Luca's pov As I stepped out of the Claudia Mansion, the cool night air hit my face, a stark contrast to the suffocating tension inside. The garden lights illuminated the path, casting long shadows that seemed to follow me like ghosts. My mind churned with the name that had been thrown at me moments ago—Gerald Arnold. The familiarity of it tugged at something deep, something buried, but I couldn’t place it. Not yet.Pulling out my phone, I dialed Rico. He answered on the second ring."Boss," he greeted, his voice alert, as if he’d been waiting for my call."I need everything you can find on a man named Gerald Arnold," I said, my tone clipped. "Every detail. His business dealings, his connections, his weaknesses. Leave no stone unturned."Rico was silent for a moment, then asked, "Gerald Arnold? Why him?""He’s the one holding 3% of the Claudia empire," I explained, keeping my voice low even though I was alone. "He’s been labeled a leak. If I’m going to play their game, I need to know
Luca's pov The thought wouldn’t leave me alone as I sat in my study. Rico had always been straightforward when he needed to speak to me, either calling or showing up unannounced. Why had he sent the staff to me with his message this time? It was out of character, and the longer I thought about it, the more it gnawed at me.I picked up my phone and called him. The line rang, then went dead. Frowning, I tried again. Still no answer. My unease deepened, twisting into something more urgent. Rico wasn’t careless—not with his phone, not with anything.The clock read 11:47 p.m., but sleep wasn’t an option. I grabbed my jacket, slid into my shoes, and headed for the car. I needed to see Rico, to make sure he was okay.The streets were quiet, shadows stretching long under the dim streetlights as I drove to his apartment. The city, usually alive with noise, felt eerily subdued, as though it sensed my unease. When I arrived at Rico’s place, the sight of the dark windows sent a chill down my spi
Luca's pov The bar was alive with chaos—a symphony of drunken laughter, the rhythmic pounding of bass-heavy music, and the clink of glasses being slammed on tabletops. I slipped through the crowd with purpose, my eyes scanning the dimly lit room for the man who had made the mistake of threatening me. Gerald Arnold. A name that now tasted bitter on my tongue. He was a man in his late fifties but carried himself with the energy of someone far younger. His tailored suit did little to hide the predatory glint in his eyes as he casually sipped from a glass of whiskey at the far end of the room. I made my way toward him, weaving through clusters of rowdy patrons. But as I approached, he slid through the crowd like a phantom. I followed, my instincts sharp, my every step calculated. He wasn’t guarded—no men hovering near him, no shadows watching my movements. It seemed almost too easy. He slipped out a side door, and I followed, emerging into a narrow alley dimly lit by a flickering
Luca's pov The basement went eerily quiet as the five men hesitated, their hands trembling as they raised their phones to their ears. I watched them closely, my expression neutral but my mind razor-sharp, calculating every reaction.One by one, their faces drained of color as voices on the other end delivered news that left them visibly shaken. Thomas staggered back, his phone slipping from his fingers and clattering to the floor. Samuel’s breathing grew rapid, his lips parting as though to protest but no words came out.“Something wrong?” I asked, my voice calm, almost amused.Thomas was the first to break, his voice cracking. “How… how did you know?”I chuckled softly, the sound echoing in the damp basement. “Know what, Thomas? That your new wife is currently enjoying a very comfortable stay with my associates? That her safety depends entirely on your next move?”His knees buckled, and he gripped a nearby chair for support. I shifted my gaze to the others, continuing without mercy.
Alessia's Pov I woke up to the soft sunlight streaming through the curtains and the sharp sting of my alarm. The persistent notification on my phone reminded me of the dinner I had agreed to with Madam Claudia. It was supposed to be just the two of us, but even the thought of being alone with her made my stomach churn.Sighing, I got out of bed, ran a hand through my messy hair, and headed to Luca's study. If anyone could help me mentally prepare for this, it was him. When I reached the study, though, I froze at the sound of voices inside."I don’t trust this," Rico’s voice said, low and urgent."We don’t have a choice," Luca replied, his tone clipped. "If we don’t act now, it’ll be too late."Curiosity flared in me, but I knew better than to eavesdrop. Whatever they were planning seemed serious, and I didn’t want to intrude. I hesitated for a moment before turning away, leaving them to their discussion.I went back to my room, trying to shake off the unease creeping over me. After a
Alessia's Pov The sleek black car pulled up to the gates of the Claudia Mansion, an imposing structure shrouded in both grandeur and mystery. The massive iron gates opened slowly, revealing a long driveway lined with perfectly manicured hedges and stone fountains glistening under the evening lights. My heart pounded as we approached the mansion. Something about this place always left me uneasy, as though it held secrets that I wasn’t meant to uncover. The driver parked, and I stepped out, the crisp evening air biting against my skin. The mansion loomed before me, its gothic architecture both awe-inspiring and intimidating. I straightened my coat, took a deep breath, and walked up the grand staircase leading to the entrance. The heavy wooden doors swung open before I could knock, revealing Madam Claudia’s butler, a tall, stoic man with eyes as sharp as his posture. "Miss Alessia," he said, bowing slightly. "Madam is waiting for you in the drawing room. This way, please." I nodded,
Alessia's Pov I walked through the dimly lit hallway, my heels clicking softly against the polished floors, guided by a silent maid toward the guest bathroom. My mind was racing, heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and dread. Madam Claudia’s probing questions felt more like an interrogation than polite conversation. She had asked things only someone with an unsettling depth of knowledge about my life could ask, and it left me unnerved.When I reached the bathroom, the maid gave me a small nod before disappearing down the hall. I locked the door behind me and leaned against it, inhaling deeply in an attempt to steady myself. Pulling my phone from my coat pocket, I scrolled quickly to Luca’s number. My hands trembled slightly as I hit the call button.He answered almost immediately. "What's wrong?" His voice was sharp, filled with a mixture of concern and readiness."I need your help," I whispered, keeping my voice low just in case someone was listening."What happened?" he asked, his
Alessia's Pov She tilted her head slightly, a glint of amusement in her tone as she said, "Oh, don’t look so surprised. Of course, I heard your conversation in the bathroom. In this house, every call, every word, is as clear to me as the stars in the night sky."A chill ran down my spine, but I forced myself to stay composed. "I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised," I said, masking my unease with a polite smile. "The Claudia family is known for its... thoroughness."Her lips curled into a faint smirk, as if she were pleased by my response. "Thoroughness is essential when dealing with power, Alessia. I trust you’re beginning to understand that."The meal continued in tense silence for a while. I could feel her studying me, dissecting my every move, every expression. It was unnerving, like being under a microscope, but I refused to let her see me falter.Just as I began to think the evening couldn’t get any more unsettling, the doors to the dining room opened, and a man stepped in. The at
Andrea's Pov The flashbang’s blinding light faded slowly, leaving the room steeped in disorienting darkness and a heavy silence that draped over us like a shroud. I could barely see anything, but I could feel the adrenaline surging in my veins and the pounding in my head from the attack. For several long seconds, the only sound was my own ragged breathing and the echo of the shattered window where our masked attacker had escaped. When my vision cleared enough, I saw Sophia crouched near the desk, her gun still raised but trembling; I could feel my arm throbbing from the deep wound, blood seeping through my sleeves. The room reeked of smoke, sweat, and fear.“Are you alright?” I asked, my voice low and urgent as I stepped toward Sophia. She nodded, swallowing hard, her eyes wide and alert.“This was no random attack,” she murmured, her tone edged with grim determination. “They knew exactly what they were doing.”I scanned the room, feeling the eerie emptiness in the corners. My min
Andrea's Pov I stormed out of Alessia’s room, my heart pounding with frustration and something heavier—guilt. She had every right to be angry, every right to feel betrayed. But damn it, I had never lied to her, not truly. Keeping a secret wasn’t the same as deception. Or maybe, just maybe, I was only fooling myself.I raked a hand through my hair as I made my way down the dimly lit hallway toward my room. My mind was a tangled mess of thoughts, but something else nagged at the edges of my senses. A strange, creeping unease slithered into my gut. It felt like a storm rolling in—silent, inevitable, charged with something unseen.As I reached my door, I hesitated. The air was off. It smelled different—thicker, colder. There was a faint metallic scent lingering in the air, like rust… or blood.My body tensed instinctively. I pressed my hand against the door, feeling its surface. Cool. Too cool.Slowly, I turned the knob and stepped inside.The first thing I noticed was the silence—t
Alessia's Pov The moment I stepped into my room, I slammed the door shut behind me, leaning against it as I struggled to breathe. My chest felt tight, my mind spinning.Sophia.Sophia was Madam Claudia.How? How?I let out a harsh, shaky breath, pacing the length of my room. My fists clenched at my sides as I tried to piece together the impossible truth. It didn’t make sense. It didn’t align with anything I knew about her.Sophia—my Sophia—had been poor. She had come to me desperate for a job, practically begging at Marcello’s bar. She had been struggling, scraping by. And now I was supposed to believe she was the woman who had been pulling all the strings from behind a mask? The woman who had orchestrated everything, controlled everyone?I let out a bitter laugh, but it was hollow.I wanted to believe that I was mistaken, that I was seeing things. Maybe I was still drunk, still disoriented from everything that had happened. Maybe the chaos in the hall had clouded my judgment.
Alessia's Pov The air in the grand hall was thick with tension, the hushed whispers of the guests rippling like an incoming storm. Elena’s dramatic outburst had already shaken the foundation of the event, but just as I thought things might settle, another disturbance was brewing.From the center of the crowd, a man—tall, with streaks of silver in his hair and a sharp, authoritative gaze—stood abruptly. His voice carried through the hall, commanding immediate attention."This farce has gone on long enough!" he declared, his tone laced with anger and conviction. "Madam Claudia is no longer fit to lead. This entire operation has turned into chaos under her rule!"Murmurs of agreement spread like wildfire. The guests, who had been silently processing the recent turn of events, now had something to latch onto—something tangible.The man took a few steps forward, his confidence unwavering. "Think about it—under Madam Claudia’s reign, we’ve suffered unnecessary losses. Betrayal has fest
Alessia's Pov The ceremony was nearing its final moments, each word of the priest’s blessing washing over me like a distant hum. My hands felt clammy in Andrea’s grip, my heart hammering so loudly I was sure the guests could hear it.I wasn’t even listening anymore.I was drowning in a sea of thoughts—of Luca, of last night, of the strange way Sophia had whispered that she needed to step out for fresh air just moments ago.Something was wrong.The air around me felt too still, as if the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for something to break.And then it did.A loud crash from the back of the hall shattered the silence.Heads turned. Murmurs erupted.And then, a voice—sharp and laced with rage—cut through the air like a blade."You!"I barely had time to process what was happening before a woman stormed into the venue, her heels clicking furiously against the marble floor. Her dark hair was slightly disheveled, her expensive gown wrinkled as if she had been runn
Alessia's Pov The first thing I felt was a dull, pounding headache.I groaned, turning over in the bed, my body still heavy with sleep. My mouth was dry, and my limbs felt weak, but something felt… off.I blinked a few times, my vision adjusting to the dim light filtering through the curtains. My mind was slow to catch up, memories scattered like puzzle pieces waiting to be put back together.And then it hit me.Luca.The bar. The drunken rambling. Vomiting on him. Him carrying me back to my room. The warmth of his arms. The way he had helped me wash up, dressed me, tucked me in. And then—I sat up abruptly, my heart hammering.Dis we really have sex?I touched my body instinctively, heat rushing to my face. It had felt real—too real. But now, with the morning light casting shadows over the room, doubt crept in.Had it been the alcohol playing tricks on me?I looked around the room, expecting to see him somewhere, maybe sitting in the chair across from the bed or leaning ag
Alessia's Pov It feels so good, I instinctively squeeze my eyes shut to focus as much as I can on it. he continues on for another minute, slowly licking and sucking. Suddenly, I feel his mouth open wide, sucking as much of my breast into his mouth as he can. My hips start to buck, pushing up against his, and I feel his hand move down between my legs.Oh my god, it hadn’t occurred to me he’d do this. I’d only imagined simple things, kissing and touching, in the very brief fantasy that had entered my brain as I walked away from the bar. Logically, of course, this shouldn’t be a surprise, but somehow it is, and now the idea that his hand is going to be on my pussy is overwhelming. Hands, and what else? Tongue? Mouth? His dick? The very notion has my lower body aching, and I can feel myself squirming, moving, pushing my hips up to meet his hand.he lifts his head from my breast then, his lips wet and pink, and he watches my face as his hand presses between my legs.“You like it, don’t
Alessia's Pov “You smell like whiskey and vomit,” he interrupted. “And if you think I’m letting you pass out like that, you’re dumber than I thought. I scowled at him. “You’re a jerk.” “And you’re a mess,” he shot back.Before I could protest further, he helped me out of my soiled clothes, guiding me into the warm water.I let out a small sigh as the heat washed over me, his hands moved in ways that sent chills down my spine, he washed beneath my breast, and then over them. His hands moved to back as he washed all the way down to my lower chicks, I could feel his hands linger. He looked at me as if amused by my body.Then he stopped, I looked at him "what—what happened?"If I continue I may not be able hold back" he said as he walked away. A part of me wanted him to stay, wanted his touch. But I held back and watched him leave.Luca stayed just outside the shower, arms crossed, making sure I didn’t collapse.After what felt like an eternity, I stepped out, and to my shock—Luca was hold
Alessia's Pov The bartender gave me a look—one of those patient, knowing looks that bartenders are probably trained to give. He didn’t say anything, just poured me another drink.I exhaled sharply. “But this isn’t about Luca. No, no, no, it’s about this island and how nothing makes sense. Do you know how many people have died since I got here?” I squinted, trying to count, but the numbers blurred in my head. “It’s a lot. And it’s all connected. Madam Claudia, the missing boats, the whispers in the dark—” I paused, leaning in dramatically. “And now people are leaving threats under doors. Under doors! Can you believe that?”The bartender’s lips twitched like he was trying not to smile. “Not funny,” I grumbled. He nodded, as if agreeing, though I doubted he was even fully listening. I sighed, rubbing my temple. “Andrea’s hiding something, too. “That made me pause.Andrea.I shook my head, downing the rest of my drink. “He acts like he’s protecting me, and maybe he is, but he knows s