Ariana Miranda just moved from quiet and calm Uruguay, to busy and crowded New York City for work. She was getting used to her new life there as a fashion designer assistant, when a man pushes Ariana right into his dangerous world.
Lucca isn't involved in the mafia, or so he thinks. But once he realizes how deep in the business he is involved, it's too late.
Lucca doesn't want her, by no means, involved that atrocious business. But once involved in the mafia, you can't call quits. You're in.
I was laughing so hard my chest hurt. Lucca was naked standing at the end of the bed. He grabbed my ankle and pulled me roughly to him, he then got on top of me.
-Oh, baby girl, you are hurting my ego. - He murmured in my ear and started kissing all over my neck. He then started stripping me from my underwear.
The laughing stopped, now we were both on cloud nine of pleasure. He then got on his knees. He picked me up to his chest with one arm. As I wrapped my legs around him, he moved us higher up in the bed. Then there was a knock on the door.
- Ignore it. - I said between kisses and he continued having his way with me.
- Boss, sorry to interrupt, but you have to see this. - Aaron's voice came from the other side of the door.
- Ah, f*ck. - He pulled back and I sighed, but stayed on the bed. Lucca pulled his shirt over my head and pulled the covers over me. He picked up a towel and tied it around his waist.
When he opened the door a crack, I heard them mumbling. Then Lucca was handed an envelope. He opened it and two seconds after all hell broke loose. Vases, coffee tables, chairs and everything in the room went smashing on the walls. Lucca was trashing the room while yelling, completely furious. I quickly got up and tried to calm him down, but there was no use. I grabbed the envelope to see inside.
Pictures of me and Lucca in his bed, taken from outside. At the bottom of the picture where we were asleep, said: "She's in".