Friends

Vincenzo's P.O.V.

I raced my car as fast as it could go. Rosario just texted me that Ivan Volkov was home. I couldn't believe my luck. I wanted him as far as possible from Rosalyn and he is at our place. I can just hope that he didn't see her.

If it hadn't been for her I won't have cared about him coming at our place. The memory of his half sister was still bright in my mind. I still remember the way I had found her stabbed in the neck with a fork with her hands around it. Her eyes wide open and the look of pure bliss on her face. I don't think I had ever seen her that happy. Volkov had have her just like me. But unlike Carla that girl was one of his whores. When he came to know about her he took the child from her and gave her to his son. I really pitied her.

Suddenly the memory of Rosalyn holding Iris came to my mind. Her smile when she looked at the child and cooed at her making my heart clench. No, I won't let that bastard get his hands on her.

My mansion came in view and I sighed in relief when I saw Rosario's car already parked on the entrance. I quickly rushed out of the car giving my keys to the valet. Then I composed myself since I don't want that bastard to think I care about Rosalyn. But when I entered the hall, nothing could have prepared me for what I was seeing. I froze when I saw Rosalyn chatting and laughing happily with Ivan. He too was looking at her with a warm smile on his face. There was no sign of malice on his face but pure adoration. Rosalyn had her head thrown back in laughter, her black curls bouncing and her face was illuminated with sunlight casting a warm glow on her face. She looked beautiful.

She patted Ivan on his  back while he laughed. Rosalyn wasn't the type to become friendly with anyone. She was reserved type of person. Then why is she acting so friendly with this bastard.

My lips upturned in a snarl. I noticed Rosario sitting next to them with his jaws tenses and fists clenched and I knew that he too had no idea on what is happening.

I cleared my throat gaining their attention, the warm smile on Ivan's face faded and suddenly the Ivan I knew was back.

"Ivan Volkov. I didn't knew you were coming here."

He just smirked at me.

"I was actually here to give my deepest condolences for the loss of your wife. I am really sorry about what happened Roza. And trust me I didn't knew anything about your mother."

He told her with actual sympathy in his voice.

But why the fuck did he call her Roza?! How long have they known each other.

Rosalyn smiled weakly at her

" It's ok Ivan. She was never home. You never got to meet her. Of course you didn't know. "

" ehm mind me asking how do you both know each other."

I saw from the corner of my eyes Rosario leaning forward.

"We actually met in a cafe when we were fifteen. Ever since then we have been best friends. But this idiot left me six months ago without telling me anything. But I am happy he is back."

She said while smacking his bicep playfully but his whole attention was on me.

I knew he went to Russia. We actually tried to kill him since he did an attempt on my life but I was in luck. The bullet missed all vital organs. Though I had to be on bed rest for a month. He had to fled Russia.

God this girl is a trouble magnet. Seriously, Ivan, why would she make him her best friend.

I nodded in acknowledgments before asking Rosalyn to leave us alone to talk. She exchanged her phone number with that bastard and I wanted nothing more than smash their phones. As if seeing my inner struggle that bastard smirked at me.

I sat on one of the couches before gesturing him to take a seat.

Ahh I sio want to strangle this bastard right here.

Rosalyn's P.O.V.

After exchanging phone numbers with Ivan, I decided on quickly changing into some comfy clothes and taking a look around this castle like place.

I quickly hurried to my room and changed into one of grey sweat pants and a black shirt and started looking around the mansion.

I turned right and a living room came in view. There was a white L shaped couch arrangement with a black coffee table that had beautiful red roses kept in a white vase. There was a TV bigger than I had ever seen. There was magazines case next to the coffee table. I came across numerous doors in between. I came across a staircase leading downstairs. I climbed down the steps and there was a glass sliding door. Across it was a swimming pool with a grill in the corner under the shed. I saw a mini-fridge near the drill. There were folding chairs next to the pool and a table with chairs and an umbrella above it.

This will be fun.

I thought to myself before moving on.

As I went around I came across the west wing. Its door was closed but I could hear voices from behind the red door of giggling of women. I pressed my ear against it.

"-know right. Fuck he is so hot."

" my friend worked for him. She told me he is a complete sex god"

"Yep I mean I so want to run my hand through his red hair. Will he come to play with us."

"ughh I don't know you know he is Russian mafia. And Italian and Russian mafia don't sit well together."

I couldn't hear the rest.

Ivan is in MAFIA?!

I stumbled away from the door. I heard footsteps and Mr. Delarosa and Rosario's voice. I quickly opened a black door and hid myself beside the vanity. I don't know whose room it was. Everything was in a black and light grey contrast. There was a huge four poster bed in the middle of the room with white sheets and black cover and pillows decorated on it . There was a shelf with lots of books. Next to the shelf was a study table and chair. There was a black couch facing away the bed and a window pane which faced the garden. I hid myself beside the vanity and waited for the voices in the hallway to fade. I could hear them both talking animatedly but I couldn't understand a word they were saying. I looked around the room and spotted a few trophies on the chest drawers and I immediately regretted hiding here.

The door opened revealing Rosario who sauntered in the room releasing intense frustration and arousal, that had me curling my toes, as it caressed me in the most intimate ways. I saw him pause in the middle of his room while mumbling something in Italian. I then saw him going towards his study table and taking out something from his drawers. I couldn't see what it was.

He then opened his shirt and got rid of his pants making my eyes widened. His muscular yet lean body with six pack abs and broad shoulders was on display making me drool. His strong thighs and biceps flexed with his every move as he moved around the room. Then I saw him lying on his bed and taking that piece of cloth making my eyes widen.

That was a thong. And it looked strangely familiar.

He then pushed his boxers down revealing seven inch long semi hard dick. He then wrapped his hand around his cock and squeezed it before stroking it. He then took the thongs and put it near his nose before inhaling deeply and I could see his dick hardening as he started rubbing it. He then groaned a bit before swiping his thumb on the tip to gather the precum and then he started stroking himself faster. He was groaning loudly while he rubbed his cock faster. I couldn't take my eyes of him. He then took the thong in his hand and started rubbing himself.

" fuck tesoro, that's right ride daddy's cock"

He groaned as he pumped his cock mumbling how sexy whoever Tesoro and how she was only his baby girl.

I felt a pain in my chest but I shrugged it off.

Huh? Why do I feel sad.

I watched him in a trance like state when he finally shooted his loads while roaring loudly. Then he quickly got up and went to the bathroom. I quickly took the opportunity and ran out of the door. After turning from a hallway, I pressed my back against the wall and took deep breaths.

What in the chocolatey hell was that?!

I then looked forward to find a beautiful black grand piano near the window. The sun was illuminating it. It looked untouched. All my thoughts left my head as I tip-toed towards it. I took the proper posture before running my hands over the ebony and ivory keys. A smile made its way on my face as I took a deep breath in and relaxed while releasing it. And soon the room was filled with melancholic tune.

As my fingers made my their way on the keys I leaned my head back with my eyes half closed.

I played, about my happy ignorant days, the keys creating a happy tune with pinch of loneliness reminding myself of the part how I used to wonder why my mom couldn't come my concerts. Why my father- who I can't even call my father - never accompanied me in my concerts. Then I added a pinch of happiness in the part where Ivan came like a sunshine and started coming to my concerts, saving me from the loneliness of my own shows since I knew no one there. Then I added where my mother suddenly vanished, I mourned for her, the notes filling the void that she created in her stead. And then I played on to the Delarosa men, but I stopped. And for the first time in so many years, I didn't knew how to express them. Cause even my own feelings for them were a jumbled mess. I sighed, but jolted when I felt a familiar soothing warmth aura with Lust promininent caressing me, making me open my eyes, I found Rosario leaning against the wall looking at me strangely. I felt as if  my face  was on fire remembering what I saw in his room.

"Who is tesoro?"

I blurted out.

He looked shocked for a moment before searching my face feeling suspicious. I kept my poker face on. He looked satisfied with my expression. He sighed and smirked feeling amused before stalking towards me and I felt vulnerable. I felt like a prey who just opened its gate to death.

He stopped next to the piano leaning against it.

"tesoro means sweetheart in italian and the only sweetheart in my life is,"

He then leaned forward his face was inches away from my face and I could feel his minty breath fanning over my face as I felt his arousal caress my core, I squirmed in my seat not making a move to move away sitting frozen in my seat waiting for his answer.

He smirked,

" Is You "

He said making my heart thunder in my chest and making me gasp.