❝𝒱𝒾𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝒶, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝑒𝓂𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑒.❞
˜*°• 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇
Victoria Russo grew up in a world full of money, crime and powerful families. Being a part of the Sacred Eight families, she knew what it mean...
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THE BEGINNING OF THE STORM
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WHENVICTORIA WOKE UP THE NEXT MORNING, the first thing she noticed was her head resting on something hard that was rising and falling rhythmically. She opened her eyes and realized she was cuddled up to Lorenzo, who was holding her close as if he never wanted to let go. Her head was on his chest and her arm was draped around his waist. She smiled and tried to sit up, but Enzo tightened his embrace, pulling her even closer than before. Victoria rested her chin on his chest and looked at him. When they got their breathing under control after their first time together last night, they went for a second round before they fell asleep wrapped in each other.
"You're staring," Enzo murmured, his morning voice deep and hoarse. He opened his eyes and looked at the girl in his arms, brushing his fingers against her arm and sending shivers through her body.
"I'm not," she replied, wrinkling her nose cutely.
Enzo chuckled and rolled them over, hovering above her as he pressed kisses all over her face, except her lips, making her giggle. Then Victoria cupped his cheeks, bringing his face closer to hers, and puckered her lips, waiting for a kiss. He chuckled again and was ready to crash his lips into hers, but his phone started to ring. Murmuring under his nose, he collapsed next to her, grabbed his phone and pressed it to his ear.
Seeing it as an opportunity to rise from bed, Victoria fixed the t-shirt she was wearing and grabbed his hoodie from the ground, pulling it over her head. She got out of bed and went to the bathroom. After a few minutes, she came back to the bedroom, but Lorenzo was already out of bed and standing in their closet.
"They need their boss?" Victoria asked as she leaned against the wall in their closet, her eyes following his every movement. The muscles of his back shifted subtly when he reached for his shirt and Victoria bit on her lower lip. He had a beautiful, strong and sexy back that was now adorned with a few red scratch marks she left last night.
"Yeah," he replied, grabbing his clothes and coming to stand in front of her, "but I should be back in a few hours. I'll let you know when I'm on my way home," he pressed a quick, but soft kiss to her lips and she nodded.
Fifteen minutes later, Lorenzo was gone, leaving her alone in the house. Victoria came back to their bedroom, sighed and dropped onto the bed, landing on her back. Staring at the ceiling, she started to think about last night.
