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
Sergio stood by the foot of the bed with arms folded, watching as Rosana slept. It had been a week since the incident, and he still couldn't believe it had happened. That anyone would dare to mess with what belonged to him. Fortunately, she was fast recovering. That was the only reason the world wasn't high in flames. He had always been a man of action, but the sight of Rosana lying on the bed and fighting hard to recover had softened something inside him. Instead of making plans to get back at the Russians in the most ruthless way like he always does, he found himself glued to her side. He had never been the type to show affection or care for others, but he found himself bringing her meals and medication, feeding her, and watching over her as she slept. In those quiet moments, he remembered the first day he set eyes on her. Even with the veil that concealed her face, he could tell she was beautiful, a sight to behold. Her blue eyes had been the first to catch his attention. Pretty y
He hummed in response and traced his way from her clit to her cunt with his tongue. Then he flattened his tongue against her clit and sampled her again. Rosana cried out, unable to take the mind-numbing pleasure as he fucked her with his tongue, his lips, and, his teeth, eating her like a starving man. "One f*cking taste is not enough" He groaned, feasting on her and making her cry out in pleasure. The taste of her against his tongue was like nothing he had ever tasted before. It was silky and perfect, and he couldn't get enough of her. After a breathless, suspended moment, she finally shattered. Rosana's cry of release drenched the air as she came in a shuddering, toe-curling orgasm that vibrated against his body. He rode it out of her system until it was too sensitive and she couldn't take it anymore. Before she could collapse on the bed, he held her and turned her around so her back was now on the bed. Then he kissed every inch of her body, from her legs to her pussy and then to
He had never gotten on his knees for anyone but for this woman lying beneath him, he would do it over and over without question, without wavering. He would go to war for her sake, kill for her sake, burn down the world if he had to, and lay down his life for her and their unborn children. Rosana shuddered and moaned as circles of pleasure swirled within her, radiating from the center of her body to all her nerve endings. She could tell he was holding and f*cking her in smooth and passionate strokes that slowly drove her over the edge. Whatever was happening between them pulled her in, the urgency to have all of him sinking in as if consuming her entire being, the way his body pressed against hers, warm and untamed, then the rapid beating of their hearts as though they would explode. "Sergio... Omg... Sergio!" She cried as came immediately, her muscles gripping around his cock, squeezing and pulsing. With their eyes still glued together, hers round as disks and blurred, Sergio ro
Munika's hands trembled as she packed her belongings and stuffed them into the bag, her mind racing. It had been more than a week since the incident between Rosana and the Mistress took place. Things weren't supposed to end that way but it did and since then, she had been living in immense fear. The curtains in the room were drawn and the lights off. She had been like this for days, unable to leave the room, unable to eat or sleep. She was wracked with guilt and fear, her mind racing with thoughts of the terrible thing she had done. Two lives were on the line, and it was all her fault. She shouldn't have hated her daughter-in-law or thought of ways to send her away. Right from the beginning, she didn't trust her and that didn't change over time. She always thought she had other evil motives and would likely destroy her son in the future. Besides, something had happened in the past and it was hard to trust Rosana or her family. She shouldn't have prodded the Mistress to carry Serg
The moment was fraught with tension as Lucretia turned around, her heart pounding in her chest. There he was, standing beside the table, his eyes blazing with anger. She could feel his presence like a dark cloud, looming over her before her eyes met him. Her body went rigid and tense. What was he doing there? How did he find her? She wondered as her face paled and clammed, her forehead glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Her eyes widened and her lips parted slightly, as she tried to catch her breath. The terror she felt was palpable, radiating from every inch of her body as she stared at him with unblinking eyes. "What are you doing here?" She asked, trying hard to compose herself, but her hands still trembled. "You should leave""Get up, Lucretia!" He commanded, his voice as cold as the night. "Do not make me ask again""I am not going anywhere with you. I'm here with my date and I need you to leave before he returns!"The tension in the air was like a live wire waiting to spar
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