Victor's Pov We were on our way to the port when I received a call that our previous shipment has been tampered. The only good thing was it wasn't that important and I knew this very well that the same person is ready to steal from me again. The Chicago port stretched out before me, a bustling hive of activity that hid the shadows of illicit dealings beneath its legitimate facade. The air was thick with the scent of saltwater and industry as I pulled up in my sleek black sedan. The engine purred to a halt, and I stepped out, feeling the weight of authority in my tailored suit.I slammed the car door behind me with a resounding thud, a sound that echoed through the night like a warning. My loyal entourage, a group of trusted men in matching suits, followed closely behind me, their presence a silent testament to my power.As we made our way through the labyrinthine pathways of the port, voices murmured and machinery rumbled in the background. The occasional flickering light revealed gl
Victor's PovI stood amidst my loyal comrades. We were a mafia gang, known for our ruthlessness and cunning. Tonight, we were preparing ourselves for a fierce battle, armed to the teeth with guns and knives.The air was heavy with tension as we checked our weapons, ensuring they were loaded and ready for the impending clash. The metallic clang of guns being loaded echoed through the dimly lit warehouse.I, being the main boss, stepped forward, a hardened expression etched on my face. My dark eyes surveyed the room, meeting the determined gazes of my loyal men. Their presence reassured me; we were a force to be reckoned with."Tonight, my brothers, we face our greatest challenge," I declared, my voice laced with conviction. "These scumbags think they can invade our territory. They think they can take what is rightfully ours. But I promise you, they will regret crossing us."The room erupted in a chorus of fierce nods and murmured agreements. Each member of the gang was eager for the imp
Olivia's Pov I sat in the backseat of the sleek black sedan, my heart pounded in my chest. The tension in the air was palpable as we drove through the dimly lit streets of the city. The car was filled with hud men, his loyal soldiers, all wearing their serious expressions like badges of honor. I couldn't shake off the overwhelming worry that gnawed at me. The man I loved, the one who held my heart in his hands, had gone out tonight to shed blood in the name of the mafia. His dangerous lifestyle had always been a part of our relationship, but tonight, it felt different. It felt personal. As we made our way towards my house, the silence in the car was broken only by the occasional distant siren and the low hum of the engine. I stared out the window, my eyes scanning the shadows, my mind replaying our conversations, hoping for some clue of his safety. The city lights flickered and danced across my face, mirroring the anxiety that consumed me. My fingers fidgeted nervously with the hem
Olivia's Pov As I sat behind the wheel, the soft purr of the engine filled the car. The night was dark, and a cool breeze blew through the open windows, tousling my hair. The road stretched ahead, illuminated only by the occasional streetlamp, guiding me towards Aria's house. My heart pounded with a mix of excitement and anxiety as I ignored the guard's questioning look at the entrance. Tonight, I needed to see Aria, my boyfriend's half-sister and friend, regardless of the late hour.As I pulled up in front of her house, a grand structure with ivy climbing the walls, I took a deep breath to steady myself. Should I really bother her at this late hour with my worries? Doubts filled my mind, but I knew I needed her guidance and support. I took a moment to compose myself before stepping out of the car.The gravel crunched beneath my heels as I approached the front door. I raised my hand, hesitated for a brief moment, and finally pressed the doorbell. The chimes echoed through the silence,
Olivia's Pov I sat on the couch next to Aria, sipping my coffee absentmindedly. The warm liquid did little to calm my nerves as I stared out of the balcony, my mind consumed by worry. Victor was out somewhere in the dangerous world of the mafia, engaged in yet another fight. It was his way of life, but it tore me apart every time I was thinking about it. I shifted uneasily, feeling the need to do something, to be by his side and make sure he was safe. My fingers tapped nervously against the coffee mug, my eyes darting back and forth between Aria and the balcony."Hey, Aria," I began, my voice tinged with apprehension. "I... I can't just sit here waiting. I need to check on Victor, make sure he's alright."Aria looked at me with concern, understanding the turmoil within me. "I know you're worried, but it's dangerous out there. You can't just rush into the midst of a fight. It's not safe."I sighed, frustration seeping into my voice. "I know it's dangerous, but I can't bear sitting her
Victor's PovAs I advanced towards the man,, the wind howled through the port adding an eerie atmosphere to the tense situation. My men, armed and ready, fanned out around me, their eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement. The stakes were high, and I was determined to face the person who had dared to mess with me."Keep your eyes peeled, boys," I commanded, my voice low and commanding. "We can't afford any mistakes."The enemy had made a bold move, challenging my authority and encroaching on my territory. It was a direct threat to my power, something I couldn't let go unanswered. As we pushed forward, the tension in the air grew thicker, the silence broken only by the sound of our footsteps on the sandSuddenly, a voice called out from the darkness ahead. "Well, well, look who's come to play," a sinister chuckle followed, dripping with confidence.I smirked, unyielding in my determination. "You've made a grave mistake, my friend. I hope you're prepared for the consequences."
VICTOR'S POVThe man winced as the rough, calloused hands of my henchmen restrained him, the pain reminding him of the dire consequences of his actions. I leaned in, my eyes burning into his, searching for any hint of weakness."You think a little torture will make me spill the beans? I'm no snitch," he said, his voice trembling with defiance. It was interesting to see he still has nuts to talk back. I chuckled darkly, a chilling sound that sent shivers down everyone's spine. "You'll be singing a different tune soon enough, my friend. We have ways of making even the toughest rats squeal."And the torture began, pain shot through his body, each agonizing moment a reminder of the risks he had taken. "Want to spill the beans or should I ask my men to carry on?" It was his last chance I didn't had much time to waste on him."I'll speak, I don't know him. He had abducted my family and asked me to be here and take your time. I was left with no other options. I had to save my family," whoso
VICTOR'S POvAnd it was then, like a bolt of lightning illuminating the darkness, an idea struck me. A flicker of hope pierced through the confusion. My stolen shipment—the one I had tirelessly searched for—had a tracker. It was a small beacon of possibility in a sea of uncertainty. For safety reasons of our shipment we always ask our supplier to put a tracker while transfer in any one weapon which means we still have a chance. A glimmer of determination sparked in my eyes as I turned towards my men who had been observing my inner struggle. "Guys, listen up," I said, my voice filled with newfound resolve. "The shipment they took from us... it has a tracker. We still have a chance to catch them."Their expressions mirrored a mix of surprise and hope. "We can catch them?" one of them asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.I nodded, a small smile forming on my lips. "Yes, it's our best shot. We may have lost the element of surprise, but with that tracker, we can turn the tables on them.
UNCLE CONNOR'S POVAs the heavy rain poured down outside, I stepped out of the helicopter onto the dimly lit landing pad, surrounded by the members of my underground Mafia family. They stood in a line, their heads bowed in a show of respect as I arrived. The rhythmic sound of the rain beating against the metal roof echoed the intensity of the moment."Welcome back, Uncle Connor," one of my trusted lieutenants said as he raised his head, his voice filled with reverence."Thank you," I replied, my gaze sweeping over the devoted faces of my men. "What do you have for me?"Two of my loyal bodyguards approached, one holding a briefcase. "We've gathered crucial information on Victor Amuso," one of them informed me. "He's been making moves against us, and we believe it's time to take him down."I nodded, a steely resolve forming in my heart. "Excellent work. Let's head to the manor and go through the details there."As I walked towards the black SUV that was waiting for us, my bodyguards fla
"Should I ask you one question,""Go ahead,""At times don't you feel like what you would have been if you were with your parents,""Or maybe how it feels to have your own parents?""I don't need anyone, not even my parents,""Everyone needs a parent,""It doesn't mean they have a choice to have them till the time they want to Olivia Vitalio,""Even if you deny it I know what's right there in your,""What's there, what you know about it? You think everyone needs a parents right?""Yes,""But what about them who never got a chance to even know who they actually were so for your information they don't need them because they never know how it feels to have them in real,""I...I,""Don't think you know everything when you haven't been at someone's place, let's see it this way, you think I can feel what you are going through?""Answer me?""I'll tell you, I can't Olivia Vitalio. I can simply try my level best to fucking understand you, but I can never feel your pain because it's yours. You
Victor's PovI watched her sitting by the window, her face clouded with sadness. I couldn't bear to see her like this, so I decided to do something to lift her spirits. "Hey, are you feeling any better now?" I asked gently, approaching her.She looked up at me and managed a weak smile. "I'm okay, just feeling a low.""Well, how about we do something to cheer you up? What would you like to have for dinner?" I inquired, hoping to bring some excitement into her eyes.She thought for a moment before replying, "You know what? Surprise me. Cook anything you'd like, and I'll enjoy it."I nodded, determined to make her feel better. "Alright, then. I'll whip up something delicious." Suddenly, I realized that I was still soaked from the rain outside. "Why don't you change into something comfortable while I go and take a quick shower? My clothes are all wet."She nodded and stood up, "Sure, that sounds like a plan."I hurried to the bedroom, picked out some dry nightclothes, and stepped into the
Olivia's PovStaring out of the window, I realised what's happening with me has become a chain as from where I see it, if a single thing goes wrong with me, I have started looking for him, it feels like if he is next to me everything is going to be okay and it's not a bad thing, it's the strength of love that if you have a partner who loves you to the moon and beyond that, you can blindly trust yourself with them.Love has the ability to bind two souls in such a way that even amidst life's uncertainties, you find a constant anchor in him.A gentle touch brought me back to the present. He placed his warm hand on mine, and I felt an immediate connection that pulled me out of my trance. Looking at him, I saw his familiar smile, which always had a way of easing my anxieties.He entwined his fingers with mine, and I could feel the comfort and assurance in his touch. "Hey," he said softly, his voice like a soothing melody. "You okay?"His simple question broke the dam of my thoughts, and I
Olivia's PovI stood in front of him, the weight of loneliness settling heavily upon my shoulders. It seemed as though the world around me had turned into a desolate, empty place. The air felt cold and still, as if even the breeze had abandoned me.Lost in my thoughts, I barely believed it was him. But then it felt like, as if a miracle had occurred, he materialized before me. Victor; the devil the one person who had the power to make me feel safe and loved. In that moment, it was as if the universe had conspired to bring him to my side.Without a second thought, I ran towards him, my heart pounding with a mix of relief and desperation. I threw myself into his waiting arms, seeking solace and reassurance. He held me tightly, as if he understood that if he loosened his grip, I would be left feeling utterly alone in everything that was happening around me.My emotions spiraled out of control, and I began to ramble, pouring out the pain that had been festering within me. "My father," I c
Victor's PovI sat in the plush leather seat of my sleek black car, my hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. The engine roared to life as I navigated the dimly lit streets of the city, heading back to my penthouse. The weight of the night's events pressed heavily on my mind, and my thoughts were consumed by the woman I loved.Olivia had recently uncovered the truth about her mother's murder, a truth that shattered her perception of her own family. For years, she believed her father was the killer, living with the pain and anger of that false accusation. But now, she knew the real murderer was her own uncle. It was a shocking revelation that had sent her world spiraling into chaos.As I drove, images of her beautiful face filled my mind, her eyes haunted by years of torment and betrayal. I imagined her confronting her father, the man she had accused for so long, and confessing the truth. I could almost hear the anguish in her voice as she confronted him, demanding answers and seek
Olivia's PovI stood in the dimly lit room, tears streaming down my face, as I reached out for my dad's embrace. He stood just a few feet away, his back turned to me, seemingly distant despite our physical proximity. My heart ached with a mixture of regret and sadness as I struggled to find the right words to convey my deep remorse."Dad," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I'm so sorry... I'm sorry for ever thinking that you... that you killed Mom."Silence hung heavy in the air, amplifying the weight of my words. The room seemed to echo with my confession, and my dad's shoulders tensed at my admission. I could sense his internal struggle, the resentment simmering just beneath the surface."Why didn't you ever tell me what happened?" I continued, my voice wavering. "I never asked because I was scared to know the truth. But now... now I understand how much that hurt you. How much it hurt both of us."My dad's back remained turned, his face obscured from my view. It was as if he was fig
Olivia's PovI rested my head against the window pane while he started the car, the heat between us was a simple distraction from all the misery and tension I was currently having in my life. The closer we were getting to my house the more anxious I was growing about everything that how am I supposed to face my father and speak about things that took place in our past. "If you want I can come with you," I turned towards the person who spoke to me and saw the concern in his eyes. I knew he was tense about everything but I had made my decision that I was doing this alone."I know you want to be with me but I want to do it alone," at times we need to fight our own battles because that's your own story something that makes you, you. He nodded his head in understanding and in the next two minutes we were right in front of my mansion. My hands went to open the car door and his left hand held my right pressing the back of my hand he said in a calm tone, "I'm once call away from you, let
WARNING: NOT FOR VIRGIN EYESOlivia's Pov"You don't know what you have invited for yourself, don't blame me, if you fail to make it out of this car to your house," But who will tell him that at that point in time I wasn't rational enough to have any decisions, "are we going to waste our time chattering?" And I knew how to push his buttons. My fingers went to unbuckle his belt and before I could complete the task in my hand, he was already unhooking my bra and my upper garments were lying on the backseat. "The fact that you have to go back to your house in clothes is the only thing reprimanding me from stripping these clothes from your body."A smile almost touched my lips looking at his frustrated face and hearing him rambling."Let me help you," and next went my bra and my eyes locked into his, our eyes mirroring the intensity of desire for each other. His hands cupped my ass and it seemed as if he has been doing this for years. After all, I didn't even realise when he got rid o