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Inferno Heart

A no strings attached night of pleasure with a hot stranger turned sour for Gemma when she woke up the following morning to find out that she had been kidnapped by no other but the same hot stranger, who happens to be one of her mafia family's rivals. Unable to escape, she decides to piss off her captor in every way she could. But what she didn't know was that pissing Miguel off would do her no good. ~Excerpt "Just this once, after tonight, you aren’t going to see him again." These were the words that Gemma kept saying to herself in her head as she and Sebastian stumbled into his hotel room, their lips locked in a searing kiss, and their hands fumbling to take off each other’s clothes. "I…. I usually don’t do this," Gemma murmured into Sebastian’s mouth. And then, She reprimanded herself for sounding so cliche. Isn’t that the sentence that every girl says to their one nightstand? "I know," Sebastian said as he kissed his way down her throat. "How do you….." Gemma forgot what she wanted to say when he kissed her pulse point and sucked on it. Gemma nearly drowned from the noise that was inside her head, asking her to leave before things got out of hand, before her father and her brothers found out that she was missing. "I think I should be…." Gemma didn’t get to finish her sentence because Sebastian shut her up with a kiss. He slid his tongue into her mouth and Gemma opened up for him. "Oh…."

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Miguel’s Family

That night Gemma slept like a baby and by the time she woke up in the morning, she found a note on her nightstand from Miguel. 

 

"We have a party to attend together this evening, be ready by 8 pm."

~Miguel

 

Gemma smiled as she climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up. She should be angry at Miguel for not telling her about the party earlier, but she wasn't.

 When she went to the kitchen, Stella was standing by the stove stirring something in a pan, humming to herself.

 

"Good morning Mrs. Greco," Stella greeted Gemma, smiling. 

 

"Stella, I have told you to just call me Gemma, you call Miguel by his first name why can't you do the same with me?" 

 

Stella's smile widened. "I'm sorry, I keep forgetting. Did you sleep well?" 

 

"Yes, very well actually," Gemma climbed one of the stools by the kitchen island. "What are you making?"