ISADORA
I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on him, I swear. I was just looking for Rafael. Luca had told me to take him with me to shop for my school materials. One of his men directed me to his office, and that’s when I heard it. Luca’s voice, sharp and angry, cut through the door like a blade. He was talking about The Scorpions. What the hell is that? And then… my dad? A trafficking ring? There’s something going on, something big and no one is telling me about it. My chest felt tight as I stood there, frozen. I can’t just sit here in the dark. I have to find out what’s happening, especially if it involves my dad. Trying to shake off the unease curling in my stomach, I texted Laura to let her know I’d be back at school next week. Within minutes, my phone rang, her name flashing on the screen. “Oh my God, Isa!” she squealed the moment I picked up. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you. Are you really coming back?” “Yes, I’ll be there next week,” I said, forcing myself to sound more excited than I felt. We spent hours catching up. Laura rattled on about the usual—lectures, gossip, and the one professor who always seemed to have it out for us. I couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm, even though my mind kept drifting back to what I overheard. As the conversation lulled, I wandered to my window, cradling the phone in my hand. That’s when I saw him, Luca. He stormed out of the house, his jaw set, his shoulders rigid with tension. Rafael was right behind him, moving quickly to keep up. Something had set him off, and I had a feeling it had everything to do with what I overheard earlier. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good. Toward noon, my phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number. "I know your predicament. I can help you escape." My heart raced as I stared at the screen. Who could’ve sent this? Only my mom and dad knew I was here with Luca, not even Laura had a clue. I hesitated for a moment before typing back, "Who are you?" Five minutes later, a reply came. "Your well-wisher." Well-wisher? My stomach twisted in suspicion. It didn’t sit right. Could it be Luca? Was he testing me, trying to see if I’d take the bait? I decided to ignore the text. Picking up my novel, I tried to distract myself, but the words blurred on the page as my thoughts spiraled. Who was this person? How did they know where I was? And why now? Eventually, I gave up and decided to take a walk around the house. I needed to clear my head. The house was massive, a maze of hallways and rooms, some of which I hadn’t even explored yet. As always, there were guards everywhere. They pretended not to notice me, but I wasn’t stupid. Their eyes followed my every move. I wandered aimlessly until I stumbled across a door I hadn’t seen before. It was tucked away at the end of a hallway, almost hidden. Was it a basement? A storage room? I couldn’t tell, but curiosity got the best of me. I twisted the knob. It was unlocked. Inside, the air was cool and faintly musty. The room was packed with items covered in transparent plastic, probably things they no longer used. Boxes were stacked haphazardly, and furniture leaned against the walls, shrouded like ghosts. Something caught my eye, a book on one of the shelves. It looked old, its leather cover cracked and worn, but it had been carefully preserved. I pulled it out and flipped it open. The first photo stopped me cold. A beautiful redhead in a wedding dress stared back at me, her smile radiant and soft. She was stunning, her eyes full of joy. My heart skipped a beat as I read the tag beneath the photo "Alicia Garcia." Luca’s dead wife. I stood there, frozen, staring at her face. Memories of whispered conversations flooded back to me, rumors that Luca had killed his wife in cold blood. It was something everyone in high society had speculated about but no one dared to say to his face. As I looked at her picture, my chest tightened. Could the rumors be true? Could Luca really have killed her? And if he did… what did that mean for me? The sound of footsteps outside the door snapped me out of my thoughts. Panicked, I quickly slid the album back onto the shelf and stepped out of the room, my heart racing. I didn’t want to find out what would happen if Luca caught me in there. I didn’t get far before I came face-to-face with him. “Done snooping around?” he sneered, his voice laced with that dangerous edge I was starting to recognize all too well. “I wasn’t—” “Be truthful for once,” he cut me off, his tone sharp enough to make me flinch. He stepped closer, his towering presence making the hallway feel even smaller. “Come on, ask me.” “Ask you what?” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. He tilted his head, studying me like I was a puzzle he was piecing together. “You don’t think I see those wheels in your head turning? Or the thousand questions you’ve got sitting right there on the tip of your tongue?” “I—” “Ask me,” he said again, softer this time but no less commanding. The words caught in my throat. My mind raced back to the album, to the photo of Alicia, her radiant smile, and the rumors that had haunted Luca for years. My pulse thundered in my ears. I swallowed hard, the question burning on my tongue. “Did you…” I hesitated, my chest tightening. “Did you kill her?” His entire body froze. For a moment, it felt like the air was sucked out of the room. His blue eyes locked onto mine, icy and unreadable. “That’s the question you want to ask me?” His voice was dangerously quiet, each word clipped and deliberate. I couldn’t back down now, even as fear clawed at my throat. “It’s what they say about you,” I whispered. “People say you—” “People say a lot of things, Isadora,” he cut me off, stepping closer. His presence was suffocating, his gaze like a blade slicing through my resolve. “Do you believe them?” “I don’t know what to believe,” I admitted, my voice trembling. He stared at me for a long, agonizing moment before letting out a cold laugh, one that sent chills down my spine. “Be careful what answers you go looking for,” he said, his tone sharp enough to cut. “You might not like what you find.” And just like that, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving me standing there with my heart pounding and the haunting realization that I might’ve just poked the beast. Did he do it? Or was I too scared to know the truth?ISADORA Luca kept his promise. I started taking classes again, but turns out I had a lot of work and notes to catch up on. I couldn’t hide the fact that I was engaged to Luca from Laura, especially when I’m followed by two bodyguards wherever I go. Surprisingly, she took it better than I thought she would. It was a relief, honestly. But Luca’s been working late a lot lately, and I rarely see him anymore. I’m not sure if I’m crazy, but I miss him. Every time we dined together, he’d ask about school, about how I was coping. I could see the bags under his eyes, the weight of everything pressing on him. He was stressed, a lot more than I think he let on. It’s Sunday now, and I’m catching up on schoolwork. Luca’s library is well-equipped, and I’ve been spending most of my time here, trying to get through the backlog. "Studying?" Rafael’s voice startled me. "Yeah, I have a test next week," I stretched and turned to face him. He was holding a small box. "For you," he said, handing it
ISADORA Flashes went off the moment we stepped out of the car, the bright lights blinding and relentless. Luca's hand found its place on my waist, firm and possessive, as he guided me into the grand hall."Don’t wander too far," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. I nodded, though the thought of wandering off was the furthest thing from my mind.Inside, Luca was immediately swept into a sea of people—some young, some older, but all with the same goal: to curry favor or ask for something only he could give. I watched as he handled them effortlessly, his charm on full display, while I stood to the side, feeling somewhat out of place in a room full of polished, dangerous faces.It wasn’t long before my parents arrived. My mother’s face lit up with a small, practiced smile as she pulled me into a hug."Isa, dear, you look beautiful," she said, her tone sweet but hollow."Thank you, Mother," I replied, my voice flat and distant."I miss you," she added, but her words barely regi
Luca I was seething. My fists clenched so tight my knuckles ached, the fire burning in my chest begging for release. I wanted to punch something or someone but I couldn’t. Not with Isadora beside me, her hands trembling ever so slightly, despite the steady front she was trying to put on.Rafael had caught the bastard who pulled the trigger, but the only reason I wasn’t ramming my fist into his face right now was her. She needed me calm. Steady. For her sake, I was forcing the rage down, burying it deep where it wouldn’t touch her.The ride home was steeped in silence. Tension weighed the air, thick and heavy. I glanced at her. She was staring out the window, lost somewhere far away. I could still see the flash of terror in her eyes, hear the faint gasp she made right after the shot, it had burned itself into my mind."You okay?" I asked, my voice rougher than I intended.She didn’t look at me, just gave a small nod. "I’m fine," she murmured, though I could hear the lie in every sylla
Isadora A slight movement beneath me startled me awake. I blinked, disoriented, and realized I'd fallen asleep on Luca's chest. His arm was still around me, holding me close, but his body jerked suddenly. "n-no, get away from her," he muttered, his voice hoarse, strained with something I couldn't place. His face twisted, brows furrowed as he shifted restlessly beneath me. "d-don't..." "Luca," I said softly, gently tapping his chest. "Luca, wake up. It's just a nightmare." But he didn't wake up. His expression darkened, his breathing uneven. Before I could react, his hand shot out, grabbing my arm in a vise-like grip. "Don't touch me," he hissed, his words slurred with sleep. "You're despicable. You killed her!" His hold tightened, his fingers digging painfully into my skin. "Luca!" I winced, trying to shake him awake. "Luca, wake up! You're hurting me!" His grip didn't loosen, and for a moment, panic surged through me. His nightmare had a hold on him, and I wasn't sure how to
Isadora A few weeks had passed since the attack, and life had taken on a strange new normal. Luca had enrolled me in self-defense classes, though I wasn’t sure if it was for my protection or just his peace of mind. My two former bodyguards had been replaced by new ones, both of whom looked like they could kill with just a glare. And then there was Rafael who was always there, always watching, like a shadow I couldn’t shake. He wasn’t exactly fun, but I’d caught him smiling more than once when he was around Laura. Maybe she was softening him up. With finals just a few weeks away, most of my time was spent studying. Luca, despite his... unconventional line of work, had been surprisingly helpful. Whenever he wasn’t busy running the Mafia, he’d sit with me and help me prepare. He’d even tutor me on the parts of business law that made my head spin, his sharp mind and patient demeanor catching me off guard. It was almost easy to forget who he really was when he’d show up with blankets a
Isadora The elevator ride felt suffocating, the silence pressing down like a heavy weight. Luca stood next to me, his presence commanding as always, but now it felt different, tense, expectant.“Isadora,” he finally said, his voice low but firm. “What aren’t you telling me?”I looked at him, my pulse quickening. His eyes were sharp, piercing into me like he could unravel my secrets if I even hesitated too long.“It’s nothing, really,” I said, trying to sound convincing. “Just—”The elevator dinged, cutting me off as we reached the lobby. Luca’s jaw tightened, but he let the moment pass, ushering me toward the car.The drive back to the house was quiet. Too quiet. Luca didn’t speak, and I didn’t dare break the silence. My phone burned in my bag, the latest text repeating in my mind like a broken record. “Ask him about Alicia. You deserve to know.”Alicia. His first wife.I couldn’t shake the curiosity, the doubt. I knew I should let it go, but the question lingered, clawing at me.Whe
Isadora "Wow, you look terrible," Laura said as I stepped into class, her tone shot back, sliding into the seat next to her."Don’t deflect," she said, leaning closer. "Something’s up with you. Spill."I sighed, leaning on my elbows. "I went out on a date with Luca."Her eyebrows shot up. "You what? How did it go?""It was fine, I guess," I said slowly. "Until I got this text." I pulled out my phone and showed her the string of anonymous messages I’d been getting, the ones about Luca and Alicia, his dead wife.Laura frowned as she scrolled through them. "Okay, yeah, this is... weird. Do you think the rumors are true, though?""I don’t know what to believe, Laura," I admitted, running a hand through my hair. "He’s so good to me. He’s thoughtful, kind... but he’s also a Don. He kills people. And Alicia..." I trailed off, biting my lip."And?" Laura pressed, her voice quieter now.I hesitated, my throat tightening as the words hovered on the tip of my tongue. "And... I think I’ve start
Luca "What about Alicia?" The topic was a sore spot for me, and this wasn't the first time she'd brought it up. "Be truthful with me, Luca." "Did you love her?" I raised a brow at her. Where was this coming from? "No." I didn't even blink. She gulped. "Did you-did you kill her?" She wouldn't meet my eyes. "No," I said, my tone steady. Her head snapped up sharply. "You didn't?" she repeated, almost like she didn't believe me. "What? You sound like you want it to be me so badly. I might be a bad person, Isadora, and yeah, I might kill people. But I don't hurt women or children," I said, my voice dropping to something cold and sharp. "But the rumors-" "Do you believe the rumors?" I cut her off, holding her gaze, daring her to answer. Isadora’s lips parted, but no sound came out. The hesitation in her eyes told me more than words ever could. "I asked you a question," I said, my tone cutting through the silence like a blade. "Do you believe the rumors?" "I... I d
LUCAThe Next MorningThe storm inside me hadn’t passed. It had simply settled into a quiet rage, one that hummed beneath my skin like a loaded gun. I stood by the window in my office, watching the sun claw its way up through the skyline, wondering how the hell it had come to this.Emilio. That name was starting to rot in my brain. I should’ve seen him coming. I should’ve anticipated the move, the breach. The moment I saw the fear in Isadora’s eyes, I knew I’d failed. And failure? That’s not something I wear lightly.She was right. She always is when it comes to the things I don’t want to admit. I’d been so obsessed with shielding her, watching her every move, preparing for every threat—except the one that slipped right past us. And she’d seen it clearer than I had: maybe she wasn’t the real target. Maybe I was.But fuck, if I’m the target, then fine. Let them come. I can take it. I’ve taken worse. What I can’t take? Watching her unravel, feeling that grief eating her
ISADORA “I mean,” I continued, my voice tightening with each word, “what if it’s not me they want? What if they’re after you? What if Emilio’s plan is bigger than just hurting me? Maybe I’m just the distraction.” I saw the shift in him, but it wasn’t shock. It was something else—an understanding. A knowing. “I thought I’d made that clear,” he said, his voice softer now, almost like he was speaking to himself. “You’re always the first to be in danger because they know what you mean to me. But I’ve never thought you were the ultimate target.” My chest tightened at the realization. I wanted to argue, but the truth was, he already knew. He’d already thought of it. He always thought of everything. “You always think about me,” I murmured, my voice cracking slightly, “but you never think about yourself. About what could happen to you.” He stepped closer, but this time there was no anger in his movement. Just an unsettling calm. “You don’t get it, Isador
ISADORAThe tension in the house was suffocating. Luca hadn’t spoken much since last night, but I could feel his presence—watchful, calculating. He was always in control, but now? Now he was something else entirely. A storm waiting to break.I sat in the library, pretending to read while my mind ran in circles. Emilio. The name had latched onto my thoughts, sinking its claws in, refusing to let go. He had sent someone to me. He had found me. I was supposed to be safe under Luca’s protection, yet a stranger had slipped past his security like it was nothing.A sharp knock at the door made me jump.Laura stepped in, eyes scanning me carefully before shutting the door behind her. “You okay?”I sighed, closing the book I wasn’t actually reading. “I don’t know.”She sat on the armrest of my chair, crossing her arms. “Luca is losing his mind over this.”I snorted. “Yeah, I gathered that much.”“Have you spoken to him?”I shook my head. “Not since last night. He ju
LUCAThe moment Marco left, I poured myself a drink, but it did nothing to settle the fire burning in my chest. My mind was already running through every possibility, every name that could be responsible for this betrayal.A fucking mole.Someone close. Someone who had access. Someone who knew too much.I needed to be careful. If I made the wrong move, they’d spook, and we’d lose our one chance to track this bastard back to Emilio.My fingers flexed around the glass before I tossed back the whiskey, the burn doing nothing to temper my rage.I pulled out my phone again and dialed Bianca.She answered on the first ring.“Luca.”“Where are you?” I asked, skipping the pleasantries.There was a pause, then, “My office.”“Stay there. I’m coming.”I didn’t wait for her response before I grabbed my jacket and headed for the door.---BIANCA’S OFFICEBianca looked up as I stormed in, her eyes narrowing at my expression. “This isn’t a social visit
LUCAThe moment Isadora stepped through the door, I knew something was wrong.She wasn’t the type to shrink, to tremble, but there was something different about the way she held herself—rigid, controlled, like she was keeping herself from unraveling.Laura was right behind her, her face tight with unease, which only made my pulse hammer harder.I pushed off the desk, my full attention on Isadora. "What happened?"She exhaled sharply, her gaze locked onto mine. "Someone approached me at the boutique."Every muscle in my body went rigid.I crossed the room in three strides, stopping just inches from her. "Who?"She shook her head. "I don’t know. I didn’t recognize him. But he knew my name, Luca. He got into the dressing room—"I snapped.My jaw clenched so hard I could feel the grind of my teeth, my hands fisting at my sides to keep from breaking something.I turned to Marco, who had followed them inside. "Where the fuck were you?"His face was tight
ISADORAThe boutique smelled of fresh fabric and expensive perfume, the kind of place where people whispered in hushed tones, as if speaking too loudly would disturb the delicate world of lace and silk.Laura sat on a plush chair near the mirrors, flipping through her phone while one of the attendants hung up the latest options she’d picked for me. I ran my fingers over the delicate embroidery of a gown, trying to focus, trying to imagine walking down the aisle, wearing this, marrying Luca—Luca.I exhaled slowly, pressing my fingers against my temple. His refusal to postpone the wedding had settled in my chest like a weight, heavy and unmoving. I understood why, but that didn’t mean I had to like it. The world around us was shifting, secrets unraveling, and yet here I was, picking out a wedding dress as if nothing had changed.But everything had changed."Try this one on," Laura said, standing up and handing me a dress. "It looks like something you'd actually wear,
LUCAI sat at the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, staring at nothing. The weight of the revelation hadn’t lifted. If anything, it had settled deeper into my bones, a constant hum of awareness thrumming beneath my skin.I had a brother.A brother who had been hidden from the world. A brother who had vanished the night I put a bullet in our father’s skull.And now, I had to find him.Before he found me.The sound of soft footsteps pulled me from my thoughts. Isadora. I knew before she even touched me, before her hands found my shoulders, squeezing just enough to ground me."We need to talk," she said quietly.I let out a slow breath. "We already did.""Not about that," she said, stepping in front of me. Her gaze was steady, unwavering. "About the wedding."I stiffened. "What about it?"She hesitated, then took a breath, like she was preparing herself for a fight. "Maybe we should postpone."The words landed like a slap.My eyes locked onto he
ISADORAI hated secrets.And I hated the look on Luca’s face even more.He’d been different all day. Not in an obvious way—no one else would’ve noticed—but I knew him too well. The tension in his jaw, the way his grip tightened just a little too hard around his glass at breakfast, the quiet, calculated glances he thought I wouldn’t catch.Something was wrong.I just didn’t know what.Yet.I watched him now from across the bedroom as he stood by the window, shirt unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, fingers pressed against the glass like he was steadying himself. The city lights cast sharp shadows across his face, highlighting the storm in his eyes.Whatever it was, it was bad."Are you going to tell me what’s going on?" I finally asked.He didn’t turn. "Go to bed, Isadora."I narrowed my eyes. "Try again."Silence.Luca had this infuriating habit of shutting me out when things got too personal. Like he thought protecting me meant keeping me in the dar
LUCAI didn’t like unfinished business.Didn’t like whispers of ghosts in the dark.And Rafael was looking at me like he’d just seen one.I leaned back in my chair, fingers drumming against the desk as I watched him from across my office. The tension in his jaw, the weight in his eyes—I knew that look. Knew it meant he’d found something.Or someone."Say it," I ordered, my voice calm. Controlled.Rafael hesitated. Just for a second. But it was enough.Enough to set my teeth on edge.He slid a folder across the desk. I didn’t take it. Not yet."You ever hear the name Elena Romano?" he asked.I went still.The name meant nothing. But the way he said it—the way he was watching me like I was a bomb ticking down—meant everything."No," I said slowly. "Should I have?"Rafael exhaled, leaning forward. "She was your father’s wife."My pulse slammed against my ribs, but my expression didn’t change."My father was married to my mother," I said co