LOGINValentinaCielo follows me into the bedroom. "Tina? You can't do this.""I can't marry you, Cielo.""Great fucking time to figure that out.""And you can't marry me. It's not what either of us want." I pick up the ring from the nightstand and get to my feet. I hold it out to him."You don't know what I want." He pushes my hand away."Isn't that a problem?" I ask."You're tired, that's all. Look at you." He lifts my glasses off my face. "Are you getting any sleep? You look fucking exhausted.""I am exhausted, but it doesn't have anything to do with this. I can't marry you. I don't want to hurt you, but I don't love you, Cielo. Not like that. I'm sorry."He snorts. "This isn't about love. It has nothing to do with love.""What?" I ask, taken aback. It's not the response I expect. I was afraid I'd hurt him with those words, but that doesn't seem to be it at all.He shakes his head. "Nothing. Forget it. Look, you're tired," he says. He closes his hand around mine, the one that is holding
ValentinaMy mind wanders to the ball five years ago. I was seventeen, months from turning eighteen. Cielo had been away at college. He hadn't seen me since school had started, and I'd wanted to make an impression when he got home. Mira had helped me choose my dress then, too, and Dad hadn't liked it much because he'd thought it was too revealing. He'd made me wear a silk wrap, which Mira had hated, but I didn't mind. To be honest, the dress was a little lower cut than I was comfortable with, but Mira Ricci is not an easy woman to say no to.There is a pattern here. None of the Riccis take no for an answer very easily.That year I'd worn a full face, ornate mask bought from a specialty shop in Venice. It had cost a fortune, but I knew I wanted it as soon as I saw it in one of Mrs. Ricci's magazines, and I saved up. But it hadn't been Cielo who'd been surprised that night. It had been me.Nicholas Hendrick had come to the party. Not that he'd been invited, but given the masks, he'd man
ValentinaIt’s Saturday morning, the last weekend before Christmas. Just a few days to go.I used to love these days growing up, used to want to draw them out as long as I could. Most kids love Christmas morning. I get it. You’re anxious to get to the gifts.For me, though, it was always over too soon, and I wanted to make it last. I loved having my dad home with me and not off to his endless meetings, and for some reason, he’d talk about Mom more over the holiday. He’d tell the same stories every year and wipe away tears that didn’t lessen over time.Weirdly, I liked seeing this. It entranced me that my father loved this woman who’d given birth to me—who I had no recollection of—so very much. Mom loved Christmas, and they seem to be some of their happiest memories. I don’t think he realized how much I needed to hear those stories.Now, though, I dread it all. I wish it were over and it was January already.I sit on the edge of the bed in my apartment, a mug of coffee warming my hands
NicholasThe top two floors of the Oasis Tower building are taken up by Russo & Ricci Enterprises. I ride the elevator to the top, watching the lights of the city below through the glass walled elevator. It’s after ten o’clock on Friday night, and the building is empty.Sly himself will be heading back to Sinistral tonight.Big night tomorrow. The Ricci annual masquerade ball will be back for the first time since the shit hit the fan with Russo. I’m sure Sly is anxious to get there and collect all those congratulations, the pats on the back, the nods of we knew it couldn’t be you bullshit because up until Horatio Russo took the plea deal and confessed to it all, those same people kept their distance from Sly Ricci, not wanting to be ensnared in his web.“Cecilia just emailed the last of the paperwork,” Nigella says, and I turn to her, having almost forgotten she was there.“Good,” I say, adjusting my tie and checking the time. “Once we get his signature, you’ll head back to Atlanta an
Nicholas"It doesn't matter. It doesn't mean anything.""You're wrong on both counts." I draw my nose up along her neck, close my teeth over the shell of her ear. I hold her, listen to her uneven breathing. "I made a mistake that night. I should have fucked you."She swallows. Is she aware her body is leaning into mine?"Do you know when I stripped you naked when you were passed out, do you know what I wanted to do? I wanted to spread your legs and bury my face in your sweet pussy and eat you until you fucking screamed.""Nicholas—""I wanted to spread your ass cheeks and get a good look at you, all of you, before sinking my cock deep inside you. And when you came into the shower and knelt before me, when I took your mouth, fuck me, V, it took all I had to be careful with you.""Stop. Please.""Tell me the fucking truth. Tell me you want me.""I can't.""Tell me. Say it."'"I hate you!" A tear slides down one cheek and I lick it, tasting the salt of it."Say my name. Tell me you want
Nicholas"I went to see your father because it's not right that he should be behind bars while Sullivan Ricci walks free. Your father would not have stolen from the company he built, from the people he spent his life taking care of. The company that would have been his legacy."She jams her finger on the button, but it's still in the lobby. "You know what? I don't care why you saw him. I don't even care that you told him."The elevator begins its climb up. "Wait.""No." She leans on that button."I went to offer my help.""Your help? Right!""And do you know what he asked me to do?"She faces me. "Hear me, Nicholas. For once, fucking hear me. I. Do. Not. Care!" She spins to face away from me, so I go to her, take her arm, make her look at me. I'm so close, I smell her perfume, the same one she wore that night. The one that, if I breathe in deeply, I let myself imagine I can still smell on my pillowcase."He told me not to let you marry that son-of-a-bitch." She stares up at me as the
NicholasPastValentina nods off as Hamish maneuvers streets that grow increasingly quiet as snow blankets Boston. Hamish isn't only my driver. Nigella Gibson, my attorney, introduced me to him when I needed help with a situation that required special handling. He's been with me ever since. He does
NicholasPastI'm reclining in a pool chair drinking a beer when the Riccis return from their wining and dining night out with Mr. Russo and whoever's money they're trying to get. Mom's asleep. I didn't tell her what happened tonight, what I did to Cielo. I lost my cool with the kid, although he's
NicholasThe three of them disappear, Mrs. Ricci giving me a sneer over her shoulder before she vanishes. I pick up the debris from the lights, which I admit look pretty good. I head to the cottage to shower. I wave to Mom, who is in the kitchen of the main house making popcorn for the kids.Kids.
NicholasPastSweet SixteenAt twenty-one, I still live in the cottage on the Riccis' property. I realize I'm too old to be living with my mommy, but I have three very good reasons for staying.Sly Ricci, Mira Ricci, and Cielo Ricci.Sly is just an asshole, and I never know when he'll attack. Mira






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