Lucia’s POVThe night had been merciless. Sleep had taunted me, dancing just beyond my reach as I lay tangled in my sheets, my body still trembling from the encounter with Dante. My mind refused to settle, replaying every touch, every whispered word, every second leading up to the moment he had stopped.Why?Why had he left? Why had he unchained me when he had me exactly where he wanted?I had tossed and turned, my wrists still sore from the cuffs, my pulse still uneven from the way he had looked at me before walking out. Part of me had been grateful he hadn’t gone through with it. The other part… the other part was terrified by what it meant.What had stopped him?By the time the first rays of morning light spilled through my window, I had given up on the idea of rest. My body ached with exhaustion, but my mind refused to quiet. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt him… his heat, his breath, the weight of his touch. It unsettled me… terrified me. But what scared me most was that a par
Dante’s POV She didn’t trust me. Not that I blamed her. Lucia sat across from me, stiff as a board, her fingers curled so tightly around the fork that her knuckles turned white. Every inch of her screamed defiance, but beneath the surface, I saw the uncertainty, the questions swirling in her mind. She was trying to piece it all together, trying to understand why she was having breakfast with me, and why I had let her go last night. I hadn’t planned to stop. I had wanted to break her, to strip her of every ounce of defiance until all that was left was submission. And yet, when I had her beneath me, chained, breathless, and vulnerable, I had walked away. She was brave. I’d give her that. But she was also untouched. A fucking virgin. I had suspected it, but last night confirmed it. The way she tensed beneath me, every touch new, overwhelming. She wasn’t just resisting, she didn’t know how to handle the sensations coursing through her. The way she clung to control, as if sur
Lucia’s POVThe world had turned against my father. I couldn’t stop wondering what he was going through, or if he even knew what was happening.Every day, a new article came out, dragging Antonio Castellano’s name through the mud. Some called him a heartless criminal, a mentally deranged man who should be at rehab, others a coward who had run from his sins.Lies. All lies.I knew the truth. Or at least, part of it. Yes, my father worked for a front company, but he didn’t know. He struggled with PTSD, but he didn’t start that fire. And if anyone had a hand in the destruction of Dante’s warehouse, it was Vincenzo. I had no proof, just a strong gut feeling.But no one would listen.That’s why I decided to write my own article.I wasn’t naive enough to think the world would suddenly believe me. But I had to try, because if I didn’t, no one else would.Lucas had taken me to a secret location, as promised, and handed me a phone, warning me not to get caught.He didn’t need to tell me twice.
Lucia’s POVI barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Dante’s stare, the unspoken warning in his gaze.Now, as I sat in front of the vanity, watching the news unfold, my stomach churned.The world was talking about it. About my father. About Dante. And I had started it.The article had gone viral overnight.‘Who Is the Mysterious Writer Exposing the Flaws in the Romano Case?’‘A New Perspective: Is Antonio Castellano Really Guilty?’‘Dante Romano: A Kingpin or a Man Caught in the Crossfire?’I could barely believe it. My words had shifted the narrative.My father wasn’t suddenly innocent in their eyes, but for the first time since the fire, the world wasn’t certain of his guilt either. And in a war like this, doubt was a powerful weapon. Yet, that uncertainty was dangerous. Because it meant someone, maybe even Dante, would start asking the wrong questions. Alina, the maid, who had been making my bed and was aware of the article I published glanced at me, a knowing smile tug
Dante’s POVLucas was tense. His fingers curled into fists on his lap, his gaze shifting between me and the gun on the table. I leaned back in my chair, exuding the kind of calm that should terrify a man in his position.“We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” I said smoothly, my fingers tapping against the wooden surface. “Your choice.”He swallowed hard. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”I smiled. “Wrong answer.”Reaching for the gun, I let my fingers wrap around the grip, lifting it just enough to make my point. I didn’t have to aim it. Just the weight of it in my hand was enough to drain the color from his face.Lucas had been with me for five years. I had taken him in when he had nothing, after his parents died and the world turned its back on him. I fed him, clothed him, trained him. Without me, he would’ve been another nobody lost in the streets. He owed me everything.And yet, he had the audacity to hesitate.“Lucia,” I said, voice cold and unyielding. “What has
Lucia’s POVI stood outside Dante’s office, my fingers curled into fists at my sides. This was a risk, but I had to take it.I inhaled slowly before knocking. There was no response, but I knew better than to hesitate. I pushed it open, stepping inside.He sat behind his desk, dark eyes lifting to meet mine as if he had been expecting me. He leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. “To what do I owe the pleasure, cara?”Dante’s voice was smooth, but there was a glint of something else in his eyes—curiosity, perhaps. Or amusement.I kept my posture straight, refusing to let him unnerve me. “I want to see my father.”He exhaled slowly, tapping his fingers against the desk. “And why should I allow that?”“I haven’t asked for much since I got here.” I met his gaze, keeping my voice even. “I just want to check on him.”His expression didn’t change. No immediate refusal, no amused smirk. He just watched me, unreadable as ever.Then, to my utter shock, he nodded. “Alright.”I blin
Lucia’s POV Daniel looked the same yet different. His sharp blue eyes still held that familiar intensity, but there was something else now, something weary. His dark hair was slightly longer, and a light layer of scruff covered his jaw, as if he hadn’t shaved in days. He looked… different. Rough. But none of that mattered.I couldn’t stop myself. Before I knew it, I was moving, closing the distance between us.His familiar scent of pine and musk wrapped around me, grounding me in a way I hadn’t felt in so long. His arms tightened around me, strong and sure, as if he was afraid to let go.“Lucia…” His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.I buried my face in his shoulder, gripping his jacket like it was the only thing keeping me standing. “I missed you,” I breathed.He exhaled sharply, pulling back just enough to cup my face between his hands. His blue eyes searched mine, a flicker of something raw and desperate crossing his features. “I got your note,” he said, his thumb brushin
Dante’s POVLucia hesitated in the doorway. I saw the way her fingers curled slightly, the way her shoulders stiffened, like a thief caught in the act.She met my gaze, her expression carefully neutral. “Fine.”“Fine,” I echoed, rolling the word over my tongue like a sip of aged whiskey. It tasted like a lie. “Is that all?”She remained standing, hands at her sides, her nails digging slightly into her palms. Defiant, but nervous. A contradiction that only made her more intriguing.“What do you mean?”I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “I was just wondering,” I murmured, tilting my head slightly. “If you had anything to say that I don’t already know.”Her lips parted for a second before she caught herself. Then, she lifted her chin, forcing an air of nonchalance. “There’s nothing to say.”A slow smirk curled my lips. “Nothing at all?”Her silence was more telling than an admission.I knew she had met someone. Spoken to someone. That much was obvious. But how much did she
Dante’s POVLucia was lying to me.The second the words left her mouth, I caught it. Smooth delivery, steady eyes, calm voice. But that tiny flicker of tension in her jaw, the white-knuckled grip on her glass? Dead giveaways.And I knew.Because I had already been briefed. She had met with Daniel. Again.The little firefly thought she was clever, slipping out unnoticed, running straight into the arms of another man. But she wasn’t as invisible as she believed. I had eyes on her the moment she left the house, tracking her every step.I let the lie sit between us for a beat before I chuckled, low and slow. “Visiting your father? That’s sweet.” I swirled my glass lazily. “How is he?”She hesitated just for a fraction of a second. “He’s… fine.”Another lie.The temptation to push her, to let her know just how much I knew, was strong. But I had played this game far too long to move carelessly. No, it would be much more interesting to let her think she had fooled me.Because when she finall
Lucia’s POVI shook my head, trying to appear calm. “No… but I don’t like the way he’s watching us.”Daniel cursed under his breath. “You should leave. Now. I’ll cover you.”My heart thudded painfully as I stood and slipped out of the hotel through a side exit. I didn’t stop moving until I was blocks away, breathless and paranoid. Who was that guy? Was he working for Vincenzo? Or worse—Dante?Back on the street, I pulled my jacket tighter around me as the cold air bit into my skin. My mind was spinning, tangled with guilt and confusion. Daniel’s words echoed in my head, the accusation slicing deeper than I wanted to admit. Was he right? Had I let Dante get too far under my skin?I just felt… empty. It was like the warmth between us had faded into something distant and unfamiliar.I shook my head, forcing myself to focus. This wasn’t the time to fall apart. I needed to stay sharp, keep my head in the game. I couldn’t afford to let my emotions cloud my judgment—not when I was in deeper
Lucia’s POVI couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling gnawing at me after discovering the fake journalist. The question was whether I should tell Dante right away or dig deeper on my own. If I confronted him without solid proof, it might just make him suspicious of me instead. But keeping it to myself felt just as risky. Either way, I was stuck between a rock and a hard place.Reluctantly, I grabbed my phone and went to my call log. My thumb hovered over Daniel’s number. After everything, asking him for another favor felt like pushing my luck. But what choice did I have? He was the only one I could trust to dig deeper without tipping off the wrong people.Taking a deep breath, I hit the call button. It rang twice before he picked up.“Lucia,” he greeted flatly, his tone wary. “What’s going on?”I bit my lip, forcing myself to sound calm. “I need to meet with you. It’s important.”A sigh crackled through the line. “Now you want to meet?”“Please, Daniel. It’s urgent. Just give me a few minu
Lucia’s POV There was no way in hell I’d let him kill someone right in front of me.“Stop. Killing him won’t fix this.” He ripped his arm from my grip. “He fucked up. You want me to let that slide? “I forced myself to hold his glare, even though my knees felt like jelly. “Think about it. If he didn’t catch it, then maybe the fakes are good enough to fool anyone. Killing him won’t solve the problem—it’ll just leave you without someone who knows the books. You need him to help figure out how far this goes.” Dante stared at me for a long, tense moment, his jaw clenched so tight I thought it might shatter. Finally, he lowered the gun and let out a sharp breath.“Fine,” he ground out, his voice rough and lethal. He grabbed the accountant by the collar and yanked him close, practically snarling in his face. “Trace every single transaction from the last month. I want to know who’s been feeding us this garbage. You screw up one more time, and I’ll put a bullet between your eyes. Got it?”
Lucia’s POVDante’s introduction echoed in my mind like a sweet, unexpected melody. “She’s my girlfriend.”For some reason, it sounded different this time—better than when he’d introduced me as his girlfriend to Vincenzo.I shouldn’t have been flattered. It wasn’t like it meant anything, just a way to stop the man from asking questions. But even knowing that, a stupid warmth spread through my chest, and my stomach did a little flip.I was pathetic for feeling anything but resentment after everything he’d put me through. I also tried to ignore the fact that the man’s expression hadn’t been exactly pleasant. There had been something off in his reaction, something cold and calculating beneath his polite look.I pushed it aside, telling myself I was overthinking. After all, he was one of Dante’s trusted men. If he had an issue, it wasn’t my place to question it. Right now I had more important things to worry about, like the journalist and how Dante was fuming as he stalked out of his off
Dante’s POVI didn’t move from where I stood, my fists still clenched as Lucas stepped inside, his eyes darting around like he was searching for an exit. I gestured toward the armchair with a single jerk of my head.“Sit,” I ordered.He hesitated for just a fraction of a second before sinking down onto the chair, his hands clasped tightly in his lap. I moved around the desk slowly, dragging out the tension, letting him sweat.“When were you planning on telling me that Lucia knew the journalist?” I asked, my voice deceptively calm.Lucas’s eyes widened, confusion flickering over his face. “I—I didn’t know she knew him, boss.”I slammed my fist down on the desk, making him flinch. “Then why the fuck did she say she’d seen him leaving her father’s house? How long has that bastard been hanging around?”His mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. “Boss, I swear I didn’t know. I thought he was just another reporter trying to dig up dirt. I didn’t think—”“That’s the problem, Lu
Lucia’s POVDante’s phone beeped before I could respond. He pulled it from his pocket, glancing at the screen before cursing under his breath.“What is it?” I asked, still breathless from his brutal kiss and the way his hands had branded my skin.He didn’t look at me, his jaw clenched tight. “Press interview,” he muttered. “Those vultures won’t stop digging. I have to handle it.”I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Part of me was glad for the distance, but another part still felt raw from his kiss and the way he’d just claimed me like a possession. Without another word, he stormed past me.I stayed frozen against the wall for a moment, catching my breath, before finally pushing myself to move. I needed to clear my head and shake off the way his touch made me feel both safe and suffocated.As I stepped out into the corridor, I heard faint voices coming from the lounge down the hall—the one Dante usually used for meetings and interviews. Curiosity got the better of me, an
Lucia’s POVI couldn’t stay in my room any longer. The walls felt like they were closing in on me, suffocating me with guilt and frustration. I needed air, so I slipped out into the hallway, and made my way toward the balcony at the end of the corridor.The cool breeze hit me as I stepped outside, and I gripped the railing, trying to steady my breathing. My mind was still spinning from the confrontation earlier. I couldn’t believe I’d just barged in like that or how angry Dante had been. I didn’t regret standing up for the maid. I’d wanted to handle it subtly, but when she told me it wasn’t the first time, and she wasn’t the only one, I couldn’t hold back any longer.“Lucia,” a familiar voice called from behind me.I turned to see Lucas approaching, his expression cautious. He gave me a small nod, like he wasn’t sure how to start.“Hey,” I said, forcing a smile. “Just needed some air.”“Yeah, figured.” He leaned against the railing beside me, eyes scanning the courtyard below. “You sh
Dante’s POVThe room was thick with tension. My men stood quietly, shoulders rigid, eyes shifting nervously as if one wrong move would bring down my wrath, waiting for me to address them. I stood at the front, my eyes cold and steady, studying their faces and trying to figure out who could be trusted and who needed to be weeded out. The recent attack had shaken my operations, and I wouldn’t stand for weakness or betrayal.My hand rested on the polished wood of the table before me, and I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could utter a word, the door swung open with a bang. Heads turned, and I found myself narrowing my eyes at the unexpected interruption.Lucia stormed in, her footsteps pounding against the floor. Anger radiated off her, practically nearly heating up the room. She didn’t look at me, no, her eyes were locked on one of my men standing near the back, an older, rough-looking bastard named Valentin.Valentin straightened up, trying to act unaffected by her approach, but