Lucretia stirred on the bed and groaned when she felt the pain coming from between her legs. It only served as a reminder of Enzo's punishments for the past three days. Her body ached, from her head to her toes and every part felt heavy and dull, like it was being pulled down by weights. She cursed the person responsible for how she was feeling in English, Spanish, Italian, and any other languages she could think of. Enzo was a beast in the form of a Prince charming and she was wrong to have underestimated his abilities when it came to her. Just as he promised, he had taken his sweet time to punish her. With ropes, chains, spanking, gags, bondage, breath play, blindfolds, handcuffs, impact play, and objectification. If she had not been too stubborn and hell-bent on riling him up, he would've taken it easy on her. But he didn't. The more she pushed back and disobeyed, the more punishments he lashed out at her. He took his time crushing each of her defenses to the ground until all sh
After taking her evening bath, Rosana put on her bathrobe and walked out to find Sergio in the room. She was startled because he wasn't there when she went into the bathroom. But she was appeased at the same time. Seeing him was enough to soothe her nerves even when he appeared lost in thoughts. Controlling her breath, Rosana walked further into the room and went to stand behind Sergio. This was her chance to speak with him and end the silent war she started. She needed him, missed him, and wanted nothing more than for him to look at her and wrap his strong arms around her. Above all, she wanted the war to end."Sergio" She called out softly but got no response. He didn't even acknowledge her presence or glance in her direction and that hurt more than anything else. Was he mad at her? A sense of despair crept through her heart as she took a step closer to him. "What is going through your mind?"He spun around immediately and almost crashed into her. When he saw the tears glittering in
On hearing the familiar voice, Lucretia froze. What was he doing there? She thought as he walked further into the room. He stopped in front of the table and turned to look in her direction. Without uttering a word, he looked away. Rosana didn't seem to detect the sudden tension and smiled in return. "You are early" "I did not want to keep you waiting, My Lady. But I will leave immediately if you want me to" "Oh, no, I am happy the both of you are here. Please sit" Enzo sat down and tried his best to keep his eyes and hands away from Lucretia. It was one of the hardest decisions he had to make especially when she was sitting close to him and acting like he didn't exist. "Are you alright?" He asked Rosana after studying her physical appearance. "Why does everyone keep asking me that? Yes, I am fine. It is just hard dealing with everything that happened" She paused and looked at her friend who had not uttered a word since Enzo walked in. "Lu, are you alright?" "Yes, I am fine" Sh
As Rosana lay in the hospital bed, she began to feel a mixture of emotions. The first was shock, then disbelief, and a glimmer of joy. She was pregnant. She was carrying Sergio's child! It was hard to believe after she concluded she was barren and had failed as the Don's wife a few days ago. "Would you like an ultrasound, My Lady?" "Yes!" She answered without thinking. She needed to clarify it was real. A few moments later, she lay on the exam table, her belly exposed and glistening with gel. She wished Sergio was beside her but she couldn't wait any longer. As long as the baby was growing inside her, they could always have as many ultrasounds as wanted. "Relax, My Lady" Taking deep breaths, she tried to calm her nerves. She was nervous but excited as the ultrasound technician began to move the transducer over her abdomen. Suddenly, on the monitor, two tiny images appeared—Small, flickering heartbeats. The technician suddenly stopped and smiled. "Looks like we have two little on
SOMEWHERE IN ITALY~UNDERGROUND HOUSE The pain was tyrannical, radiating out from every part of Rosana's body. The tiny shards of glass that dug into her skin as a result of the accident caused a different kind of pain that seemed to go on forever. Each time she moved, the glass shifted. It felt like an army of needles, prickling, prodding, and cutting at her skin. It dug deeper and deeper into her flesh, cutting all the way through, and even as her skull throbbed like it was about to explode, she kept her eyes open. Her hands were bound behind her back and her legs were strapped to the leg of the metal chair she was sitting on. Groaning, she looked down at her belly, her face contorting in pain. Her stomach churned and acid burned in her throat. She couldn't shake off the feeling that her babies were in danger. What was going to happen next? The men didn't look like they were ready to let her go and she kept wondering why they attacked her. She knew they were Russians but what d
Enzo walked into the building at the same time the two soldiers dragged the dead body out. He watched them leave and continued walking like a panther until he arrived at the Tech room. Sergio was gone but Alfonso was still there with the men. "How many men have gone down?" "Three" Alfonso replied and looked around the room. One more person has gone in to fill up the gap. "Still negative. They have not found the location from the video" "Bløody hell. Che cazzo stanno facendo? Playing around?" [What the fuck are they doing?] He asked and turned around to speak to the men. "Listen up a*sholes. If anything happens to my sister-in-law, consider yourselves and your families dead. I will take my sweet time drawing out the torture just so each of you motherf*ckers can feel what she felt. Then I will kill y'all slowly...so slow you would all beg for death but would not have it. Then I will go after everyone you ever loved and cared about. And everyone they ever loved and cared about. That's
No, let me go! Rosana screamed in her head as she was too weak to voice out the words. She struggled, kicked, clawed, and fought with whoever was holding her but again, it was all in her head cause she couldn't even move a muscle. They were going to kill her... The Russians... They were... "Bambolina… Amore mio...f*ck, apri gli occhi. I am here, please, open your eyes... Bambolina... FUCK!" [Open your eyes] The familiar voice rang in her head and even with the smoke everywhere, the smell of him filled her nostrils. He finally came... She was now in his arms, she was safe in his arms. A small smile ghosted her lips as a lone tear rolled from her closed eye. "Sergio..." She managed to say and strained to open her eyes. It was a bit dark inside but she managed to make out his face, staring at her. "F*ck, Bambolina!" He collapsed to his knees, holding her so tightly that she could hardly draw in a breath. "I am sorry, please forgive me for failing to protect you..." His voice broke a
After practicing with the girls, Lucretia took a shower and went back to check up on Rosana who had not been seen for days. Ville was nowhere to be seen either and she was troubled. The last time she saw her was the day Enzo barged into the office and joined them. Since then, there have been no words from her. "I am sure she is safe," Talitha assured her the umpteenth time. Whenever she checked and didn't find Rosana, she went straight to meet the older woman. "Although she started acting off of recent" "How off?" "Falling asleep in her office, always looking tired... Whenever we ask if she is alright, she will get paranoid" How come she never noticed? Lucretia questioned herself as Talitha continued talking. Surely, she was a terrible friend. While her best friend battled with so many problems, both the ones she was aware of and the ones she wasn't, she was busy f*cking around with her brother-in-law. Guilt blossomed in her chest at the thought of that and she also felt revolte
Enzo's mind reeled, struggling to process the revelation. The past and present collided, threatening to upend everything—the secrets she'd kept, the lies she'd told, and the truths she'd hidden, partially exposed. What more could she have hidden from him?Rio, oblivious to the turmoil raging within Enzo, happily jumped up from his seat. "Catch me if you can!" Then, he ran off.Enzo, familiar with the game, stood up and ran after him, trying to catch him. The sun-drenched playground echoed with Rio's laughter as they chased after each other. Suddenly, Rio's eyes sparkled with excitement, and he waved enthusiastically."Mammà! My Mammà is here!" As Enzo's gaze followed him, his blood ran cold. Frozen in place, he watched as Lucretia walked towards the playground, her strides elegant, as always. She scanned the playground and once she found Rio, she smiled softly. "There you are!" The boy sprinted toward her with a ball in hand. "Mammà, come see! I made a new friend, he saved me from
Rio stepped out of the room, his small frame trembling. He had watched the scene unfold through the window and though he hadn't seen everything, he knew the unknown man had saved him. He had defeated the bad man who now lay motionless on the ground.Enzo, sensing his presence, shifted his gaze from the lifeless man. His eyes locked on Rio and for a moment, he froze. Those eyes... They were identical to Lucretia's, deep green.His expression faltered as a flicker of emotion crossed his face. The resemblance was uncanny—the same deep green that had haunted him for months. Memories came flooding back, but he locked them away and hardened his expression."Are you okay?" He asked and Rio nodded, taking small steps forward. "You should not be out here""Yes. Nana Silvana said to stay inside, but then, the bad man came." Nana Silvana? Enzo had thought the woman was the boy's mother. "You are safe now.""And the... And the bad man?"Enzo's expression softened. "He will never harm you again,
"Once I'm gone, lock the door from the inside," Silvana instructed Rio, her expression serious. "Do not go outside. Do you understand?""Yes, Nana." He nodded solemnly."Remember, do not open the door for anyone except your Mammà or me." "Yes, Nana," Rio replied, his brows furrowed with concern. "Is Mammà alright? I saw bruises on her face this morning"Silvana's face softened. Despite Lucretia's attempt to hide from the boy, he had noticed the bruises anyway. "She is... alright, dear, you do not have to worry about her. That is why you must stay safe inside and keep the door locked. I will be back in no time"With a reassuring smile, Silvana departed and Rio obediently did as instructed, his mind filled with worry. His mother's changed behavior troubled him and the fact that she wasn't herself anymore. The past few months had been filled with hushed conversations between Aunt Silvana and his mother who often whispered of "Paying the price" and that "He's coming for her." Rio could
NEXT MORNING~Lucretia stood at her kitchen sink, bracing herself against the cool countertop. The trembling of her hands subsided slowly as she gripped the edge of the sink, her head bowed in exhaustion. She couldn't sleep the whole night as the image of the men who had attacked her kept flashing in her mind, including the mysterious man who had saved her. Her thoughts swirled, reliving the terror of the alley. Each memory triggered a fresh wave of fear that made her stomach churn. She retched, but nothing came up. Her fingers instinctively went to the tender skin of her neck where Domingo had gripped her and she winced at the haunting memories it brought back.Enzo should've killed her at once, instead of letting her live. She had felt the life draining out of her when he encircled his fingers on her throat, but then his hands had fallen limp as he slipped away.Attempting to calm her racing heart, she forced herself to breathe deeply. If not for the mysterious stranger, she'd be g
"No, it isn't!" Lucretia gritted and darted towards the narrow gap between two dumpsters. Before she could make it through, she was grasped by the hair and tossed harshly to the ground."Always thinking you're fucking smart" Domingo laughed and walked over to where she was now struggling to raise herself from the ground. He crouched in front of her and grasped her hair, pulling her head backward so she was now looking into his face."But you're not!" He added and landed a hard slap on her face that sent her back to the ground."What the fuck do you want from me?!?""From you? Oh, everything!" He replied languidly and grasped hair one more time."Why? I did as you fucking asked!""That's what I thought. Until I found out the mission was unsuccessful, you fucking failed" He responded and smacked her on the cheek once more. "And he is alive!"Lucretia spat our blood as she struggled to get up from the ground. "He's fucking dead, I saw it, you saw it. Unless you were fucking blind"Domin
The leather strap cracked against Alberto's back, the sound echoing through the room. His cries were all that was heard, his pleas for mercy drowned out by the relentless cracking of the belt. "You should have taken the throne," Sergio repeated, each word punctuated by another strike. His expression remained impassive, his eyes glinting with cold intensity.In rapt silence, the men who had been ordered out of the meeting room and the soldiers watched, witnessing Alberto's public downfall. They all knew Sergio was merely toying with him. An actual fight would've ended in minutes, with Alberto broken and covered in bruises. But instead of using his fists, the Don had chosen to wield his belt as a tool of discipline.The measured strikes, the steady pace, and Sergio's unruffled demeanor served as a potent reminder of his unshakable power and authority. This wasn't about vengeance, neither was it a punishment. It was a deliberate showcase of his supremacy."Please... forgive me! I am you
•••TWO WEEKS LATER••• ☠️🏴☠️THE CAPITAL🏴☠️☠️The door to the meeting room swung open, and Sergio walked in, his presence grasping attention. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, his shirt crisp and white, his tie knotted to perfection. But it wasn't his impeccable attire that drew the eye. It was the cold aura that swirled around him like a dark cloud.As he entered, the room seemed to grow colder, the air thickening with an almost discernable sense of fear. The mafia members, dressed in tailored suits, felt a shiver run down their spines as their hearts raced in unison.Hastily, they scrambled to their feet with their heads bowed in terror and their eyes fixed on the floor. Not a sound was made and not a muscle twitched, as they froze in place. Sergio's gaze swept the room, his eyes lingering on each member. His face remained calm, but his eyes burned with an icy intensity that seemed to pierce the very souls of those before him.With deliberate slowness, he made
"It's a miracle!" The Doctor exclaimed, snapping him out of his thoughts. "The Don is awake, and we owe it to these two little champions"A sudden shiver ran down his spine, as though a cold breeze had swept through the room. But it wasn't the temperature that caused the shiver—it was the unmistakable sensation of being watched.He could feel a pair of eyes digging into his back, boring into his skin. The sensation was familiar, yet it sent a trail of shivers down his spine. Without turning around, Sergio listened to the Doctor who continued talking. As Sergio finally turned to face the room, his breath hitched in his throat. His eyes locked onto Rosana's, and time seemed to stand still. She was standing just a few feet away, her teary blue eyes fixed on him with an intensity that made his heart skip a beat. The children were with her, but his gaze was drawn only to Rosana—his Bambolina.In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the questions, not the doubts, not the fears. All that
In the depths of Sergio's subconscious, he had heard a faint whisper that echoed through the darkness. It was a soft, insistent voice, a gentle tug on the seams of his mind."Papà!""Daddy, wake up!" "We want you to eat lunch with us!"The voice was like a ray of sunlight, piercing the fog that shrouded his awareness. His subconscious stirred, ever so slightly, as the twins' words resonated deep within him. The voice grew louder, urgent, and more like a chorus."Please, Daddy, wake up! We miss you! We miss sharing your favorite sandwich with you!"Sergio's subconscious began to stir, like a sleeping giant awakening from a deep slumber. Memories of laughter, sunny days, and family meals together began to surface, tantalizingly out of reach.The twins' voices grew more insistent, piercing the veil of his unconsciousness. "Daddy, we love you! Come back to us!"At that moment, something shifted deep within his mind. A spark of recognition. As he slowly emerged from the darkness, it felt