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Mia took a slow drag of the half-burnt cigarette, laughing hysterically as she saw the pictures of Antonio with her__ Layla. Her hands tightened in fury and the pictures crumpled under her palms. She knew exactly why he sent this.This was a reminder.A brutal, calculated reminder of her debt to the Moranos.Mia’s PastShe watched him as he walked through the doors of the Morano Mansion. He was no longer the weak little boy that she snuck food out for. In his place stood a man. Tall, broad-shouldered, his muscular arms flexing beneath the fabric of his fitted shirt and his dark hair fell lazily across his forehead.Leonardo Morano.She heard the rumours from the other maids, of how ruthless he was, carving up his enemies and leaving a bloodbath wherever he went. The rest shuddered in fear of him, But MiaMia was enthralled.He thrilled her. His very presence ignited something wild in her.Leonardo felt an intense gaze and he looked up, catching a familiar face staring at him. Her eyes

“Make way, Ex-Friend.”Alessia was bumped out of the way and brushed off by Sophia, her best friend, who was holding tons of shopping bags. More and more bags went past the huge archway door of Villa Fiorita before unveiling a surprise.“Aaaaah!”Alessia threw herself carefully into the outstretched arms as she squealed in happiness.Layla.“I missed you, Layla! How was the surgery?” Ten more questions followed as Alessia got quite carried away, trying to check up on her friend.Layla squirmed in Alessia’s arms; her best friend was literally suffocating her with love.“Aisssh, break it up, Al. You’re squishing our poor friend,” Sophia rolled her eyes as she took long strides, snatching Layla out of Alessia’s arms.Layla visibly released a deep breath.“Oh darling, I hugged you too tight. I just missed you!” Alessia’s lips trembled in excitement. She felt giddy and ecstatic seeing her friend after four whole years.“Ah, nice knowing you, Alessia. You have declared that you love Layla m

Alessia fought to snap her eyes open. The dull ache between her thighs was a reminder of what had happened the previous night. Propping her head up with her left arm as support under her chin, her eyes landed on the huge wall mirror beside the bed. Leonardo had made her face this mirror the entire time he took her.“Look, Topolina, watch how well you take my cock,” Leonardo had said, holding up her head to face the mirror as he rammed into her from behind. Alessia had watched in a mixture of horror and lust as his huge cock slipped into her warm hole. She saw how needy her expressions were, how she looked beneath him—begging for his cock, how her eyes rolled back, and how her lips quivered in pleasure.“Shhh,” Alessia patted her cheeks, trying to bring herself back to the present.Gosh, she was a mess. Her cheeks heated in embarrassment as she took in her state. Her hair was in full volume, curls sticking out in every direction. Her neck was covered in bite marks and hickeys. She furt

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.