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Marco Angelo Massaretti's POV

              I'VE BEEN on the phone for the whole hours, just working in my big office not farther from my bedroom. After I had a bath and a release, I still felt empty. The thought of her sleeping in my place, just at close-reach is unsettling. Making my whole system cries out for her.

The kisses we shared inside the limo with so much passion and intensity made it all severely disturbing. It's funny how I lost myself inside the limo. I knew Trivun was surprised when I asked him to roll down the partition.

He had a reason. I was almost killed before.

My enemy had stupidly paid a woman.

I met her in one of the charity events my family had been sponsoring that I hated to attend, but I had to.

She was one of my mistresses. She's beautiful and to be honest, our first sex was impressive. She was really good and can earn a lot just using her mouth. I remember the first time I invited her to my place. While heading to my place we make out inside the limo. I was so lost. But for some reason, the thick lust air suddenly changes and before she could stab me, I felt my hands gripping a small sharp swiss army knife. Just enough to kill someone. If you know how to aim at the most vital spot, it doesn't matter how small or big it is. And she was aiming it right inside my elbow, where it was hard to notice. Thanks, God, my instinct is sharp.

I just got cuts in my hand when I grabbed the small sharp knife. She was then transferred to the authority for a question, but, she was smart and demanded a lawyer. So everything went into the trial process.

Alexa, the girl they paid, a supermodel was killed the next day before the trial, and nothing was left that would lead to the killer, that until now it frustrates me.

I don't understand why they have to pay a girl, which they knew would no match to me.

From then on, my securities made sure I'm always in their sight, even making sure the partition is open especially when I'm with someone else inside the limo, either a girl or a man.

I shook the thoughts off as I glanced at the small clock beside my mac desktop sitting on my long rectangular mahogany glass table. It was almost eight. Which means he was working for almost two hours.

I leaned on my black leathered high-back swivel chair with my head resting on my palms.

It was so hard to think straight. I always find my thoughts drifted to her, to her beautiful innocent face and her sparkling cobalt eyes, and her hot body.

Figlio di cagna!

I punch the green button which directs it to Jaime's phone, my butler.

"Yes, Mr. Massaretti?" Jaime's soft yet firm voice resonated in the speaker.

"Please fetch Ms. Ricci in her room and we will have our dinner at the loggia," I said calmly as I stared into oblivion. I wanted to go pick her up, but I stop myself. I need some distance. I'm not comfortable with this foreign feeling she's creating inside of me.

I had to put a gap between us. My life is not as peaceful as hers. I can't bring her to my world. My enemy would surely target her, and I can't live with that, knowing she's not safe.

And since when did you ever think of someone's safety? my conscience mocked.

"Just shut up, dick!" I snapped to my conscience like a fool talking to my own self.

"I'm sorry Mr. Massaretti. Come again?" I heard Jaime and I almost burst into laughter. He must have looked horrified.

"Nothing Jaime. Go pick Ms. Ricci and we will have dinner soon." I responded briefly and hung up the phone.

I leaned back on my chair and stared at the ceiling.

I started piling up the stack of documents before I made my way to the dining room.

Just as I reach the grand foyer, I saw her striding sexily down the grand staircase and I can't help but watch her hips sway from side to side, as she steps down. She was wearing short jeans and a white medium size top, but I still find her sexy. I'm used to women in dresses.

She stops midway when she realized I was watching her. I didn't move and I search for her eyes.

"Ready?" I asked to break the tension developing between us.

She just nodded her head and I waited for her until she was at the last steps.

I offered my arm and her reluctantly and shyly looped her arm through mine.

I led her to the loggia room and a bright smile crack on her lips and her eyes widened. She walks to the middle of the room and looks up. The moon was so bright. She looks up through the glass roof and watch the moon, then she heaved a deep sigh.

I noticed she always do that, heaving a sigh.

I felt so proud and I wanted to tell her that everything in here is hers now too.

Wait, what?

You're insane Marco. My inner thoughts chastised and I snapped back. If only I could dislocate you out of my system and keep you in a preserving jar, then I would have done it as soon as I realize you exist.

Yeah, right. Don't forget I'm connected to you, dick. It kept on irritating me. You can shut me off, you dumb-ass. My inner thoughts continued and I did.

We both sat on the rattan sofa with plush cushions and the servers came and serve the appetizers first while Jaime poured a fine white wine in our glass.

"If there's anything you'd like, let Jaime know and he will get it for you. Don't hesitate to ask." I started to indulge her into a conversation.

"Thank you," she just replied to my annoyance. I calmed myself and watch her as she puts a small piece of lettuce in her mouth.

I put my fork down and wipe the corner of my mouth with the table napkin.

I stared at her as she kept on eating without minding me. For some reason, I felt so contented watching her eating beside me. It felt so natural.

I heaved a sigh and started eating my food.

The dinner was so quiet. She looks relax, although she's ducking my gaze.

My helpers already cleaned the rectangular coffee table and all was left was our wineglasses and a new bottle of white wine.

If I am right, she already had like five glass of wine glass. After another glass, she seemed to warm up and I felt her body leaning against mine. I love the comfort it gave and I automatically wrapped my free hand around her.

She was obviously enjoying watching the moon. We both leaned on the sofa support, like slouching and I joined her watching the bright full moon.

I guess the wolf are now busy finding their mate.

What am I thinking?

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Georgina Ricci's POV

             I WATCHED the moonlight as we both enjoyed sipping our wine. The food was really good and I thought the cook was a chef in a gourmet restaurant.

Marco and I were sitting on the rattan sofa and I'm starting to feel so comfortable. I even absentmindedly leaned myself onto him and I just realized it when I felt his strong arm wrapping around me. I wanted to protest, but the comfort I felt stops me and just enjoyed it.

Why not enjoying it- just for tonight.

"Tell me about yourself," I asked as I made a sip of my seventh glass of wine. I think all this boldness in me is under the influence of the wine. And I'm liking it. It gives me that feeling of being in control.

He looks at me and I stared back at him. He looks reluctant at first, but then he started talking to my surprise. I thought he's just gonna snap at me and get mad.

"It's ok if you don't want to tell me," I forced a smile, but my disappointed face betrayed me.

And then, he spoke. "I had a really hard time growing up, after my parent's divorce," Marco started. He looks hurt and I bit my inner cheek, as I watch his aura changed.

"I'm sorry," I said and sipped my wine in a big gulp.

"No, don't," he replied.

"Dad had been cheating on mom since I was two. He didn't tell mom until I was four. When he can't hide his son or his mistress anymore from us and from all the media, he told my mom to get a divorce. My mom played the tough woman, but as soon as the divorce paper came out, she falls ill. Depression took her life, although they made it look like she died of cancer, and I live on my own," Marco chugged his wine. His aura turned dangerous and he was gripping the wine glass temple, like a vice.

I look down on the sparkling white liquid inside my wine glass blankly. I was so lost after I heard those heartbreaking revelations of Marco.

I know I had a hard time with my dad too when mom died. But, Marco was very young when his dad left them.

"Is it the reason why you despised commitment?" I asked bravely, as I stared into his teal dark eyes, not because of lust, but something more dangerous.

"I'm not the man for commitment. I hate my dad with every fiber of my being, but I knew we have the same blood running through our veins," he stated grimly.

"How do you know?" I asked, not backing down. He was coated with bitterness and insecurities after what his dad did. It is unfair that he thinks he is like his father.

"I just knew!" he replied gravely as he pulled his hand off around me and reach for the wine bottle and poured another wine in his glass.

I didn't say anything. I just looked up to the sky and watch the quiet night and the beautiful moon.

"How about you?" he asked, as he leaned back on the sofa.

"There's nothing interesting about me," I replied as I chuckled humourlessly.

"There's always, you know?" he retorted shortly as he stared at me.

I locked my eyes onto his and I find myself talking.

"I lost my mom when I was nineteen..." I choked. "So I had to stand on my own after, since dad became alcoholic and gambler. There's no time he was sober. I had to take care of him, almost every night," I continued on as I held the tears threatening to fall, recalling all those nights when he comes home, really drunk. I will change him and cleaned his vomit sometimes.

"I love him, but I had regretted to let him get drowned in his addiction," I sighed heavily blinking the tears back as I remembered my loving parents.

"I'm sorry," I heard him said.

I forced a smile and just nod. I hand him my empty glass and he poured me some more. I made a sip and then a silence was replaced.

We just both gaze up the sky with our hearts racing, sensing each other.

"You were so tough, you know?" he said and I chuckled bitterly.

"I have no choice.."

Marco just stared at me impassively and as usual, it's hard to read his face. So I decided to call it a night which he agreed.

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Third Person POV

La Cosa Nostra Hide Out

             THREE MEN a.k.a fox, tiger, shark, were sitting around the long oval antique conference table waiting for their big boss whom they never saw in their entire life since they work for him. The room has a little light that comes from the very small window way up the wall almost close to the ceiling.

After like centuries, the big boss voice reverberated around the room.

"Gentlemen," he started in his deep rich tone. The three felt fear as soon as their heard his menacing tone, the sounds like it's coming from under the ground.

"Good Afternoon, boss.." everyone uttered, fear evidence in their voice.

The big boss didn't respond. The three looks at each other and Shark the blonde guy inclined his head to fox to go first.

Fox, the dark hair bulky guy made a fake cough clearing his throat. He calmed himself and proudly announced their works.

"We had successfully smuggled the weapons to our new client, the boss in Monaco. And we are recommended to another new client, but we are still investigating if they are real or a trap, knowing Fuego." Fox started as he looks at his companies.

"I'm expecting that to happen, Idiots. I didn't pay you to be futile." The big boss roared in a grave tone. He wasn't impressed and the three guys clenched their jaws. Their boss is obviously furious and they could feel his anger around the four walls of the confined space.

The three started to break cold sweats.

After a long silence ...

"I'm expecting another report, a very different one perhaps." He snickered, then a silence. "How about telling me that Angelo is dead?" His dark menacing voice echoed in the room again.

Everyone looks at each other and they knew they are in trouble. Shark sent Tiger to find assassins since they don't want to include their names when it failed.

They don't know who they are working and they definitely don't want their family being targeted either.

Unfortunately, the girl they paid whom their agency sent, failed. A seductress, but deadly as the agent told them.

When they learned she's in jail, they paid someone to end her life, or the whole organization will be exposed and everything will be in vain.

"He's still alive, boss" Tiger trailed off and Shark and Fox looks at each other.

"Stupid!" The big boss said gruffly with his voice bouncing against the walls making the men cringed in terror and again the three men feared for their life. They knew their big boss is a merciless man and he's a greedy man.

"The girl the was sen-"

The boss spoke again cutting him off. "Fucking fools. Why send a woman if you can send a real killer, with guns perhaps? How about that, estupido?" The boss grilled and the three fell into silence praying the boss won't do any harm to them.

"She's been killed be-"

"Dismissed!" The big boss said and the three felt relieved and stood up when the speaker went off and quickly headed their way out of the old looking building. It's a camouflaged building. The underground where all the sessions had been done, like meetings, killings, or someone being interrogated, deadly.

Just as they are heading to the exit door to the elevator, three bulky men in a suit appeared and everything went fast. In a swift move, Tiger was put to sleep and they dragged them back inside.

Shark and Fox look at each other and knew that Tiger is considered be dead.

Shark quickly punch the button as soon as they entered the elevator and they felt a bit safer when the elevator door closes.

"We need to do it ourselves. Kill that bastard, or take any of his precious love ones.." Shark gritted his teeth and Fox nodded. They just lost their friend and now killing Angelo is like taking their revenge.

"That slimy bastard. He has to leave this planet, soon!" Tiger clenched his jaws and they both nodded. They put on their sunglasses and headed off to the van waiting for them at a very corner, hidden from any prying eyes.

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Marco Angelo Massaretti's POV

               I WANT my life being always in control. Every people around him move in synchrony however I want it. When I opened my mouth everyone shuts up. My words are like golden rules.

But, when it comes to Georgina, my rules always flouted, countless times.

First rule: Bringing her to my very private property whom I considered my private life. Not even my close relative had been into my considered place, private. Not even my closest best friend Roman and Donato. They were my childhood friends.

Second rule: Cuddling. I'm not a huggy bear and surely not enjoying any cuddling moment. I hate cuddling with anyone. I haven't been hugged with anyone as far as I remember, excluding my grandparents.

Third rule: Talking about my past, no less to a stranger. Although I had known her for a week, still she's considered a stranger to me. It takes months and years to get closer to me.

And now, she's slowly unraveling my secret life and my insecurities.

I don't like the feeling she's stirring within me. I hate being in control of this emotion that's why I hated to love. That's what happened to my dad. My stepmother Chronicles has the words inside their home. Dad is a completely whipped ass with his second wife, no doubt. Dad won't leave us if he doesn't.

That's one thing I hated to fall into the pit of love. Not ever!

Chronicles hated me, as much as I hated her. Oldrich my stepbrother, even how much I hated him because I felt he took all the attention, he still my brother in blood.

I walked to my bed shaking off all the bad memories and decided to sleep. It's already past eleven, but sleep deprived him. I wondered if Georgina is already asleep. I can't deny that today was the best day of my life. After sharing some part of my life, I felt something different.

Happy and calm.

I felt exuberant for no reasons, or there is?

Before my head would make a retort, I blocked my inner mind off.

After an hour passed, tossing and turning in my bed, I grunted as I dragged my limbs out of my bed thinking to drowned myself with alcohol until I passed out. But, as soon as my eyes saw the elevator, I found myself walking to the elevator, pressing the yellow button, which goes to the second floor

Seconds later, the elevator slides open and I stepped out with only one direction in my mind, Georgina's room.

I quietly opened her door and tiptoed inside. I made my way to Georgina's bed, feeling grateful for the dim light the night lamp provided. She was peacefully sleeping on her side. I crawled into the bed cover gently not wanting to wake her up. Just as soon as her scent reached my nose, my eyelids grew heavier. Her sweet scent is like a lullaby to my senses.

Not long, I succumbed to sleep.

             I WAS AWOKEN with the shuffling sounds and I felt her move. She has gently pulled her legs off mine, but I pretended asleep. I felt her eyes lingered on my face, then she brushes her hands on my hair gently. It felt so good and relaxing.

Then minutes passed, I couldn't contain it anymore. I wanted to see her face.

Then, I spoke. "How did I do with my looks?" I asked as I flicked my eyes open and she quickly looked away. She blushed profusely and I chuckled. She looks so innocent and damn ravishing.

"Why are you in my bed?" she suddenly asked, then she met my eyes.

And dammit my testosterone just picks up its speed. God, she's so tempting.

"Can you question me later? I need more sleep," I replied lazily as I pulled her roughly atop to me and she squealed in surprise. I wrapped my hands around her small waist and hold her in place.

"Marco, you're enjoying too much of my kindness," she spat gritting her teeth.

She's trying to conceal that emotion that matches mine. She tried to roll on my side, but I held her in place. I'm still enjoying her on top of me.

"Just go back to sleep. I'm still exhausted," I retorted as I shifted to my side with her effortlessly. She squealed in surprised again and I chuckled. I trapped her with my hands on my arms, with her head resting on my shoulder and I entangled my legs against hers.

She squeaked.

She was silent for a bit. The feeling of her in my arms is so comforting.

"Marco, I can't breath!" she said, but I just closed my eyes and nuzzled my nose on her head.

"Hmm.." was all my response. I felt her craned her neck, but I ignored it.

"Aren't you going to work today?" she asked again, as she tried to wriggle off my hold.

"I had a team to work for me, while I rest," I responded lazily still with my eyes close.

Then suddenly I remembered my meeting. "Fanculo!" I hissed as I reluctantly pulled my limbs off her and scrambled out of her bed.

"I have a meeting to attend today and a charity event. I maybe not here until tomorrow night. I don't want you to wander outside my premises." I warned her. "I know the media knew nothing about this property, but still I don't want them to see you," I said in my undertone. I don't want anyone seeing her and be their target to get me.

"So what things, am I allowed to do? Am I not allowed to wander around the mansion too?" she asked tersely. She looks suddenly sad.

"You can. You can also stay outside the mansion, but not outside the premises, meaning outside the gate. But, don't stay outside longer," I ordered coldly and turned on my heel as I loathe this moment of leaving her.

But, I need to show up at this meeting. It has been rescheduled multiple times.

I want to bring Georgina, but I can't expose her, just yet with all these ruthless media, and with the scrutinizing eyes and sharp tongue of the society I'm swarmed with. And the thought that someone wants me dead doesn't settle my thoughts.

I will one day, just not now.

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A/N: I hope this chapter is not bad.

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