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Giovanni Leone Santorini's POV

         Okay, I completely messed it up. I screwed it big time. I shot an innocent security because he innocently stared at her, and jealousy just blurred my rational head. Everything I see was red. I wasn't myself anymore.

My whole body was shaking with rage and jealousy. Ears burning up, muscles are all tense up. I felt like my heart was going to blast from all the blood rushing through my heart, pounding loudly against my ribcage. 

Rage is an understatement.

Now, that rage washes over fear. Fear of losing her completely. At the very moment, she's royally pissed at me.

Not just pissed. She is royally enraged and because of my foolish behavior.

I turned around after leaving them all a deadly look, then I followed her inside. I knew it'a going to be a long damn suffering against her wrath.

"Fuck, fuck Gio. You are stupid!" I mumbled as I pace along the pathway to the entrance of the house. 

"Bambolina!" I called out on her back, but she didn't bother to look behind her. Her pace speeds up even more.

"Cazzo!" I hissed as I trudge up the staircase in haste. As soon as I got closer our bedroom, she slams the door in my face. 

"Cazzo, fighe!" (Fuck, pussies!) I cursed.

I tried to turn the knob, but it was locked. I knock. "Please, open the door, Enna. Let's talk." I tried to sound calm, but still my voice came out cold.

I hear nothing behind the door. My temper is slowly rising. "Let's talk Enna. I know, I was impulsive. I was jealous. I told you already ..." I said frustratedly as I knock again.

Again, I heard nothing.

"Bambolina?" My voice softens. My heart is pounding loudly. Worst things starting to flashed in my head. I pounded hand with my gun against the door several times. "Open the goddamn door, Enna or I will break this fucking door. Mi senti?" (Do you hear me?). 

Again, there's no sound coming from behind the door. My heart is already beating so fast that I thought I'm gasping with air. I'm breaking with cold sweats, with fear of what terrible things may happen to her inside our room.

I pointed the gun on the knob as I made several steps before firing it once. The knob blasted and I quickly push the door open. I heard her screams and that's when I felt relieved.

She was standing on the balcony clutching her chest, startled. When she saw me, her eyes filled with fear. I suddenly felt broken, seeing her staring at me with fear.

I don't know how to start a conversation. I don't know if I need to apologize. "Don't come close to me, Santorini because I don't know you! You are not the Giovanni I know. Giovanni Santorini, my boyfriend is not a killer!" She croaked as she steps back.

I stop and stared at her with a breaking heart. I absolutely screwed it up, big-shot. She just called me a killer and I felt like my heart was stabbed and twinge with a sharp knife, painfully, again and again.

Idiot, stupid, Gio. I inwardly cursed myself. My heart is tightening as her words sunk in my head. 

"I'm sorry." I uttered softly, regrets blended in my voice. Fear is crawling in my gut. I knew my face was marred with the rawest pain. 

I hate those hateful eyes staring back at me, and right now, it's scaring the hell out of me. I never felt so terrified, not even when I was near death, until now. 

"What do you want me to do? You know I hated it when I see those fuckers staring at you, silently fantasizing you." I spit out coldly. I couldn't contain it. My heart and mind are blinded with jealousy and possessiveness. 

Her face softens as soon as she heard my last words. She just shook her head with disbelief and tried to walk past me, not bothering to say anything.

"Please, say something. Hit me. Kill me if that will make you feel better." I said to her in frustration and desperation. She stops midway and then pivoted. She looks at me with pokerfaced. Silence is deafening as I waited for her to say something. I'm getting really impatient and my hope to restore our smooth sailing relationship is slowly withering.

She steps closer and closer. Then stops a few inches away. "Hit me, bambolina," I said desperately wanting to calm her anger down. I handed her the gun and she grabs it vehemently.

*BANG!* 

She looks shocked, as she froze staring at me bug-eyed. I didn't feel anything, and all of a sudden, I wicked thoughts pops in my head. 

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Athena Giudici's POV

            "Hit me, bambolina." He said and I could see the pain in his eyes. I'm still mad and scared at the same time. He's the different Giovanni I know. When I saw how mad he is and shot that guy without regret in his eyes, I saw a serial killer in him. It's not the sweet and playful Giovanni.

He was the merciless Giovanni.

I grab the gun he handed me in anger just only want to throw it away, but I accidently touch the trigger and worst pulled it. A loud bang froze me on where I was rooted.

"FUCK, FUCK!" I saw Giovanni jumping on his feet as he kept cursing while his hands were holding his crotch, mixed emotions marring his perfect face.

I was suddenly awakened and dread filled me. No.. I shot his dick. "So-sorry.." I stammered with my voice quivering as I threw the gun anywhere, ignoring the hole on the floor where the bullet went through. I was more than worried about his shot dick. "Let me see. Hurry, we have to treat it." I frantically pulled him to stop from jumping. He was still holding his crotch.

"You shot my amigo, bambolina. Now, I'm penniless." He said without realizing what he said and stops, still clutching his crotch. 

"You mean, penis-less." I corrected him with my eyes trained on his crotch. I see no blood running or staining his pants or crotch area, but I still want to make sure.

"Whatever," he mumbles and he's sounding husky. Dammit! Why do I feel this butterflies in my belly? And why do he sounded so cool and painless.

"Get your hands off your crotch. Let me check it." I snap as I tried to tug his big hands holding his crotch. He reluctantly releases it and I scanned his crotch, squatting, prodding his dick and holy guacamole. I felt his dick hardened after a couple of poking.

When I look at him, he was stifling his laughter. "You son of a bitch!" I grit out and stood harshly. I was about to kick his hard penis, but he was too quick to pulled me and carried me to the bed. 

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Giovanni Santorini's POV

          "You just really know how to push my button, bambolina. I really hated to do this, apologizing every time, but of course, to make you happy. I will apologize again." I murmured against her cheeks and then kissed her before she could retort. 

Soon we are burned with the same longings to ravish each other. The temperature in the room is different. The tension a moment ago is replaced with carnal tension. Our erratic breathings is like a sweet symphony. My kisses were scorchingly consuming, demanding and controlling. She was kissing me back with the same intensity and my hands went south, skimming her body and intentionally rips the two pieces of garments. 

I grinned when I heard the sound of tearing garments. She won't be able to wear it. 

"I love that bikini!" I heard her whined though her voice is still hazy and husky. 

"I'll buy you a new ones, bambolina." I whispered throatily and then ravished delectable perky breast and her sensitive swollen pink nipples. 

A soft moan escaped her lips as she jerked back her body. I suck her nipples all the while my other hand, busy kneading the other breast. My cock is throbbing and begging to fill her. I could feel my cock's juices seeping from me, feeling the fabric damped. 

"FUCK, I want you now, bambolina." I breathe and I swiftly remove all my garments and lay on top of her. She parted her legs and I positioned my swollen shaft, then lunged deep into her wet, fucking sleek cunt, then I fuck her hard.

We were both moaning and whimpering as she synchronically meet my every thrust, hard and fast, and deeper. Waves of electrifying sensations shooting on every nerve ending, down to my cock. I could feel her walls tightening and my pace picks up, harder and deeper. 

"God, yes.. harder.. Fuck, please... I'm close ..." She moans loudly. I hump her with increasing speed. 

"Let go, baby." I groaned gutturally and she did. After another deep thrust, I pushed myself deeper into her, making sure, none of my sperms would be wasted. 

And yes, our sex is always like the first time. She's always amazing and I'm insatiable, only for her. 

After that incredible fuck, I thought she's already fine, but I was very wrong. She's still as cold as the ice. 

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Athena Giudici's POV

        I wanted to kick myself for just losing myself with his touch and kisses. Now he thought, we are fine. Dammit, Enna. You just forgave him like that? He shot an innocent man because he's crazy possessive. I chastised myself. 

I quickly pulled myself out of his possessive hold and walk to the washroom and decided to have a shower.

I heard his footsteps coming. I didn't bother to turn around to see him. I'll just treat him coldly. Honestly, I'm starting to question myself. Is it worth it to love someone as possessive and crazy as him? 

Because every man around me will surely be in danger. 

I felt his hands wrapping around me from behind. And as usual, his amigo was back to life and my traitorous body is again started to heat up. Dammit it. I'm starting to get mushy inside and my core tingles and warm sensations seep from me. 

I summoned all my energy and resolve, trying to keep my rational thought intact. I need to resist this and let reason win this time.

He has to know that his possessiveness is giving me the creeps. And it really scares me. I had to stop him doing that all the time. It's not healthy and it's not even sweet. It's scary. I love seeing his possessiveness, but not to the extent of killing someone. That is already scary and it wasn't a love anymore. 

It's obsession and it's not healthy.

I heaved a deep breath and then pulled his hands off me. He didn't say anything and I heard him sigh. I was glad he just let it slide this time. I quickly showered and then walk out, drying my body completely before walking out the washroom to my walk-in closet.

"Would you like to go cruising along the island, bambolina?" I heard him asked. I quickly wore a short and a white tee-shirt that has a "Bitch is Back" printed in front.

His eyebrow quirked when his eyes landed on my chest, reading the words imprinted. I ignored his reactions. "No. I don't want another innocent man being shot, because of someone is ridiculously crazy." I snap and headed to the door.

"I thought ..." He pointed to me and to himself, looking disoriented. " ...you and I, are fine." 

I rolled my eyes. "You're not forgiven yet, Giovanni. You almost killed an innocent man." I glared at him. His eyes suddenly turn cold, but I brush it off. "You fucking shot him because of your narrow-minded principle." I spat furiously.

"I lost my mind, alright." He retorted without a regret in his voice. "I was blinded with rage and jealousy." He looks away and harshly let out a deep breath. I could really feel his frustrations. "And I'm sorry." His voice sounding low.

"It's not healthy anymore, Giovanni." I walk forward and planted myself in front of him. I tried not to look at his perfect ridges of his abs and stick to lecture him. It was hard, and distracting that he was only wearing a short towel loosely wrap around his hips. "Don't you trust me?" I asked, gulping inwardly when my eyes get a glimpse of his sexy v-shape.

Stick your eyes on his, Enna. I held on the urge of looking down and eye-raping his perfectly curved body.

"I do, bambolina, but I don't trust those morons." His eyes flickered anger again. I rolled my eyes. Seriously, this is frustrating. I'm like talking to a two years old trying to make things sense.

"Gio, I love you and I won't replace you with anyone. Those morons you called were not doing anything!" I explained with another ounce of patience and he just sigh. 

"I'll try .." He answered after a few seconds past.

"You will not try. You will do it. I need you to trust me, please." I almost beg. "And please, try to keep that possessiveness down. You're scaring the hell out of me." I furrowed my forehead in annoyance.

He didn't say anything. He was quiet. We are still facing each other and I was still waiting for his response. He seems like he was mulling over what I said.

"So are you going to cruise with me along the island?" He asked. I rolled my eyes for the umpteenth times and heaved a frustrated, irritated sigh.

"Alright. Yes, I promise." He quickly said when he realized I was starting to get really vex.

"Thanks," I sigh. He grinned widely. 

He pointed his index finger to me. "So we are cool, right?" pointing it back and forth between us.

"Do I have a choice?" I rolled my eyes heavenward and I heard him chuckled. I felt his strong arms snake around my waist. 

"I can't believe how scary are you when you get angry," he mumbled as he nuzzled his nose under the crook of my neck. I felt tingles erupted down my spine.

"I thought you would want cruising, Gio?" I asked him, trying to get his attention. I could feel his hard erection prodding against my belly and honestly, I'm slowly giving in.

"Later, bambolina." I felt his hard palms cruising along my soft sides and back. "I want to cruise along your sweet and delectable body again.." 

I chuckled when I felt his lips sucking my sensitive part of my neck. I felt ticklish. I squirmed and wriggled my way out of his firm hold, but he held me firmly and pulled me even closer.

"Gosh, I can't get enough of you, bambolina." Vibrations created as he whispered against my neck, and carnal desires triggered. I felt my body heated up and excitement rose with anticipation. 

Oh God, why is his touch so magical? My body feels like a slave to his touch, to his kisses. 

I found my hands skimming his delicious back, trailing along his muscled back, feeling the hardness of his back and savoring the perfection of his body. He was indeed everything woman wants. Power, fame, money, and freakishly delicious body and mega handsome face, yet a dangerous person to messed up with.

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Giovanni Santorini's POV

      I was on the phone as soon as we got back from cruising. We went snorkeling and sailing. I was glad she forgot everything that had happened and enjoyed my company. We make out every time I get a chance and almost had sex on the deck. 

"Why?" I wonder that that old man wants and why is he here? He's one of my father's affiliates. 

"Lucas Viggorino is scheduling a meeting with you. He's here in Cayo and he's demanding to see you." Vito was sounding tight and mad.

I clenched my jaw and grip the phone tightly. My blood ticks every second past. "I had this feeling that he knew about the tape. " I said, staring at oblivion. I didn't even notice Enna was already in front of me. 

"Me too. That old man is sly." Vito remarked and I agree with him. 

"I'll just talk to Vito, bambolina." I mouth her and then she pouted and turned her back swiftly, heading to the door.

I sighed as I followed her back disappearing the library door.

I wanted to follow her, but this is important. Once my enemy found out that I had Enna and found out who was holding the tape, they come after her. They will do anything to get that tape and that is to get Enna as a pawn, once they learned about her.

I will never let that happen. They have to walk over my dead body before I will let them touch her. 

"Then, I will meet him tonight." I agreed.

"He's flanked with securities. I have this feeling that this sly man is scheming something dirty, too." I heard Vito said before I hang up the phone. I clutched the phone tightly close to my ears. My whole system perked up. 

He could be right. This old man is slimy. And I knew he always brought few men with him. What is he up to?

"Then, spread out our men and watch them. If he's planning something, then terminate everyone." clenching my jaw. My heart pounds and my muscles are all tense up and I felt on edge. Blood rushes through my body and my ears feel burning. I was frowning into oblivion. 

My slaughtered family flashes through my head and my body were itching for revenge. I need to get that tape. It's the only way for me to find out who kills them.

"We need to retrieve that tape soon, Gio. Before everyone finds out. Enna will be in danger." Vito suggested and I thought it fully. 

"Then we need to head back to New York, as soon as possible. I will retrieve it myself." I involuntarily proclaimed and I heard him agreed. 

The line was already dead, yet I was still on my position, mulling over the tape. How will I ever going to get it without leaving the old Guidici's suspicious.

Seems like the old Guidici has no knowledge about my family, which I'm hoping he is. My father was very well-known in the mafia world and so as in the business world. His name was always attach in every dirty businesses.

"Are you coming or not, Gio?" I heard Enna's husky voice coming from the door. My eyes almost popped out of his socket as soon as I saw her.

She was wearing a see-through lacy dress that clung to her hot body, no bra and her pink taut nipples were taunting me. And fuck, that think lacy thong, barely covering her folds was excruciatingly desirable.

I heard my phone make a faint thud as it landed on the floor and I care no less at the moment. I followed her when she turns her back. 

She had been calling me since a while ago to hang out in the gazebo at the back of the house under the palm trees, but I was too busy talking to different people. 

When she reach our room, she stops and flung her hands on her waist. I stop, planting myself a few inches apart from her. 

"So this is the only way to make your ass move, huh?" She said sarcastically. She looks so adorably hot. Now my body tense up, not in anger, but with erratic desire.

Damn, she surely is a temptress.

She kept on blabbering, but my eyes were glued on her swollen hard nipples. 

"GIO!" I heard her yells and my eyes automatically went back up meeting her glaring eyes. "I'm talking to you." She widened her eyes sharply at me. 

I grinned boyishly, giving him my sexy, hot grin. I tried to reach her, but she swatted my hands ...

"No. You can't touch me. You are not allowed to touch me, until tomorrow." She warned me and steps away of reach.

I groaned in disapproval. My body is already burning in sexual ardor. "That is so unfair," I mumbled as I watch her walk back in her walk-in closet. 

She's a tease. 

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A/N: Here you go ladies.. Hope you all like it. I don't know if the chapter even makes sense. Anyhow, I'm hoping Enna and Gio would get more votes.

Thank you and please do overlook all the errors. This is just a rough draft and I will find a reliable editor one day.. For now, enjoy.

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