Read to find out how Kiara Dawnes goes from a waitress in Los Angeles to the Queen of an empire and what her future holds.
THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE BOOK!!
This book is for ages 18+ & contains MATURE content:
Bad language
Mental & physical abuse
Steamy...
Safe to say the previous chapter was very unexpected. The commentary was top tier entertainment.
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Kiara
"Get your son woman." Dario groaned at the sound of a crying Matteo.
"He's your son too you know."
"Sí but I am not the one who insisted he sleep with us."
"Whatever." I mumbled.
"He will sleep in the nursery from tonight." He said as I got out of the bed.
"No-
"I was not asking Kiara." He said in that no nonsense tone. It's too early for this. I carried Matteo out of the room leaving his annoyed father to sleep. Going down into the living room, I was met with Marcel.
"The little man has you up early."
"You're one to talk? Why are you up?"
"As you can see, I'm coming from the gym." He motioned to his attire. I took it in and sure enough he was sweaty and wearing a grey tank vest and gym shorts. I knew he used the gym but I guess I know why I've never actually see him gym. Who uses the gym after 3 in the morning? This man is insane.
"You know a part of me actually thought your brother would change a bit for his son." I said completely off topic.
"Dario is who he is. He loves his son in his own way, but I promise you he loves Matteo. He will raise him exactly how he was raised with little to no affection so that he can grow up just as he has." He explained.
"But I don't want my son to be some psychotic killer Marcel! I don't even want him in any way involved in this Mafia."
"Questo è sfortunato." (That is unfortunate) I nearly dropped Matteo at the sound of Dario's voice.
I looked at him shocked because I honestly thought he was still sleeping upstairs. "Please don't stop on my accord, wife." He added looking at me intently. He reached for me and I flinched, squeezing Matteo in the process making him begin to scream. Dario reached for him and held him with such tenderness that I thought he was incapable of having. I watched with my mouth agape and heard Marcel lightly chuckle behind me before leaving us.
"An old friend of mine is hosting a fashion show next week and asked that you be apart of it."
"Who is this friend of yours?"
"She is a famous fashion designer in Italy."
"You don't have female friends Dario, is she an old flame?"
"I wouldn't call it a flame but we indulged in the pleasures of each other in the past."
