Large wrought iron gates were pulled open and Giovanni's skeel jaguar drove in, rounding the fountain that sat in the middle of the yard before cruising to a halt in the parking lot. He killed the engine of his car, stepping out and sighing as soft breeze kissed his skin. It felt good to be back home with a woman waiting to be fucked by him. It was what he lived for right now; a way to finally get her off his mind. Cenzia was waiting by the door when he climbed the porch steps. A short silk dress that barely covered her thighs swished against her slender body as she leaned away from the door with a smirk. Her lip was smeared with gloss and she had two flutes of champagne in her hand. Walking over to him, she stopped, handed one over before wrapping her arms around his lithe body. "Oh, I miss you." She cooed, pressing her wet lips on his shirt and inhaling his scent. "You smell edible, as usual. I almost forgot how perfect you are, Hudson." Giovanni pulled slightly
"It's really cold here." Serafina muttered as she crossed over to the southern side of the room where a floor to ceiling window sprawled out, showing off the city and its environs. Her hips swayed as she moved. Harvey's eyes followed her movements, shifting from the corner where he stood drinking from a tin. "That's only going to be for a short while, baby. In no time, we both will be hot enough to warm this place up." Serafina grimaced but she concealed her expression right before she placed her purse on the mantelpiece close to her. The suite was large. Really large. It could contain over twenty people if possible and the decorations were top notch. Not too modern. Classic. Extremely luxurious with paintings, gilded mirrors and door handles. Basically every metal piece here was coated in gold or platinum. A king size bed, neatly made, stood on the eastern part of the room with pristine white sheets and cotton grey covers. But the man standing right before her
Serafina leaned against the wall, one arm folded over the other as she counted down from thirty seconds. It felt like thirty minutes and she was starting to become paranoid. She knew fully well that Harvey's bouncers weren't going to disturb in hours and Harvey wasn't going to be awake until tomorrow but she was still afraid. This was her first time doing this and she already made up her mind to confront Giovanni about it after tonight if she got out alive. She wasn't built for taking this type of risk. Just then, her phone chimed with a message again. Downstairs. Someone is waiting. She immediately pulled away from the wall and grabbed the briefcase, peering down to see a man dressed in a jumpsuit as the first message has described. He waved at her and gestured for her to throw it down and she did, watching as he followed after it until he caught it in his hands and reeled backwards. "Hey!" She called after him. "How the hell am I supposed to get out
Serafina leaned against the wall, one arm folded over the other as she counted down from thirty seconds. It felt like thirty minutes and she was starting to become paranoid. She knew fully well that Harvey's bouncers weren't going to disturb in hours and Harvey wasn't going to be awake until tomorrow but she was still afraid. This was her first time doing this and she already made up her mind to confront Giovanni about it after tonight if she got out alive. She wasn't built for taking this type of risk. Just then, her phone chimed with a message again. Downstairs. Someone is waiting. She immediately pulled away from the wall and grabbed the briefcase, peering down to see a man dressed in a jumpsuit as the first message has described. He waved at her and gestured for her to throw it down and she did, watching as he followed after it until he caught it in his hands and reeled backwards. "Hey!" She called after him. "How the hell am I supposed to get out
Serafina woke up to her phone ringing loudly. At first, she pulled her pillow and covered it over her head, wondering if she had been sleep walking— a very rare occurrence —when she set the fucking alarm. She rarely had alarms waking her up because she worked only at night. That was when it hit her. Her eyes flew open and she flung the pillow over to the other side before scooting over and snatching her phone off the bedside table. An unknown number. She stared at it for a long time until the call ended. Seconds later, the call returned again and she swiped the screen to pick it. "This is Serafina speaking." "Hey, beautiful," She recognised the voice immediately and her lips spread into a smile as she leaned back into the bed. "This is Xavier but I am sure you already recognised my voice from the moment I spoke." "I did." She laughed. "It's so early. Why are you calling though?" "You're too straightforward. If I didn't know you, I wouldn't have taken offence that you asked
"What do you think about this place?" Xavier said right after they walked into The Lincoln Center Italian Dining. "This is my first time in an intercontinental restaurant, Xavier," Serafina said right after she walked into the restaurant. "The air was serene, coated with the crispy smell of tortilla bread and cheese infused pastas. She closed her eyes as the scent of hot sauce wafted into her nose. She was definitely going to love this place. "But I love it already." "Yeah, I knew you would the moment you walked right in," He chuckled behind her and led her to one of the tables, his hand resting on the small of her lower back. She slid right before he did the same and drew close to her. She could feel the heat of his clean breath against her cheek. He was definitely coming onto her harder than ever. She wanted this too so she slipped her hand onto his thigh. "Now, why are you drawing this close to me?" "I don't think we need to voice out our answers, do we? Our a
"I'll see you tomorrow night?" Xavier asked as he slipped into his draws. Serafina lay on the bed, half of the sheets thrown over her body as she watched him with careless abandon. He was one fine specimen. Sex with him had been great. It would have even been better if Giovanni wasn't all that filled her mind. And she didn't really like how hard he was coming onto her. She felt like she was being love bombed and this was her first time of experiencing it. It creeped the hell out of her. "Why don't we give each other some space?" She asked as she sat up in her bed and pushed herself against the headboard. "I need some alone time after my near death experience last night." He sighed. "You still don't like me, do you? Or didn't you enjoy the sex?" Sighing, she threw back her covers and slipped out of the bed, walking over to him before cupping his face in her hand. "I enjoyed having sex with you, Xavier. And I see myself doing it a few more times in the future but this is
Giovanni's trip to Italy was brief. He had gone to visit his grandfather, Calogero Mancini. He was a household name in Italy, owning almost every establishment around the country. Apparently, he had a lot going on and had fallen sick from working so much. So he had called on his grandson to help him finish off a few things. A few things that had involved him slitting the throat of the Ravenclaw Mafia boss. That was Giovanni asking for a war but he was the least concerned as he knew Calogero, his grandfather was going to take care of it. He wasn't the only one fighting for justice. His son had died a gruesome death and even in his sickness and bad health, he had promised to fight to his last to make sure he brought down everyone who had a hand in taking his son's life. Nothing else had mattered in that moment until he slit his throat and watched him spasm until he took his last breath. This was just the beginning. They had gotten a lead at least. One of the men w
It had been six weeks since Serafina last heard from Giovanni or even Geraldo. Neither of the men had called her. After the contract termination, Serafina had expected Geraldo to ask her or visit for the sole purpose of finally ending everything but none of that had happened and she had patiently waited. So she decided that he didn't really mean it when he terminated her contract and the feelings of feeling like an outcast began to return. If the contract hadn't been terminated, why then hadn't any job been given to her? She deserved to know what was going on. The past month had been hell for her. This week was going to make it her fourth month here, which meant she had two more months let before the contract expired and in the space of that time, all she had encountered were scenes that threatened to mess up with her. Drake had been more persistent, threatening to do something terrible to her if she didn't provide him the necessary information and she had spent mo
It had been months since Cecilia saw her son and as soon as he walked into the room, she tore away from her friends and jumped into his arms, kissing every part of his face as she cried about missing him. Giovanni, easily catching her by the waist, burst into a smile and closed his eyes as he received her kiss. As much as things were slightly rocky between them both, they could actually pretend to care about each other. Giovanni did care but he knew he was in a really toxic relationship with his mother. She cupped his cheeks and gave him a once over before bursting into laughter. "Look at you! You're so ripped. Did you take steroids while I was away?" "Not at all, mother," he replied with a chuckle and looked over her perfectly made hair to see the women all staring and whispering. He ignored them and faced his mother. "Don't forget I am built like my father." She slapped his arm and laughed but it didn't get to her eyes. She slipped her arm around his and began t
"You should give it a rest, Giovanni," Geraldo said from where he sat at the other side of the room. "She clearly isn't to be trusted. Overthinking won't change what she did." Giovanni had been pacing around the room, obviously angry at Serafina. He couldn't quite place why she was speaking to Drake in the first place. What had he not given her? A roof to live under? The luxury to pay for whatever she wanted and to have literally anyone at her beck and call. So what was it this time? He wasn't so sure anymore but one thing he was most definitely sure of was that he would never trust her. Not anymore. Drake was an enemy and anyone who discussed him was also an enemy. "Of course, it wouldn't!" He snapped. "Do you think I don't know this? Hell, I haven't trusted her since the first day I met her." "But you spent how many months looking for her? Almost a year even," Geraldo burst into laughter. "You care about her more than you are willing to admit." "Not an
"Good girl. Yes, keep going. Don't you fucking stop." "But I am overstimulated!" Serafina cried out, spasming against the table. "I am feeling too much at a time." Pushing towards her, Giovanni snatched her wrist and placed her fingers back on her wet nub. He hissed a breath before taking a few steps back and folding one arm over the other. "Keep going until your nerve endings are no longer excited." He took a few steps back and drew out a seat this time, watching with legs spread apart as his hands brushed his crotch from time to time. He could imagine her mouth wrapped around his thick length, himself pushing in and out of her with deep, brutal thrusts that would leave her mouth sore for days. He could imagine himself slipping in through her and feeling her walls clench around him as he kept thrusting in and out. Her cries filled the room and she kept spasming and calling out for him to hold onto her but he didn't. He just remained seated, watching her with so much c
She kissed him. She pressed her lips into his, moved until she could fit into his body before she glided hers against his. She didn't stop there. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, with everything within her. Two weeks. She had yearned so badly for him for two good weeks and he hadn't touched her. Now that he had given her the permission, she felt like she was burning up, like her skin was aflame with a fire only him could extingusht. His fingers sank into the skin of her waist as he returned her kiss with the same fervency. He himself had nursed his feelings for two weeks. He had held back solely because he didn't want her to feel like he was coming onto her because she was at his home. "Do you know how long I waited for this to happen?" He sighed into her mouth before his lips grazed her jaw softly. "Do you know how hard it was to not touch you? I literally was stripped of everything and I held onto the last thread of respect so I didn't touch you." "I d
Roderick pulled away from her immediately, breathing heavily and glaring down at Serafina who remained on the chair, trying to catch her breath. Roderick attacking her had come as a shock. Hell, she hadn't seen it coming. She knew she should have trusted her guts when he started acting all strange. Giovanni on the other hand, grabbed Roderick roughly, pulling him across the room as they made for the exit. "You're still as crazy as ever, huh?" Giovanni hissed as he pushed him forward. "I knew I hated you the moment several women came up talking about how you assaulted and molested them because they said no to you. That's how tiny your ego is, huh?" "Fuck you, Giovanni," Roderick hissed and turned to glare at him. "You think you can have any woman you want. Of course, they throw themselves at you. You know nothing about a deflated ego because you're seen as an epitome of masculinity all the fucking time! It's why the women let you fuck them. It's why they come bac
In less than two weeks, Serafina was up and standing strong. Giovanni had insisted on her remaining at his place for safety purposes but she wasn't used to being so close to him. "I should go back to my apartment," She said to him one evening at the dinner table. Giovanni gently placed his spoon on the dining table and looked up at her. "Why?" "It gives me a sense of individuality." She replied and forked a chunk of meat into her mouth. It wasn't the full truth but she went with that. It would be weird telling him how she hadn't felt wanted since she woke up.Sighing, he picked his fork. "If you insist, I'll have you driven back to your penthouse tomorrow morning." It was so easy for him to let her go. She'd expected him to make her stay by either begging her or making her see reasons but he hadn't. She was suddenly annoyed by that fact. He hasn't touched her since she arrived at his place. Even after she'd healed properly. She remembered when they stayed up
"Where the fuck is the doctor, Geraldo?!" Giovanni yelled at the top of his voice as he lifted Serafina's unconscious body out of the car. "In here!" Geraldo called out from where he stood at the side of the door. Giovanni hadn't panicked this badly in his whole life. Seeing her bleed out had stirred something in him and he wished he had taken the bullet instead of her. The doctor was waiting when he got into the ward. A nurse rushed in right after she was placed on the bed, a tray filled with sterile instruments in her hand. "How long will it take for this procedure to happen?" Giovanni asked. "I'll have to see how severe the wound is before I can tell," The doctor said as he began to inject IVs into her hand. They worked on the machines and moments after, he turned to Giovanni. "We need her stabilised first. She lost so much blood and she might need a transfusion." "Okay. How does that work? Do I donate my blood or something?" "We'd have to check her
No way was Uncle Jaime standing before her. It had to be a dream. She blinked a few times to be sure that it wasn't. That grin. That sinister pair of blue eyes that matched hers. Her hands trembled as she walked into the room and she tried hard to remain in composure. She fell back into her native language as she spoke. "What are you doing here?" "Too afraid to speak English so they don't hear you?" Jaime laughed. "He can hear everything you're saying." "Does it matter?" She asked. "What the hell are you doing in America?!" "Sweet, sweet niece. It is absolutely none of your concern. I mean, if you had chosen to remain with me, maybe life wouldn't have taken a bad turn for you." "You!" She hissed. "You took everything from me! You gave me no option!" "I did," He took a few steps close towards her. "I asked if you wanted to be adopted." "At eighteen?!" She screamed. "Are you fucking for real right now? At eighteen, I had every access to my parents pr