Rosana slammed her mouth shut and immediately took a seat at the end of the room. She squeezed her eyes and shivered, already knowing what was going to happen and how it was going to end. She shouldn't have done it. She shouldn't have tested or tempted him in any way, knowing he was Sergio De Niro. She shouldn't have tried to inflame him. She shouldn't have tried to get back at him using someone innocent. She shouldn't have dragged the poor man into their mess. But it was too late. "You talked to her, you had a couple of drinks, you danced, you touched her..." "Sergio, please... He is innocent!" He ignored her and continued. "You laid hands on her... On what's mine" Madrigal didn't get a chance to utter any more words. Before he knew what was transpiring, he was held down by Sergio's men who were invisible the whole time. His hands were outstretched on the table while Sergio walked over holding a knife. "Please let me go!!! I didn't touch her... She... She didn't let me. Tell h
With their lips still locked in a fierce and hungry kiss, Sergio approached their bedroom with Rosana in his arms. When he got to the door, she withdrew her right hand around his neck and turned the knob while he kicked it open. Once inside the room, he kicked the door shut behind them without breaking the kiss. Rosana was breathless and dazed. Her body ached for more than just his kisses and touches. It ached for him, all of him. She had waited so long, they had. Now, their bloød boiled under their skin, raging from months of starvation and fighting each other and their lips burned as they kissed. "Lay me on the bed" Rosana uttered breathlessly, breaking the kiss. "It is not in your place to give commands, Bambolina" Sergio growled and grabbed a handful of her a*s. He squeezed it tight, earning a low groan from her. "You forget this is a punishment" "Then punish me—in bed" Sergio chuckled darkly and lowered her to the ground. "You do not have to beg for it." "I was not begging"
A scream ripped from her throat and she buried her face on the pillow. With the painful stretch of his cøck and the roughness with which he slammed into her, her body went on fire, high on flames. Thankfully, he didn't move. He remained still until her tight wall stretched to his size. He finally pulled out and she heaved in relief. Before she could refill her lungs with air, he slammed into her again, his thrust mightier than the first. Due to the force, she screamed and lost her balance, and fell flat on the bed. "Too much?" Sergio asked with a smirk and leaned forward. He bundled her hair around his fist and forced her back on her limbs. "I don't think so" She screamed as he slammed into her over and over again, his thrusts deep, hard, and fast. He yanked her hair to keep her in place while his cøck plunged and retreated, hitting a spot that made everything in the world fade away. There was nothing else in her mind except him. Sergio. "So f*cking tight." He growled and lowered h
Rosana woke up the next morning and couldn't find Sergio on the bed. Her heart slammed against her ribcage and hurt more than the pain between her legs. He left... After everything! She remained on the bed, staring at the ceiling with teary eyes. He left... She couldn't even move because her body suddenly felt like a log of wood. Maybe he had even destroyed her lower body and it was now out of commission. He left... That reminder struck her like a jab to her ribs. But for how long? She could still remember falling asleep in his arms. And if her mind wasn't playing tricks on her, she had also heard him mutter under his breath and peck her forehead. Her thoughts screeched to a halt the moment she looked up and found Sergio standing behind the closed door with both hands stuffed inside his pocket. He still had the same solid expression on his face but the look in his eyes was the same as the previous night. Warm... Soft... She snapped her mind out of it and glared at him. There's n
"Good day, My Lady!" Carmencita greeted and walked into the room with a smile on her face. "I brought you lunch"Rosana simply nodded in response because she was still very weak to speak or hold a conversation. She raised her body from the bed and winced when she felt the intense pain in her lower region. Would she ever be able to sit and walk properly again? "Eat up. You look pale"Again, Rosana nodded and started eating. She was grateful that Carmencita served her lunch in bed instead of making her eat on the table. That way, she didn't have to struggle to move from the bed.Carmencita watched quietly while she ate. When she was done, she cleared the plates and returned with some drugs and a glass of water. "This would be good for you""I do not need drugs, I am fine" She replied with furrowed brows."I know. But you cannot say the same to what you are feeling down there, My dear."She gulped and stared at her in shock. "You... You know?"The older woman nodded with a soft smile and
Lucretia remained in her seat, unable to move after being given a new appointment for the night. She had finished dressing up and was ready to dance when Talitha sent for her. "I... My job is to dance..." "Yes, Lucretia. And that is what you will be doing tonight" Talitha was the woman in charge of the girls. It was her duty to assign them to different men and ensure they carried out their work perfectly. She also took them for different tests and treatments every month and ensured they were fit and healthy for their job. "But..." Lucretia paused and sighed. "My job is to teach the girls how to dance and also dance in the clubhouse, not in a VIP room" "I am aware of that. But tonight, there will be an exception. Instead of dancing at the club, you will dance in the VIP room" A frustrated sigh ripped out of her chest as she squeezed her eyes shut. Where was Rosana? She wondered, wishing her best friend could just appear and save her. She was the only person who could terminate wha
Lucretia shivered and shook her head in response. He had not clapped which meant he wasn't impressed. But why? All she did was dance her heart and soul out because her income was tied to it. She even danced more than she did in weeks and gave him her best. But it wasn't enough. "I... I will dance again..." "What difference will it make, Cariño? I sat and watched you for hours" "Then what do you want?" She inquired as he took another step forward. "I know you asked me to quit. I already gave you my reasons why I could not" Maybe that is why he was punishing her, Lucretia thought as her mind raced back to when they first met in the club. After she declined and walked away that night, he disappeared. A part of her was thankful that he was gone but another part was scared of what would happen if he returned. Enzo took another step forward and she flinched. He was taller and intimidating. One who was capable of hurting her if he wanted to. "There is something you need to know, Cariño"
•••THREE WEEKS LATER•••"You need to tell me when he is coming back" Rosana directed once Enzo got into the room. She didn't even wait for him to close the door behind him. "It's been three weeks and five days"Enzo smiled and closed the door. He walked further into the office and crossed his hands behind him. "Someone has been counting""Do not play with me""I am not, my lady!" He replied and instantly wiped the smile from his face. "Why would I? Playing with you is punishable by death"Rosana sighed and wiped her face with her palms. "Enzo...""You look tired, My Lady""Because I cannot stop thinking about your brother!" She wanted to say but she squeezed her mouth shut. Enzo didn't have to know that she stayed all night thinking about Sergio. Sometimes she waited in front of the window, waiting for different cars to drive into the mansion like they used to whenever he returned."I am not tired, just worried. Is he dead? Why am I not able to reach him? What is happening?""Calm your
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