WARNING: This chapter contains explicit descriptions of violence that may be triggering for some readers. It is not recommended for readers under the age of 18❌🚫 ፠፠ ONE HOUR LATER ፠፠ In the damp, dark depth of a secret dungeon, screams could be heard as well as the cracking of bones and burning of flesh. The Russians were strung up by their wrists, their feet barely touching the floor. A few of them were dead from continuous torture while the rest were barely hanging on. "Please..." Pyotr begged in their language. The effects of the sedatives had expired a long time ago and now, he was feeling every pain inflicted on him. Before him, Enzo stood, his cold and calculating eyes sweeping over him with dispassionate cruelty. He began tightening the ropes around his wrists, the skin stretching and the nerves screaming in protest. With a quick, practiced motion, he plunged a branding iron into a roaring furnace. The metal seared white-hot and with a single, vicious smoke, he seared his
In the dim light of the early morning, Rosana stirred, slowly opening her eyes to find the bedroom bathed in a soft, warm glow. Beside her, Sergio laid fast asleep, his chest rising and falling with each breath, his face peaceful in repose.As she stared at him, the memory of the previous night came flooding back to her—the way their lips had collided, the way his hands had roamed over her body, his lips hot against her neck, the way he had devoured every inch of her body, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her and the fire in his eyes as he gazed down at her.Quietly, she rose from the bed, pulling the sheet around her as she walked over to the window, gazing out at the beautiful sunrise. The warmth of the sun on her skin matched the warmth in her heart as she thought about Sergio. He had refused to be consumed by his darkness and had returned to her. Nothing could be more perfect than that. Looking back at the bedroom, she spotted their clothes strewn across the floor, a silen
ONE WEEK LATER•••"I cannot believe you are going back. It almost felt like old times in college" Rosana said and sat down on the bed. "I miss those times, you know. College life, the fun, the parties you always dragged me to..."They both laughed."You were the sister I never got to have," Lucretia added with a soft smile." We were so different from each other, like the Ying and yang, yet we always moved along even though we disagreed on most things""You were and have always been a kick-ass, badass b*tch. I cannot thank you enough for the number of times you stood up and fought for me. Sometimes I got scared it would get you in trouble with those white Jerks but you never cared about it. I was just a little girl who was sent to the States with no family, but you became a friend, a sister, and a companion, all in one. I wish things had been different and you did not have to suffer so much, Lu. You would have become a Lawyer like you always wanted and well, I guess you would have gott
Lucretia swallowed hard as her hands began to tremble. She had begged for this, but now it was being offered to her, she wasn't sure she wanted to take it—she wasn't even sure of anything. "I...," She began, her voice faltering. He was no longer looking at her. His eyes were fixed on the road while his hands gripped the steering wheel with such force his knuckles turned white and his veins stood out against the dark ink of his tattoos. His face remained void of emotions but she could see the vein ticking in his jaw. For the second time, she opened her mouth to speak but words couldn't flow out. He was giving her what she wanted. He was shutting her out and left no room for any sort of conversation. Sparing one last glance in his direction, she felt her heart break as she stepped out of the car. The door closed behind her with a soft click and there was no moment of hesitation as he revved the engine and drove away. She stood there, rooted to the spot as her body began to shake. S
NEXT MORNING~Rosana stirred, her blonde hair tousled from sleep. As she sat up in bed, she ran her delicate hands through the tangles, smoothing them into place. Her belly, which was now swollen and round, rose and fell gently as she breathed. It was a reminder of the two lives growing within her. At the bedroom door, Sergio leaned against the frame, watching her with a tender smile. She was radiant and breathtaking, her skin aglow with the vitality of motherhood. Her eyes remained distant, as she traced gentle circles on the curve of her belly. "Good morning," Sergio said softly, stepping into the room. "You're looking particularly beautiful today, Amore Mio"Rosana turned her head towards him, her eyes meeting his with a flicker of acknowledgment. "Good morning," she replied, her voice gentle but somehow distracted."Everything okay?" "It's nothing" She replied with a light voice, but there was a hint of something deeper beneath the surface.Sergio approached her, his gaze searc
Sergio stalked down the hallways of his mansion, his face a mask of steel. He arrived at her suite and paused outside the door, knowing she was hiding in there. She had been hiding for some time and finally, her time was up. Turning the knob, he pushed the door open and walked inside, his eyes cold and hard. She was seated in a plush chair but when she saw him, she stood up immediately, her eyes widening in fear "Figlio..." Munika began, her voice quavering. [Son...]Sergio took a few steps towards her, his face unreadable. He didn't say a word, but his eyes spoke volumes. He knew she was hiding something, and intended to find out what it was. "I... I" She could feel the cold sweat dripping down her back, and her hands were trembling so hard. What did Vicenta say to him? He could only be there for one reason. "I did not mean for things to turn out that way," she rushed out even without him saying a word. "I only wanted what was best for you, for our family."Sergio's eyes narrowed.
Beneath the glitz and glamour, there was a darker undercurrent. Jealousy and greed simmered beneath the surface as the guests eyed each other warily, their smiles hiding daggers. Their every move was calculated, their every word carefully chosen, for they knew better than to cross the man who stood at the center of it all—the Mafia Lord. A single look from him could spell fortune or ruin, and everyone knew it.As the hours passed, Rosana began to show signs of exhaustion, her smile faltering as she fought to stay awake. Sergio noticed that and called for the night to come to an end. As the guests filed out of the ballroom, he helped her back up the staircase, his concern for her well-being evident in his every gesture."Are you alright, Bambolina?" She collapsed on the bed, her eyes closing in relief as the weight of the evening's events finally caught up with her. "Yes, perfect even. I enjoyed the evening"Sergio began undressing her. "Your parents refused to spend the night in the
ONE MONTH LATER•••A sleek black Maserati pulled up to the entrance of the clubhouse, its polished exterior glinting under the pulsating neon lights. The engine purred before falling silent, and the crowd gathered outside couldn't help but stare as the driver's door opened.Enzo emerged, his well-tailored suit clinging to his muscular frame and hinting at the raw strength beneath the refined exterior. His presence commanded attention, the air around him crackling with an energy that was both dangerous and alluring.As he strode towards the entrance, the murmurs began. "It's him... he's back..." Eyes widened in admiration as they took in his new look. His skin was adorned with intricate new tattoos, snaking their way up his arms and neck, adding an edgy appeal to his already devastating charisma.He entered the dimly lit club, the pulsating music and sensual atmosphere a fitting backdrop for his return. He had left for an operation in the other territories but now, he was back.Without
EPILOGUE>>PART 2After the handshake, they stood side by side in silence. The unexpected turn of events still shocked Alberto as he couldn't believe everything had gone smoothly, and he was now standing beside the one person he least expected to make amends with.As they stood, a question that had been nagging in his mind popped in and he couldn't resist asking. "About the scar on your chest... Did I do that? During the fight, I mean"More than once, he had caught glimpses of the scar when Enzo trained shirtless. And due to the depth, Alberto couldn't help but wonder if he was responsible for it."Nah. A girl." Enzo replied curtly.Alberto had not anticipated a response, but then, a girl??? Who could she be? What was her relationship with Enzo? The scar seemed too severe to be inflicted by someone Enzo didn't have a deep connection with. Alberto was curious, but he knew better than to pry even when the question still lingered in his mind. Just as they resumed standing in silence, Lucr
EPILOGUETWO YEARS LATER... The lavish table was set with fine china, crystal glasses, and silverware. Golden candelabras adorned the center, casting a warm glow over the spread of meat, steaming dishes, salads, desserts, and fresh fruits. The family had gathered for a grand Thanksgiving celebration with Ville, Carmencita, Lucretia, Alberto, and Alfonso in attendance. The twins, now 7 years old, burst with energy and raced around the dining room, pursuing Enzo. "I'm gonna catch you, Uncle Enzo""And why do you think so?" Enzo asked, breathing heavily as the twins continued their relentless pursuit."Because I'm the fastest""No, you're not," Vincenzo countered, trying hard to overcome his elder brother."I am""You're not!""I am"As the kids kept competing against one another, Alberto watched the commotion with a warm smile on his face, while sipping his whiskey. He hadn't expected an invitation from Sergio and was shocked when he received one. That was the first time he was dinin
Chapter 190Sergio's eyes locked on Rosana's as the air between them crackled with anticipation. It had been far too long since they'd last been intimate, and the tension was undeniable."Rosana." He called out and took a step closer to her. She stood frozen, her heart racing, as his fingers traced the curve of her spine. He gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and that sent shivers down her spine. With his eyes never leaving hers, he leaned in and grazed the curve of her neck with his lips. Rosana's eyelids fluttered close as she tilted her head, inviting him deeper. Just as she craved, he trailed kisses along her skin, each one igniting a spark that nearly engulfed her.Moaning quietly, she raised her hand to his chest and felt the warmth of his skin beneath his shirt. She tugged gently and Sergio's lips curved into a smile as he obliged, shedding his shirt to reveal the chiseled contours of his torso.Their eyes met once more, the connection between them wild and electri
As Rosana stepped into the house, she was immediately surrounded by the warm glow of twinkling candles and the sweet fragrance of fresh flowers. Her eyes widened in surprise as she took in the breathtaking sight before her. What could be the occasion? It wasn't the twins' birthday nor was it their marriage anniversary."Welcome home, Mammà!" The twins chimed in unison, their faces lighting up with excitement. They stood in the entrance of the hall, each holding a bouquet of colorful flowers."Oh, thank you, my sweet knights," Rosana responded, her heart swelling with love and gratitude as she knelt to hug them. She then got the flowers and inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet scent."Welcome home, Amore mio. The kids wanted to surprise you. They've been working on this all day" Rosana's eyes met Sergio's, and she felt a flutter in her chest. He was now standing behind the twins with a warm smile on his face and deep down, she knew that this was more than just a sweet gesture from the
Chapter 188A MONTH LATER•••"Things have been getting better. Sergio is slowly putting the past behind him and doesn't avoid me anymore. My favorite time of the day is when he comes home to us."Lucretia's face lit up with a warm smile as she sipped her lemonade. "Oh, that's awesome. I'm thrilled to hear that, Ana, you deserve it."Rosana's expression turned thoughtful, and she inhaled deeply. "I still quiver thinking about how close I came to losing him.""Well, I'm glad you came to your fucking senses and made things right"The two friends lapsed into a comfortable silence, each lost in their own thoughts, reflecting on the twists and turns their lives had taken over the past few years. Lucretia's thoughts drifted back to the rough months that had passed. She remembered the pain and the fear, the sleepless nights and the endless tears. But most of all, she remembered the realization that had hit her like a ton of bricks—Enzo was still alive.She hadn't seen him again since that nig
FEW DAYS LATER>>> AT THE CAPITALThe Mafia men stepped out of the meeting room, dressed in black suits that fitted their muscular bodies perfectly. Their faces were expressionless, hidden behind dark sunglasses as they stepped out of the Capital, disappearing into waiting black vehicles. As the rest of the men left, Alberto hung back, helping Ville and Enzo with some tasks. Within the past few weeks, he had gotten along with Ville and Alfonso, but things were tougher with Enzo. No matter how hard he tried, Enzo either ignored him or gave him a menacing glare that left him shaken. Still, Alberto refused to give up. He was determined to make amends for his past mistakes and earn forgiveness and acceptance, especially from his half-brothers Sergio and Enzo."You should head back home," Ville said to him three hours later. "I'll finish up from here""Yeah... About that... I've got nothing else to do. I'd rather finish up with you than return to that cold empty house"Ville chuckled and l
Sergio paused in front of the bedroom door, his hand hovering over the door knob. He had timed his entrance perfectly, believing Rosana would be fast asleep and he would be spared the agony of avoiding her. Instead, he conjured up an image of watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest while she slept peacefully. He longed to caress her hair and cheek, planting soft kisses on her forehead.Taking a deep breath, he turned the knob and pushed the door open. His expectations were shattered once he met with Rosana standing on the other side, her blue eyes wide and wary. She wasn't asleep, because unlike him, she had been waiting, ready to confront him and have that conversation he had been avoiding. "Bambolina!" Sergio's low and gentle voice washed over her like a gentle caress, triggering a flurry of emotions that left her breathless. Her lips parted, but there were no words. She just stood frozen, staring at him with wide eyes as though he had just emerged from thin air. Time seem
Ville raised an eyebrow, his skepticism, evident. Choosing not to pursue the matter further, he steered the conversation back on track as though there was no interruption. Sergio, too, didn't press for more information because he knew his brother's stubbornness all too well.Feeling thankful that they hadn't pushed the issue, Enzo lowered his gaze in an attempt to avoid Sergio's scrutiny. The truth was too raw and too painful. No matter how hard they pushed, he couldn't bring himself to share it, not now, not ever. He knew the consequences of revealing even a fragment of it and wasn't ready for that. For now, they would remain locked away, hidden behind his stoic facade until he was finally able to erase her and memories of their past. *****Rosana stood at the bedroom window, cradling a glass of wine as she gazed out into the night sky. The evening breeze carried a soothing calm, silencing her mind.She had just finished dinner with the family and Enzo. Seeing that the twins were s
Rio's sleepy eyes fluttered open, drawn to the soft sobs and sniffles that pierced the night air. He spotted Lucretia huddled on the windowsill and immediately scampered off the bed, rushing to her side. "Mammà, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Lucretia lifted her head, her puffy, teary eyes meeting Rio's concerned face. She hadn't realized he was awake. Quickly wiping away her tears, she forced a fragile smile and pulled him close."It's nothing, amore. I was just... thinking,"Rio's brow furrowed. "Are you hurt, Mammà? You fell on the floor and wouldn't open your eyes.""Oh, that..." Lucretia's voice trembled as she sniffled once more. "I'm sorry, I scared you. I was very tired and just... It will never happen again, I promise."Rio's small arms wrapped tightly around her, offering comfort. Then, suddenly, he pulled back, his eyes widening with curiosity. "Where's Uncle Enzo?"Lucretia froze. How did he know Enzo? "I can be friends with him because he's not a bad man, right?" R