Chapter 3 LEAVING ITALY

LEAVING ITALY

ZOEY POV

I felt as if the world had come to a standstill. I held James's shoulder for support, utterly sick to the stomach as Dad told us the whole story about the accident.

"So you guys are not our biological parents and I also had a brother alongside my parents who died?" I trembled slightly, disheartened.

"Yes, Zoey," Dad responded, his head bent low, seemingly in shame as James and I held each other, craving the comfort of each other.

"Thank you for helping us and not leaving us to die but I've got to say this," I said, disengaging from James.

"We won't be living in your house anymore," I said firmly staring at the man I knew as my own father all my life. I wish we could stay because he was a good man, but I can no longer bear the maltreatment I endlessly receive from my foster mother.

"I understand," he said, staring away. I could feel the pain in his voice, of course, because he genuinely loved us. So did my foster mother, but not until she changed after giving birth to her first child, whom I had originally thought was my kid brother.

"We wouldn't want to stay in this country either, Da.... Mr. Charles. Please, do us a favour of buying two tickets for us to London," I added positively.

"But how would you guys survive?" He asked worriedly.

"That's our cross to bear, sir. Don't worry about us." James replied while dad sighed deeply, caressing his forehead tiredly.

"London it is, then," he said inhaling deeply with a sad smile playing on his lips.

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Back to the present day. . .

JANUARY TWENTY ONE 2024

And that was how James and I moved to London. My foster father got us an apartment, but after a few months, we never heard from him again. Good thing I met Mara.

Mara has been our backbone ever since. She's from a wealthy home but got disowned by her parents after she got pregnant for her crazy boyfriend, who in turn, denied the pregnancy and broke up with her, leaving her shattered and broken.

Having lost the baby, we both searched aimlessly for a job and luckily she got one, but now, I'm the only one left looking for a vacant job. Although we tended to live and survive together, it still wasn't easy since life itself has been so unfair to us but we still managed to pull through each day. I couldn't be more grateful.

"He's not here yet," I heard her say, jolting me out of my thoughts.

"Do you suggest we look for him?" I implied.

"Possibly. We could if you want," she shrugged, closing the door as she walked back to the dining area.

"That boy won't be the death of me." I muttered under my breath.

"He's a man, he can do whatever he wants. You can't babysit him always, Zoey," she said, obviously she had heard me. I chuckled at her word "babysit".

"I don't mind babysitting a grown up man." I shrugged, snickering. Of course, I can't just sit around.

"You've got to go rest now, you look exhausted," she added while I shook my head negatively.

"I'm not," I opposed just as a traitorous yawn escaped my mouth. She gave me the, 'I told you so' look before I grabbed my purse.

"Fine, Miss Mara," I stood up and tied my hair up properly.

"Good night and thanks for the meal." I whispered, grinning while she rolled her eyes at me, smiling.

I turned and walked towards my room, I was stressed out and needed a rest. Looking for a job in London isn't easy at all. I was lost in thoughts that I almost missed a step.

"Shit!" I cursed, turned the doorknob and got inside my room. Not caring to take a shower, I slumped on the bed and dozed right off.

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Asher Stefano Dawnson 's Resident. {10:20 pm}

ASHER POV

"Oh baby, oh yeah, fuck baby! This is heaven!" the Italian bitch moaned loudly, her eyes closed as she caressed her breasts while I slammed into her honey pot with my big tool. I used my fingers to fondle her right nipple before brushing my thumb on her red soft lips while she held tightly onto the pillows.

Soon enough, I got bored of the same style, so I pulled out. Rolling her over, I made her kneel and bend while I slid my dick with so much ease into her asshole in what we call the doggy style.

"Oh yeah, ba..." I didn't let her finish her statement before I slid out and slid into her again with full force.

"Ah!" She cried out. I saw some droplets of tears from the corner of her eyes which made me harder as I banged her more.

"Call my name!" I ordered, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back roughly.

"Oh Asher, you're so f..... fucking sweet, you're a sex god, Asher!" She cried out holding onto the headboard like her life depended on it. In no time, I felt her jerking and her body wiggling.

I was about to come when I quickly pulled out. Ordering her to go on her knees, I pumped my dick, watching as my savoury sperms blessed her face.

"Ah, oh my..." she moaned licking up my cum. She couldn't hold my dick because of her quivering body, so instead, she licked the tip of my dick, making me groan. I walked over to the dressing mirror, grabbed some bundles of dollars and threw it across to her.

"Leave!" I ordered harshly, but still feeling her gaze on me.

"But I thought we..we were a thing..." she stuttered while I shot her a hard glare.

She quickly picked her money and clothes, leaving the room half naked. I groaned, ambling towards the bathroom to take a cold shower.

Being the most feared and richest mafia Don had its advantage. The women, the fame and wealth, the fear in everyone's eyes. But sometimes everything seemed somehow ridiculous.

"Asher," I heard a familiar voice. That must be Nicole, my ex-girlfriend. Wonder what's she doing here.

I opened the bathroom door, stepping out with just a towel around my waist when she turned swiftly, drooling hungrily at the sight of my half naked body while I walked towards the dressing mirror to apply some lotion, paying no attention to her.

"What are you doing here, Nicole? We are done, I made it clear to you over the phone," I said while I turned to look at her. She gulped nervously.

Okay when did Nicole start getting nervous? She had always been that crazy and fearless girl I knew.

"You can't just get rid of me like that, Asher," she began sobbing.

Okay here we go, I must say I dislike what's happening right now.

"Nicole, don't make this hard on yourself. I don't love you, okay?"

"But you said you did!"

"I never said so, I only said be my girlfriend." I defended

"Oh really, Asher? You know what? Y.... you, I hate you! I hate you so much. Read my lips, you will PAY FOR THIS!" She exclaimed before leaving the room and banging the door loudly.

I heaved a sigh, walking over to the bed. Good thing I wasn't with my gun, I'd have blown off her fucking head the moment she stepped into this room. Utterly relieved, I slumped on the bed, drifting off to sleep.