"Goodness... What happened?" Rosana inquired and sat down on the bed. They just returned from France and had to visit the hospital immediately when they got the news."I am fine. You do not have to worry about me"Sergio stood by the door with both hands inside his trouser pocket. He watched the two friends quietly, especially Rosana who looked so worried and concerned. When Talitha broke the news about what happened to Lucretia, she had been shattered and blamed herself for not being there to protect her."Talitha told me that someone tried to hurt you""Yes, that was two days ago. I am fine, seriously" Lucretia responded and shifted on the bed. She could feel Enzo's hard gaze on her which made her uncomfortable. Adding to that, her best friend's husband, the Don , was standing right at the door. Two powerful and ruthless men in one room."Tell me what happened, Cretia, I am almost losing my mind"Lucretia bit her lower lips nervously. How was she going to tell Rosana everything in fr
"Lucretia was the only friend I had," Rosana told Sergio who sat behind her in the bathtub, drawing circles in her back. "She was crazy and always got us into trouble but I loved her, we loved each other" "But then, she disappeared on our graduation day. I searched everywhere for her and cried every night. I thought I would never see her again until she appeared at the club." She paused and sighed. "Turns out her father had used her to clear the debt he owed Grasso Romon. She was his slave... His s*x slave!" Sergio kissed her shoulder and drew her closer to himself. She relaxed and rested her head on his chest. "I wish I could find whoever tried to hurt her. No doubt it was one of his men" Before Talitha even called to inform Rosana about what happened, Sergio had gotten the news about Enzo's visit to the RE clan. What he couldn't understand was why he killed six men who had not offended him. Aside from that, Enzo wasn't a violent person. He was mostly quiet but dangerous. Sergio a
Carmencita knocked on the door and walked into the room with Vicenta's food. She gently placed it on the table and waited for her to finish taking her bath. It wasn't her duty to serve her breakfast but she felt the need to do so. With the rumors flying around, she needed to have a word with her.Vicenta finally walked out of the bathroom, covered in a white robe. Once she looked up and saw her, she placed both hands on her stomach and screamed her lungs out. She had expected to find anyone in the room but not Carmencita."What the hell are you doing in here?" Without waiting for her response, she added. "Get out. Now!!!""I am sorry if I startled you...""Get. Out. Of. My. Room!"Carmencita ignored her and continued. "I brought you breakfast. You should eat immediately before it gets cold!"Vicenta fisted her hands and gritted her teeth. What was she doing in her room? She wondered, glaring hard at her. And why did she bring her breakfast personally? Usually, it was always the maids,
"Last two weeks, it was reported that Mr. Enzo killed six of RE's men. No one knows why but he just did it!" "No... What?!?" Both Lucretia and Rosana chorused, their eyes going round. "Why am I hearing about it just now?" Rosana asked, looking from Angelica to Ville who stood at the door. "Why would he even do that? Did my husband know about this?" "We just got the information, My Lady and yes, the Don knew about it. He has different sources in the different clans all around the world" Lucretia looked away, her eyes focused on the window. For the past week, she had avoided Enzo and declined all the VIP sessions with him. Thankfully, Talitha never knew about it because after accepting to dance, she always asked Sonya to fill in for her. She also danced however she wanted with the men at the club but didn't let them touch her. Not because Enzo was always watching but because she wanted her body to heal from all the maltreatment it had undergone for the past years. "A lot had hap
When he finally arrived at his house, he got out of the car and turned over to carry her out. "Welcome to heaven Cariño but first, I will love to apologize. Do you know why?"Lucretia looked up at him, her deep green eyes flaring. She couldn't believe he had taken her to his house of all places. What was he planning to do with her? She wondered as tension coiled within her like a snake ready to strike. He raised his hand and caressed her face with his fingers. When she tried to move away from him, he grasped her face and pressed the pads of his fingers into the hollow of her cheeks."Do you know why, Cariño?" He asked again with quiet venom and this time, she responded by shaking her head. "Because I will be making your life a living hell""The only reason why you ran around like a wildcat the whole time was because I let you. Now, I am going to put a leash on you... I am going to cage you. I will f*ck your brains out, deep and hard, and you will f*cking scream. Sadly, no one will com
A scream ripped from her throat at the painful stretch of his size and the roughness with which he thrust into her. Tears sprung to her eyes, but her scream eventually faded into a string of mindless whimpers and squeals. "Yes... Master!" Lucretia groaned, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. She didn't even realize the word that slipped out and didn't care if she was breaking his rules. The only thing that mattered to her was how good he felt inside of her. How he stretched her and filled her up completely. How he kept hitting the spot that sent an electric spike of sensation spearing through her. Nothing felt so rough and painful yet lovely and beautiful. Enzo went still and stopped moving inside of her. She mourned the sudden pause and expected him to pick up the pace but he didn't. Instead, he pushed his lower body backward, retrieving his cøck from inside her. "What... No!" She cried and turned back to find him staring at her round a*s. "Give me more... Harder!" He l
Lucretia stirred on the big, cozy bed and slowly opened her eyes to the new environment. As she looked around the large room, bits and pieces from last night replayed in her mind. Slowly at first, then all at once. Her cheeks heated up when she remembered the filthy things they had said and done in the room. The coldness in his voice when he spoke to her at first, the roughness of his touch that set her soul ablaze, his deep and vicious thrusts, the pleasure and pain mixed, the warmth in his eyes, and his promises! In the end, she succumbed to him, crying and screaming her lungs out. Does that mean they were now a couple? She wondered, staring at the closer door. No, she immediately dismissed the thought. They were not a couple. She was just his new toy to play with until he found another more interesting one. A man like Enzo had no regard for commitments or love. He didn't even know what those things were. All he knew was how to get whatever he wanted, use, and dump them whenever
•••🏴☠️ THE CAPITAL 🏴☠️••• "Welcome, gentlemen!" Alfonso greeted from the head of the table, his eyes moving from one man to another. They were six in number and looked deadly with the different scars and tattoos covering up their bodies from head to toe. One of the men grunted in response and turned to whisper to the man sitting next to him. He nodded in return and glared at Alfonso before turning to whisper to the next person. They continued that way while Alfonso remained quiet. He didn't utter a word or try to interfere. Instead, he sat still, watching each of them and taking notes of their movements. The room was dimly lit and filled with strong smoke from different pipes and cigarettes. The atmosphere was cold and unsettling too. One who was not strong enough could not stand in there firmly, let alone, speak. "Where is Padrino?" Donovan, the oldest man in the room growled. He had a deadly scar running underneath his eyes and down the side of his face. "We requested a meeti
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