock goes hard at the thought. Dad had invested in the old ice-skating rink since my brother’s loved hockey, and he thought he could turn a profit from it. Me, I had never really been interested in sports. I worked out in the gym, and boxed for self-defense, but that was it. I was the heir to the New York branch of Capaldi Industries. My father wanted me to take over for him when he died. I didn’t have time to do anything outside of work for my father. I did everything my father asked of me. Never asking anything for myself. But when I saw Lauren Gallo, I wanted her. She had brown hair, and brown eyes, and a round face with full lips. She was tiny, and her breasts were

FOUR Domitus Capaldi Present “Hey, you’re late.” This comes from my younger brother Felix, which is a surprise to me. Felix normally doesn’t care about anything. He’s twenty-three, a year younger than me, and barely shows up to work half of the time. The title he has is mostly for looks anyway. Felix is almost as tall as me, with black hair that’s slicked back with too much gel, and as many tattoos as I have. In reality, Felix runs most of the family clubs. And by run, I mean, frequents them on a regular basis and pretends to be doing work. “Why do you care?” I ask. “I’m never late. The only reason I was late this morning was because of the traffic.” “Um, well…” “Well, what?” “Well, your new secretary has been hired.” “Good. Shelia’s on bed rest now and it’s been hell using temps. Who did HR hire?” Felix made a face. I sigh. “Just tell me, Felix. I don’t want to play games. If it’s someone I hate, I can just fire them. Remember, I am the head of the New York branch o