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𝐈𝐕 | 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐒

"Let me drink the delights of that luscious nectar, then taste my lips to experience the same ecstasy."

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LORENZO MARCELIO
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"Come in." Dante walked in shutting the door behind him. I sat back in my office chair turning my gaze to him.
"You asked for me, Capo?" I gestured for him to take a seat in front of my desk to which he did.
"Where is Gianna Rose?" She didn't check in today, the day I was supposed to get the answer to that little promotion I offered her.
Apart from me knows her answer would be yes, especially since she's taking care of the little Russian heir and daughter of the deadliest assassin in the world. My men did tons of digging and found more information on Gianna.
Her full name is Gianna Rose Rostov, her mother, Angelina Rose was the heir to a dangerous Italian Drug Cartel in New York. But her family sold her to the Bratva, Valentine Rostov. She was 18 years old when she married him, 19 when she had her first son Leonid Rostov, 22 when she had her second son Luka Rostov, and 24 when she had Gianna.
Before Gianna was born, Angelina ran abandoning her two sons. She gave birth to Gianna in Italy with the help of some family friends but only hours after birth, Valentine found her and I'm guessing took her back home to where they would be a 'happy' family again.
Valentine took in a boy named Rowan Starkov, and from there, his and Gianna's story wasn't something my hackers could find but we do know they ended up engaged and pregnant with the heir to who they considered the heir to the Russian Mafia.
Sofia Rose Starkov was born when Gianna was 20 years old. 4 years later it looks like they ran, Gianna ended up in New York and became a stripper at my club. Dante Marino is the bouncer over here at my club and one of my guards, he's apparently quite close to Gianna and knows mini Starkov well along with Mila Castillo, the girl Raphael's screwing.
"She stayed at home today, a little family emergency popped up," Dante answered. I narrowed my eyes looking over his features. Dark skin, nicely edged hair, a stubbly beard, piercing green eyes, sharp jawline, muscular and tall. He held a straight face leaving him undetectable. "Capo, if you are trying to catch me lying, I wouldn't waste my time, she's at home, call her if you want."
I sucked in a breath running a hand down my face in frustration. "I'm leaving early, you're in charge," I said standing up adjusting my suit.
Dante nodded pulling out his phone, "would you like me to inform Gianna of your arrival?"
I tensed turning to face him, "excuse me?"
A smirk spread on Dante's face as he leaned on the front of my desk folding his arms causing his muscles to bulge. "I've known you for years, Enzo, that look in your eyes is an obsession growing at every thought of her. She's your bad drug. That look in your eyes could murder, just do me a favor." He walked up to me placing a hand on my shoulder. "Whatever you do, don't hurt Gianna any more than she already has. You'd be surprised the shit she's been through."
Without another word, Dante walked out of my office. My jaw ticked in frustration; I didn't want to feel this way about a woman I've only known for a little over a week but obsession runs in the Marcelio family.
I turned on my heel walking out of my office towards the back. Before I could reach the exit, I was pushed against the wall. Cynthia. "I missed you," she let out a girly chuckle rising on her tiptoes to capture my lips on hers.
Before her lips could touch mine, my hand gripped the back of her head throwing her to the other wall. She let out a whimper holding onto the wall to catch herself. "Put your fucking hands on me again," my hand wrapped around her neck, "and you won't have any." I roughly pushed her frightened body away waking out of the back entrance.