Book One
Aria Rossi grows up is in a family war between her family and the Violante's. This story follows her journey as a young sheltered child through the challenges that arise ahead.
Lies, loyalty, deceit, ambition, pain, trust, love, and fami...
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Chapter 43
~Aria POV~*five months after Orlando's arrest
I roll off Djordje, flopping onto the bed. He barely manages to lift his arm to pull me against him, both of us panting heavily. "That was-" His accent is strong after his orgasm, his skin soft and sweaty against mine.
"Needed," I murmur, closing my eyes as I listen to his heart thundering in his chest.
"I was going to say amazing but yes, much needed," He agrees, pressing his lips to my hair. "Orlando does not mind you coming here?"
I tense slightly at Sierra's father's mention, "I'm my own woman. I can do as I please," I say, my voice coming out clipped.
"Yes," Djordje concedes, "I just need to be prepared if he comes over with his brothers to jump me in the dead of night."
I scoff, "He won't do that!"
"He sure as hell would!" He counters. I bite back my response, letting my silence be the affirmative answer. "I love that you still come over. I miss having you around."
"I miss being here too," I admit. I come here as often as I can, sometimes with Sierra, letting her run around in the green house. Sometimes by myself for stress-relief like today. "I should probably get going though. We have plans with Orlando's parents for a movie tonight," I sigh, leaning up to kiss Djordje's cheek before climbing from his bed.
He watches me dress, drawing the sheets across his middle. "You should come to my birthday party next weekend," He says, throwing his arms behind his head.
I giggle, unable to stop myself. Djordje smiles at that. "You're planning a birthday party? I thought you hated birthdays!"
"Yes," He makes a face, "My uncle is making me so I can start finding someone to marry."
"And ruin your chance at being a bachelor?" I ask, reaching over and lifting a bra left under his bed that is way too small to be mine. "The scandal!" I shake the bra for extra effect in an attempt to embarrass him.
Djordje throws his head back laughing deeply, hand on his chest. "I'm serious!"
"I'll try," I promise, throwing the bra at him. He catches it deftly as I tug on my own sports bra then shirt. "Whose is that?"
He shrugs, "Some girl I met at the bar the other night."
I nod, "You can't marry her?"
His eyes widened, "God no! She was psycho!"
"What did she do?" I grin, picking my phone up from his desk.
"She wanted to have very rough sex. I was scared!"
I nod again, conceding his point. "I will try to come next weekend to find you a non-psycho wife!"
"Thank you!" He calls as I head for the door. "Text me when you're home! Love you!"
