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Beneath The Mask Tearing Us Apart
Prince POVSleep never fucking came last night. Every time I closed my eyes, the video played again, looping like some sadistic nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. Every word, every movement, every desperate attempt Ghost made to call it off too fucking late—it all drilled into my skull until it felt like I was suffocating under it.I never even considered it was him. Not for a fucking second.The kidnapping? Maybe. I could have figured out a way past that, justified it somehow, but this? Paying them to force me into that situation, to make sure I fucked him? That’s not something you can explain away. That’s not something I can ever fucking forgive.The weight of my gun holster presses into my shoulders as I slide the weapons in place, throwing on my jacket. The walls are closing in, the silence of my room stretching until it feels unbearable. I can’t sit here. I can’t just exist in this space, letting the rage eat me alive.Things need to be sorted. The connection between the De Luca’
Last Updated : 2025-02-18Beneath The Mask Falling
Prince POVWhen I get back to the estate, I drop into the nearest chair, my body tense, my mind racing. Giovanni watches me, shaking his head like he has the right to judge.“You’re moving quick,” he says, his voice slow, calculated. “Is it wise?”My eyes snap to him, my patience already hanging by a thread. “It’s not your fucking choice anymore,” I bite out. “You’re lucky to still be here. I could’ve thrown your ass out those gates and let them have you. Keep fighting me on my fucking choices and watch what happens.”His body stiffens, and I see the moment he realizes I’m serious. There’s no amusement in my voice, no room for negotiation. I mean every fucking word.“Understood,” he finally mutters. “You’re in charge.”Damn right, I am.I rub a hand down my face, exhaustion pulling at me. What the fuck am I even doing? This isn’t strategy. This isn’t power. This is me, lashing out, clawing for any way to hurt Ghost the way he hurt me. But nothing will. Not this war, not taking back wh
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Ghost POVMy father’s anger is palpable, radiating off him in waves. His voice is sharp, controlled, but barely. He’s holding back, only because I asked him to. Prince is tearing through everything we built, severing ties, cutting us off, and my father is losing patience.“This needs to end,” he snaps, his glare cutting into me. “I can’t keep pretending like this isn’t happening. He’s fucking us over, Ghost.” His voice rises, echoing through the room.I nod, knowing he’s right, but I can’t let him handle this the way he wants to. “I’ll sort it, but I need him to talk to me first. If I go in swinging, he’ll just push back harder,” I say, my tone firm.His jaw clenches, but he nods. “What about Max?”The mention of him makes my stomach twist. I shrug. “Sal went to bed, had a nap, and was back at it this morning, but Max isn’t breaking. He’s still holding out.” And I hate it. If he won’t talk, then I don’t know who else has seen those fucking videos. If anyone else has copies, they could
Last Updated : 2025-02-18Beneath The Mask Fighting For Him
Ghost POVHis body sprawled against the hardwood, his face pale, his lips parted slightly as if he’d just exhaled his last breath. My pulse slams into my ribs, my stomach lurching violently as I take a step forward.Then I see him.Giovanni.Sitting in the leather chair, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his smirk slow and taunting as he lifts it in a silent toast.“Good timing, Valenti,” he muses, swirling the amber liquid before taking a leisurely sip. “I was just admiring my work.”The second the words leave Giovanni’s lips, my mind blanks. My body moves before I can even process it, dropping to my knees beside Prince.“Prince!” My voice cracks as I grip his face, tilting his head toward me. His skin is ice cold, his chest barely moving with each shallow breath. I shake him, fingers digging into his cheeks. “Wake the fuck up! Open your eyes!”Nothing.“Come on, you stubborn bastard,” I whisper, my hands roaming, searching for a wound, a sign of injury—something I can fix. But there’s
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Prince POVA thick, suffocating weight presses down on me, trapping me in the depths of unconsciousness. The darkness clings to me, heavy and inescapable, dragging me further under every time I try to claw my way back up. For a while, there’s nothing—no pain, no thought, just an empty void where I cease to exist. But then, something changes.Distantly, a voice breaks through the fog. Familiar, rough with worry, the sound stirs something deep inside me. Ghost. His voice reaches me in fragmented echoes, muffled and distorted like he’s speaking through water. The words don’t make sense at first, but there’s urgency, desperation woven into each one. My mind struggles to piece it together, to remember why he sounds like that. Then, a sharp sting jolts through my cheek. Another. It’s not enough to bring me back, but I feel it, cutting through the haze like a flicker of light in the darkness.Something warm cradles the back of my neck, grounding me even though my body feels like dead weight.
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Prince POVHe wouldn’t be breaking apart, piece by piece, right in front of me.“Prince,” his voice is hoarse, a whisper that barely reaches me. His thumb brushes against my cheek, gentle, like he’s afraid I’ll shatter beneath his touch. “You need to stay awake. You need to fight.”I swallow, the motion thick and painful, but I manage to rasp, “Why… do you… care?”His face tightens like I just punched him. “Why do I—” He exhales sharply, shaking his head, his fingers tightening on me. “Are you fucking serious? After everything, you’re still asking that?”His voice shakes, and it’s not from anger. It’s not from frustration. It’s from something else, something deeper. His hand moves from my chest to my face, cupping my cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of my jaw.“I love you, you fucking idiot,” he breathes, his eyes burning into mine. “I loved you before I even realized it, before I even knew what the fuck I was doing. And yeah, I did it wrong. I fucked up. I fucked everything up. But
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Ghost POVHe’s awake, but barely. His body is heavy against mine, his weight pressing into me like he can’t quite hold himself up. I want to get him out of here, out of this fucking office with its bloodstained floors and the lingering stench of Giovanni’s cologne. But I don’t push. He’ll move when he’s ready.Sal watches me, waiting, but I shake my head. Not now. Piling more onto Prince while he’s still trying to piece himself back together is the worst thing we could do. He needs time to understand what happened before we shove more reality onto his shoulders.Prince shifts, pulling back just enough to straighten himself. His body sways the second he’s upright, and I grip his arms, steadying him before he can collapse again. His gaze flickers to the side, and for a brief moment, I tense, waiting for the inevitable rage when he sees what I’ve done.His voice is rough, cracked from exhaustion. “You lost control.”I swallow hard. “Yeah,” I admit. “The more he refused to tell me what he
Last Updated : 2025-02-18Beneath The Mask Helping Him
Ghost POVI rub my face, letting out a slow breath. “What I did was messed up, there’s no good excuse for it. The truth? It was selfishness, plain and simple. I could sit here and tell you I did it for you, to help you, to set you free from everything forcing you to conform, but that would be a lie.”Prince’s gaze is sharp, watching me, waiting.“Was I obsessed with you? Yeah,” I admit. “But not in the way where you were just an object, something to claim. It wasn’t about possession, it was about you making me feel something real. You made me feel alive, made me feel seen in a way no one else ever had. I was addicted to that. To you.”He exhales sharply, shaking his head. “I got used to our time together, before we knew who we really were. That person? He never would have done this, Ghost. That version of you cared, he wouldn’t have wanted to hurt me.” His laugh is bitter, filled with something cold and mocking. “You couldn’t even hit me back when I pushed you, when I threw every bit
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Beneath The Mask Happy
Ghost’s POVThe estate hums with a quiet, controlled energy. It’s not like before, not the constant shifting of power, the tension of men waiting for orders, unsure of where their loyalty should fall. No, this is different. This is stability, control. The kind of power that comes when every loose end has been tied, every move made with precision.Six months ago, the chaos of merging two families under one name seemed impossible, but here we are. There was bloodshed, betrayal, battles fought in the dark, but in the end, the Moretti name swallowed everything whole.And Lorenzo stands at the center of it all, like he was always meant to.It still feels strange sometimes, calling him that. For so long, he was Prince—an untouchable force of nature that crashed through my life and ruined me in the best fucking way. But he doesn’t go by that anymore. He stripped that name from himself the same way he burned away everything tied to his past.Prince was the name his father put on him, and it t
Beneath The Mask Strange
Prince POVThe hum of the jet is steady, almost soothing, and for the first time in a long time, my body doesn’t feel weighed down by expectation or responsibility. I should be thinking about everything we left behind, the work waiting for us when we return, but all I can focus on is Ghost’s warmth pressed against my side.I swirl the whiskey in my glass, watching the amber liquid catch the soft lighting. My head is clearer than it’s been in weeks, and maybe it’s the altitude or the silence between us, but I know this is the moment to say what’s been lingering in my mind.“I forgive you.”Ghost stills beside me. His arm, draped lazily over my shoulders, tenses. He doesn’t speak right away, just tilts his head slightly to look at me.“You forgive me,” he repeats, as if testing the words, trying to make sense of them.I nod, setting my glass down. “Yeah. For the kidnapping, for everything. I hated you for it, Ghost. I wanted to fucking kill you for it, and I won’t pretend I didn’t. But
Beneath The Mask For Him
Ghost POVThe past few weeks have been hell. Chaos, tension, and the never-ending grind of fixing what was broken. Prince has spent every second of the last week since we married solidifying his hold, making sure his men follow him, and reclaiming what was his. At the same time, my father has been preparing to hand everything over to me.There’s one thing we haven’t spoken about, though. Something I’ve already discussed with my father. Even though I’ll be taking over soon, his opinion still holds weight.Running two separate families, keeping our business dealings apart like we’re enemies, seems fucking stupid. We’re married, we live together, and our men are already working alongside each other. Keeping it divided is like clinging to something outdated, something that doesn’t fit the reality of what we are now.It’s a conversation I need to have with Prince, and now, with the meal winding down and everyone moving into the other room to drink, it’s time.I place a hand on his arm, sto
Beneath The Mask Showing My Strength
Prince POVIf I’m going to lead, if I’m going to secure my place, I need to make sure there’s no doubt about where I stand. And I need to make damn sure everyone else knows it too.The man shifts in his seat, trying to keep his posture straight despite the way his arms are bound behind the chair. His lip is swollen, blood smeared across his jaw, but his eyes—they’re what piss me off the most. He isn’t scared. He should be.I exhale slowly, my fingers flexing at my sides. “Let’s skip the bullshit. You don’t like me. I get it. You wanted someone else to take over, and now you’re sitting here bleeding while I stand in front of you.” I tilt my head. “Tell me, how do you think this ends?”His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t answer.Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching. He’s letting me handle this, letting me take the lead. I can feel his gaze on me, assessing, waiting to see what I’ll do.I crouch down in front of the man, resting my elbows on my knees. “Loyalty,” I say, watch
Beneath The Mask Focusing On Work
Prince POVA week has passed since the meeting where the men accepted me as their boss. The tension that had been thick in the air that day has finally settled, and everything seems to be running smoothly. No one is openly challenging my authority anymore, and while there are still some lingering doubts in certain circles, no one dares to act on them. Not yet, at least.Ash has been on top of things, making sure operations are running like clockwork. The businesses are stable, the money is flowing, and the ports are secure. The men who had hesitated before have either fallen in line or disappeared quietly, knowing that their loyalty isn’t up for debate.I should feel accomplished. I should feel like I’ve won. But the truth is, I don’t feel much of anything.My mind is still scattered, still tangled in everything that’s happened. I haven’t touched alcohol since the poisoning, though the urge is there. Not because I need it to function, but because I need something to dull the thoughts
Beneath The Mask His Strength
Ghost POVPrince stands at the head of the table, his face unreadable, his hands resting lightly against the dark wood. He’s composed, but I can see the way his fingers tighten slightly, the only sign of the exhaustion clinging to him. This isn’t about cigars. It’s about control. Power. The future of his leadership.I stay just behind him, watching, listening. This is his moment. I won’t interfere unless I have to.“You all know why we’re here,” Prince starts, his voice steady, controlled. “Giovanni is dead. I’ve taken over, and I have no interest in forcing anyone to stay who doesn’t want to. But if you do stay, things will be different.”Some of them exchange glances, but no one speaks yet. They’re waiting, listening.“I’m offering each of you more than you had under Giovanni. Five percent of the profits from the territories you oversee. It’s not just a paycheck—it’s a direct stake in what you build, a reason to keep this family strong. That is what I’m offering.”His words settle o
Beneath The Mask His Men
Ghost POVPrince is useless right now, as bad as it sounds. He stuck around, tried to help, but every time he spoke, he made things worse. His Capo kept looking at him like he had lost his damn mind, caught between respecting him as their boss and questioning if he was in any state to be leading them.So now, he’s asleep again. And honestly, it’s for the best. He needs to be sharp when he meets with the men later. I’m trying not to overstep, just handling the basics and making sure everything runs smoothly. Any requests for meetings, deals, or negotiations have been pushed back a few days.His men were standing around like they had no fucking clue what to do. It makes me wonder how Giovanni handled them. If this happened on my side, my Capo would have been quick to clean up the mess, eliminate any threats, and get everything back in order before anyone even had a chance to notice.The De Luca Capo, on the other hand, just stood there dumbfounded. It took me outright ordering them to g
Beneath The Mask Letting Him DO IT
Prince POVMind is useless as I scramble for an answer.“The arms dealer,” I continue, my voice flat. “He’s got direct supply lines to some of the best weapons in the country. Losing him doesn’t just mean weaker defenses, it means weaker offense. If a war starts and he’s not backing me, I’m going in blind while the other side is stocked.”Ghost nods again, like he already expected that answer.“Then the street boss,” I mutter, rubbing my forehead. “He manages all the foot soldiers. If he doesn’t pledge to me, I lose bodies. Numbers. Without him, I’ll have the higher-ups but no one left to actually enforce my rule.”I exhale, my fingers pressing against my temples. “And then there’s the club owner. He’s the one who controls the places where all these deals go down. The meetings, the payments, the contracts. If he refuses to align with me, I lose neutral ground. I lose the space to negotiate, to work things out before they turn bloody.”Ghost watches me, waiting for more, but my mind is
Beneath The Mask Main men
Prince POVWaking up feels disorienting, my body lighter than before, but my mind sluggish, struggling to piece together how I even got here. The last thing I remember was leaning into Ghost, his warmth steady against mine. Did I really fall asleep on him? That doesn’t feel like something I’d let myself do, not after everything. Yet, here I am, lying in bed with no memory of moving.Sitting up, I drag a hand down my face, trying to shake off the remnants of exhaustion. My limbs feel less like dead weight, but there’s still a heaviness in my chest, an ache deep in my muscles that refuses to fade completely. The poison may be wearing off, but the effects still linger beneath my skin.I push the blankets back and move to the bathroom, needing something to ground me. The hot water pelts against my skin, steam curling around me as I let the shower rinse away the last dregs of weakness. By the time I step out and dress, the fog in my mind has lifted slightly, but the weight of everything st
