"You will no longer be in charge of the Strip clubs, brothels, and bars," Sergio told Munika, his eyes not leaving his laptop for a second. He typed fast, his fingers dancing on the keyboard before he paused and continued. "You will no longer be in charge of everything else because there is someone else taking that position" A familiar, creeping sense of doom slithered around Munika's neck and her heart slammed a panicked rhythm against her ribcage. She wanted to ask him why but already knew the reasons. There was a new Queen which meant a change of power and responsibilities. But she had not expected it too soon. It was only a few hours after the Introduction and he was taking everything from her. A bolt of fury sizzled through her as she thought of all the services she had rendered to him, the men and women in the Mafia, all the Billionaires and powerful men who came seeking pleasure... "My wife, Rosana will now be in control over everything" He announced finally and her heart pu
By the time they were done visiting all the places, Rosana was tired. They finally retired to the headquarters where she was shown around and taken to her office. "And this is Angelica, your secretary. She worked with my mum for the past six years and knows her job" Angelica bowed and smiled sweetly. "My Lady. It is an honor!" "She will prep you on everything you have to know and how the business works. She is trusted." He then turned to the man who had been standing like a statue all through. "And this motherf*cker here is Ville, your Personal bodyguard. We go way back. We are like brothers but we came out of different p*ssies" Rosana arched her brows and turned to look at the man who stood at the other end of the room. He had a scar on the side of his face that made him look deadly and handsome at the same time. When he looked up, her breath hitched in her throat and she was forced to look away. "Can we talk about this later?" She asked Enzo, feeling uncomfortable about the whol
Sergio moved closer, and she battled to focus when she was so consumed by him. She caught a whiff of his cologne—something cool and expensive-smelling, like spice. It was so delicious she wanted to bury her face in his neck. But she rebuffed the thought immediately. That didn’t stop the swarm of butterflies that had taken flight in her stomach. Traitors. That was what she called them because they always betrayed her anytime he was around. "Hmm, Bambolina?" Sergio leaned forward and planted a warm wet kiss on the side of her neck. One that made her inside squirm once again. "What do you say?" Rosana imagined sitting on his face and riding his tongue, just as had said. A shiver of pleasure worked down her spine and her pûssy clenched in excitement. What would it feel like to have his warm tongue inside of her while she rode his face, chasing her climax? She wondered, gasping as his teeth nip at the delicate skin. Of course, it would be wonderful because she could already feel her bod
Her mouth dropped open, almost hitting the table as mortification tugged at her stomach. She turned and searched around just to be sure no one had heard. "You do not know that!" She counteracted and took a sip from her glass of water, her face and neck already turning red. "Oh yes, I do. Should I spill it out for you?" He asked, causing her to choke on her drink. "They are my perfect size and shape anyway!" Rosana coughed and dropped the glass immediately. Once again, she looked around to see if anyone had heard but there was no one. They were all alone in the eatery. "Just stop. You do not have to say that!" "What are you ashamed of, hmm? It is only the two of us here" He responded and picked up his glass of wine. "Besides, I would still say anything I want if the whole f*cking world gathered around us. They ought to know that I own everything about you" "Your hair, your eyes, your lips..." His voice deepened, turning grave. "Your pûssy and every juice dripping out of it. Everyt
Rosana woke up early in the morning and dressed up in her combat uniform. Even after the introduction, she still had to train with Enzo to keep fit. But now was different because she didn't have to train like her life depended on it. Enzo was still charming with his smiles and joked around as always. He was shocked when he learned that Rosana had ordered her bodyguard to whip Senator Marcello Di Maggio. One of the powerful men who bowed to them. The Mafia was the reason for their existence. "Have you finally made up your mind about that motherf*cker, Ville?" He asked during their training. Enzo had not forgotten how they both went back and forth on their first day. "He is staying. I need him" "You need him?" Enzo asked, surprise evident in his voice. "Since f*cking when?" Since Sergio informed me that I needed him. She wanted to say but bit back the words. "Since when I realized that I needed protection. And how else would I have handled that psychopath anyway?" "You handled him
"It all happened when I went to use the bathroom. Two men followed me in there and pointed their f*cking guns at me. I was so scared and tried to escape but they were bigger... Stronger. One of them slapped me hard across the face because I had bitten him. I lost balance and hit my head on the tiles. That was the last thing I remembered before I passed out""I woke to find myself tied up in a plane. My mouth was taped and I could not move or make a f*cking sound. I was so helpless and thought they were gonna k*ll me. They inflicted so much pain and made me bleed from every corner of my body" She choked on a sob and continued. "I was only eighteen! And that was supposed to be the best day of my life!""They brought me back here and delivered me to Grasso Romon, all broken. Turns out my father owed him so much over the years and could not pay him back. He found out about me and sent his men to get me for the debt repayment.""Oh, goodness!" Rosana cried and pulled her into another hug. "
Vicenta was not the type to back away from a fight. Not when she loathed the lady standing in front of her and wished she could strangle her. But she knew better than to lay as tiny as her pinky finger on her, not even by mistake.She might be the Don's Mistress but Rosana was his legal wife, the lady he showed off to the world. She was his Queen and had more claims to him but she was nothing! Just an object for pleasure.But Vicenta never planned to settle with that. She loved Sergio very much and couldn't sit by and watch another woman take him away from her. She didn't care if Rosana was his wife. All she knew was that she was there first and will always be there!"Having a change of mind, huh?" Rosana asked and smiled sardonically. "What are you afraid of? Death?"A shiver snaked down Vicenta's spine on hearing the word. DEATH. That was one of the things she feared. Besides, who wouldn't? "Coffee, My Lady" Carmencita's soft voice broke in and they both turned to look at her. She h
Lucretia walked out of the dressing room, already dressed in her dancing outfit for the night. She wore a black bra, a red pleated short skirt, a black choker and earrings, black thigh-high heels, and a black costume mask. Her makeup was light underneath. She only applied red lipstick on her lips, mascara, eyeliner, and a little powder on her face. Her brown hair was neatly combed and tied to a messy bun at the back of her head, giving her a sexy and eye-catching look. She walked through the hallway, not giving the slightest attention to the people that stopped and stared at her. They couldn't see her face because of the mask but they already knew she was one breathtaking lady. Lucretia took a deep breath as she started towards Rosana's office. She was nervous and needed to see her best friend last minute before the dance. No one was going to recognize her because of the mask. Because of safety reasons, she had decided to use it. As she kept walking, she bumped into a hard wall. N
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