ROSALINE Doomsday comes unannounced—that was something I believed in. Well, in my case, doomsday had a face and a herald with whom I shared blood. My brother stood at the entrance of the banquet, talking to a tall man with dark hair and a tall stature. I knew who it was. Terenzio De Vitto. I had t

LUCIANO “Why aren’t you telling me your name?” I asked, looking at the half-empty bottle of whiskey. She looked at me, a sheepish grin stuck to her lips. From the little light we had, I could not make her features correct, but she was beautiful. I would be damned if I did not know her better. Her

LUCIANO Sitting on the edge of the bed, I stared at the bathroom door for minutes and then at the red tissues lying on the floor. Rose’s body had been rigid when I had cleaned her blood. The way I had dived into her, she had felt more pain than she had been letting on. How could I be so daft? I sh

LUCIANO“You look pissed,” Pietro said, pushing the few loose strands of his hair back. “It better not be because of Belle. Father would know.” I did not speak. He looked at me as I stepped out of the car. The journey from Chicago to Toronto had left me completely exhausted. “You’re getting married

ROSALINE I would have to carry the label of Washington hottie’s bride-to-be after the entire article that Underground Writer 101 had written about De Vitto and me. We were not even a couple yet, nor was I sure about tying the knot with him. This blogger was nothing but a nuisance. I could bet the ones behind this blog were married women with absentee husbands that whored around, leaving them with nothing but their silly old wits and their annoying habit of poking into other people’s lives. I took a deep breath to calm myself. I had made a promise to myself last night to not think about this article… which I was mostly failing at. Adonis and Bella’s reception had been a total disaster. None of us had expected a tiny kid to create such a hassle. At least the week that had followed was quiet. Adonis and Dom had been busy finding out about the Bratva hideouts. However, uprooting them from their territories would need more than them going on a murder spree. For today, I hoped everythin