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Roberto laughed manically as the remains of Levi were carried into the Rossini estate. In a way, she was family, having grown up in this massive villa surrounded by roses.He stepped forward, crouching near the bloodied mess wrapped in plastic. “Ah, Levi, Levi, Levi,” he drawled, shaking his head. “For someone so good at carving others, you sure didn’t see your own ending coming, huh?” His laughter echoed through the hall, dark and hollow.Alessia stood at the entrance, her chest tightening. The air felt suffocating. Levi wasn’t a saint, but she was never supposed to go out like this. Not skinned. Not butchered like an animal. Her fingers curled into fists.She turned on her heel and walked out, her mind racing. Someone had answers, and she was going to get them.The Sparrow was bustling with life. Alessia made her way through sweaty bodies and loud music to the last floor where the office was located. Guvano sat slumped against the dark shirvel chair, his face swollen, his arms heav

The body was skinned skillfully, stripped of its outer flesh, and the eyeballs had been pulled from their sockets. This was Levi’s psychotic signature. Yet, this was not Levi's handiwork. Someone else had gotten to them first. Leonardo Morano's grip tightened around his gun as he turned to face the now-empty chains that had once held Niccolo Romano—the traitor. His voice was deathly calm at first, but the room vibrated with his fury as he spoke. "You all mean to tell me that the Creek—a one-way-in-and-out area, thousands of miles away from civilization, surrounded by hundreds of men and drones—was breached? That someone walked in and walked out with a fucking living person weighing over 180 pounds, and not one camera or human caught a damn thing?" He fumed in anger, rage burning in his eyes. Leonardo's fingers twitched as he pointed his gun at the nearest man, the urge to pull the trigger and kill every single one of the incompetent fools was overpowering. Salvador

"Cazzo."Shards of glass went flying in all directions. The men standing around didn’t dare to breathe. The figure was pacing in anger, his hands pulled back against his obsidian-black hair.“Brother, they fucking crossed the line,” the figure—Marcello Rossini—growled. The Creek had been managed by the Rossinis, starting with Antonio before being handed down to Roberto, who was seated behind the wooden oak table in the office—an opposite of Marcello’s outburst.Only those who knew him well could tell that beneath the stone-cold face, a demon burned with fury.Roberto stared at the men in the room. His cold gaze pierced through them, making them shudder in fear. No one could tell what he was thinking.“We have a rat.” His voice was decibels below normal, yet dreadfully cold.Marcello kept silent the moment his older brother began to speak.Roberto continued, “So I brought in a cat.”The men glanced at each other in confusion, trying to decrypt his words.A figure stepped into the room.

She could hear the heavy footsteps and the opening of drawers. With her sense of sight restricted, her other senses became far more alert. Alessia felt goosebumps breaking out on her skin due to tension.She knew he was testing her. Waiting. Giving her a chance to back out.Leonardo stood still for minutes, taking in the sight in front of him. Her dark obsidian curls were the only covering on her skin; the rest of her toned body glistened in the light. He watched as her chest heaved in tension, as her toes curled in anticipation, her heavy, perky breasts pushed out, her pink, juicy areolas erect, waiting for his touch. Gosh, her p*ssy… He saw the long line of sweat that journeyed down the middle of her chest, down to the smooth labia, and soon disappearing into her smooth nectar.She was a work of art—ethereal and all his.Now, here she was, for him to ruin.He knew she was a submissive at heart. She always complained, but he knew how wet she got after getting a spanking. Alessia was a

"They have declared war, Capo. This time, the Creeks were attacked." The urgency and dread fell in heavy drops from the voice at the other end of the line.The muscles of his jaw constricted into an ugly, tight clamp. Leonardo Morano held the phone tightly, almost smashing the metal device in his iron grip. His expression darkened, and the temperature in the room dropped drastically.The Creeks were a stronghold and harbour under Morano control, where their ships containing drugs, weapons, and itineraries were placed. For someone to attack meant they had a f*cking rat."Get the profile of every man, woman, and anything breathing together and f*cking sniff out that rat," he barked, his voice menacingly low and laced with anger."Yes, Capo."Leonardo turned towards Salvador, who had been standing by the corner, not daring to breathe. "Send word to get the jet ready. Make sure no one knows we have left this island."Salvador nodded in a deep bow. "Yes, Capo." Turning quickly, he exited t

Alessia woke up once again, feeling like a truck had run through her.“Ugh! That bitch,” Alessia cursed in anger as she remembered how Valeria had drugged her.“Where am I?” Alessia stared at the white ceiling. Looking around, the room where she was held captive was different from the first room she had woken up in.Alessia looked at her arms and legs. “Strange, why didn’t they tie me up?”Not waiting any longer, Alessia dragged the white sheets off the bed to use as a makeshift rope.“Finally, my room-escaping skills will come in handy,” Alessia muttered to herself as she made the tight knot.She looked out of the window to gauge the distance, and her heart dropped.“Clouds? Why were there clouds?” Alessia’s knees buckled as she realized the answer—she was in a plane flying to an unknown destination.Alessia sat muddled in the corner when the door suddenly opened.“Good to see you are awake, Miss. Please have your breakfast.”The speaker was Salvador. Alessia trembled in fear as he p