"What the fuck is this, Marcia!" He yelled at the top of his voice, right after he moved out of the way. Just one nano second of escape had saved his life. A bullet hole was left on the door as a memory of her irrational impulse. Her gun clattered to the floor and she sighed in relief. Giovanni hadn't been shot. He was fine. Not even a bruise or a graze. Her door had taken the hit. As he walked into the room, he looked around her room, taking in the mess she had made. Irregular shaped shards of glass lay littered on the floor and the strong smell of ale wafted into his nose. Her room was neatly arranged but the mess she made meant that something had gone wrong and when he looked up at her, he realised she was drunk to stupor. She looked like a mess. A very beautiful mess. Her hair was everywhere. In her face, her mouth, her dress and her fingers held onto a stick of cigarette. She was wearing a summer dress, one that accentuated her figure and made her skin sallow. Fuschia wasn
As his lips glided over hers, all she could see were the dead bodies she had dropped since she stepped foot into America. The man from the alleyway who had tried to attack her on her drunken night back home. She remembered grabbing a bottle of beer off the ground and crashing it on the side of his head, blood spilling from the side of his head before she drove the jagged edges into his jugulars, watching as he bled out on the ground to death. Or how she had to slit the throat of a man she had been sent on a mission to rob? He had tried overpowering her and taking her right in front of the clubbers and while they all laughed at the top of their voices, she had to squirm her way from underneath his body before snatching her purse and spraying her pepper spray into his eyes. And in his confused moments, the sound of her gunshot had rang out throughout the club, causing the music to end abruptly as people screamed and exited the club in deep frenzy. She watched him bleed out, pressing h
Chaos. That was who she was. Giovanni could see a fragment of her soul. She bared a tiny part of her to him and he didn't know how to deal with that part. She was intensely overwhelming, rocking him off his feet and nearly throwing him to the ground. He peppered kisses down her now naked body. Her palms flattened against his now shirtless body and she traced the crevices of his skin, taking in his perfectly sculpted muscles. His body looked like it had been carved on mountain Olympus by Zeus and thrown down to earth in the likeness of a human. Serafina leaned up towards him, staring with droopy eyes as she watched him kiss her, his hair softly caressing her skin. His back spanned across her body. She pressed her hand into his back, rubbing softly around the large expanse of him until they stopped on the small of his back where his back narrowed into his beautiful waistline. She fell back into the bed with the image of his broad back in her head. He was beautiful. So beautiful. A
Life was good, right in this moment. Giovanni had a beautiful woman in his arm, not just any beautiful woman. The woman he'd always wanted for a long time. Her long, smooth, toned leg was thrown over his, her breathing smooth as she slept on. They had sex. Good sex. Mind blowing sex. One he hadn't wanted to end. He should have listened to Geraldo and stayed away from her but now, he was pretty much unable to resist her. Whatever the consequences were, be damned. He didn't want to leave this bed. It was almost midnight and he had a meeting to attend with his most important members but he remained here, put his phone on silent and hoped a few callers didn't override his do not disturb mode. He continued to stroke her hair as he stared up at the ceiling with a smile on his face. She moved slightly in his arms, moaning softly as she turned over in his arms so her bare buttocks pushed at him. He groaned softly, taking in her glorious, voluptuous sight. He couldn't resist h
As soon as he left, Serafina crumpled to the ground, tears filling her eyes before she picked her naked body and walked back into her room. She wanted him to stay. She wanted him to make her believe that this thing they had wasn't just a fling. "Fuck!" She screamed, pulling out a large brown box she kept under her closet. Slipping to the floor, she unlocked the latch, pulled it open and took a good look at the items she had stolen from every of her operations. Wrist watches, gold and silver bracelets, diamond rings and studs. Hell, she'd stolen a cufflink made out of pure gold and a sapphire embedded piece of silver jewelry. Phones and hairpins and expensive lighters and cigarettes which she hasn't touched since she stole them. They were of no use to her. So she pushed to her feet, turned up the music, Anna Leone's Wandered Away, playing from the speakers. She closed her eyes and waltzed out of the room. Oh, she was sad. She was feeling blue and melancholic but a ne
Giovanni stood by the large columns that lined the entrance of the hall behind him. This was where the fundraiser was being held and Serafina was to arrive in less than ten minutes. He'd switched off his first phone, as it kept buzzing with text messages from his mother and Cenzia, two people he didn't want to talk to at all. Geraldo had texted that she was on her way. It was something he'd have easily done if he wasn't so bad at avoiding her each time they got intimate. It was starting to become a terrible habit and he was afraid that this was going to mess a whole lot of things up between them. But maybe it was for the best. He caught sight of his BMW M3 coupe driving towards the hall. It cruised to a halt and his driver rushed out of the car towards the back door, pulling it open. He saw her feet first before anything else. She was wearing a black pair of heels and her smooth legs followed right after before her body peeled perfectly out of the car. Fuck
"Cecilia, don't tell me you spoke with him on the phone again after I asked that this ended?" Giovanni had just returned from hanging out with his friends. He was back for Christmas holiday and had decided to hang out with his old highschool friends before they returned to college. He stopped by the door when the voice of his parents floated towards him "I did." Came Cecilia's voice. She didn't sound remorseful. Giovanni knew why they were having this argument even before they got into the details of it. "We have a son, Cecilia!" Diego growled, his voice trembling as he tried to control his anger. "If you don't have respect for me, you should fucking respect him! Why do you do this? Is it something that has to do with me? If you want me to improve, I can try my best. Stop going after his friends. It's disrespectful! Do you know the trauma he will face when he finally finds out that his mother has been shagging his friends?!" Giovanni decided that he was done
Giovanni could barely block her blows as she had come onto him suddenly. His back was against the door and she kept throwing punches, hitting his arm as he tried to prevent her from getting him injured.. Finally, he caught an opening in her core and sent a punch flying into her belly. She grunted painfully and flew over to the side, crashing into the vase. It fell to the ground and broke into large pieces and she picked herself up right before he caught her by the arm and pinned her against the wall. "Calm the fuck down!" She struggled against him, her eyes filled with hate. "Don't tell me to calm the fuck down, you bastard! You brought my dead parents into this and I won't ever forgive you." "I don't need your forgiveness, Marcia," Giovanni shook his head. "Get that? If you don't want to forgive me, that's fine. But you must stop this madness. I'll walk away from your house right now. Don't throw another fucking punch at me or I'll make life miserable for you." "Miserable?" She