Mr. Rossi appeared in the doorway of my office, his presence filling the small space like a tangible force. He tossed me a set of car keys, his expression unreadable. "Go wait in the car," he said, his voice as cool as the marble floor beneath my feet. I didn’t question him, just nodded and walked out, my stomach doing flips. The thought of being alone with him in his car was terrifying, exhilarating, and confusing all at once. I settled into the passenger seat, the leather cool against my skin. My eyes were drawn to the city lights twinkling outside the windows, a mesmerizing tapestry of color against the night sky. Then, I saw him, stepping out of the building. He moved with such grace, his aura radiating power and confidence. His movements were calculated, deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. He was undeniably handsome, with chiseled features and a jawline that could cut glass.He was a man who demanded attention, and here I was, lost in my own internal turmoil. As he
A month and a half. That's all it had taken. A month and a half of navigating the labyrinthine corridors of Rossi's Enterprise, of dodging the sharp elbows and sharper tongues of the power players, of learning the unspoken rules and the even more unspoken desires. And today, Mr. Rossi wanted to see me. My heart hammered against my ribs as I knocked on his door. The sound was swallowed by the thick silence of his office, only to be followed by a gruff "Come in." My hand trembled as I pushed the door open, and the sight that met me sent a wave of heat flooding through my body.Mr. Rossi sat behind his desk, a mountain of mahogany almost as much authority as he dis. His usual crisp suit was loosened, his tie pulled loose and hanging like a forgotten promise. The top two buttons of his white shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of tanned skin, his nice tattoos and the crisp lines of his collarbone. The sleeves were rolled up, leaving his forearms exposed, strong and tanned, the veins p
The phone buzzed on my desk, the familiar tune of Rossi's Enterprise ringing through the quiet afternoon. I picked it up, my voice calm and professional, "Rossi's Enterprise, how can I be of help to—" "Put your boss on the line," a gruff voice cut me off, the words raw and laced with a chilling edge. My hand tightened around the receiver. "Mr. Rossi is indisposed at the moment and unable to take your call. Can I take a message?" My polite refusal was met with a deafening silence, thick with unspoken menace. It stretched on, each second amplifying the pounding in my chest. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and menacingly calm, sending chills racing down my spine."Put Luca on the fucking line. Or I’ll walk into that building and put a bullet through your fucking brain, Lena Roselle fucking Vargas, as well as your boss if I so please."My blood ran cold. Each word was enunciated with chilling precision. He didn't yell, didn't need to. The quiet threat held more power than an
The wind whipped through my hair as I sat beside Mr. Rossi, watching his profile as he drove. His hands, strong and sure, held mine, one gently guiding the steering wheel, the other warm and comforting in mine. The city lights blurred into streaks of color as he navigated the familiar streets, his focus unwavering, his presence a strange mix of calming and unnerving.He was an enigma, this man, this boss, this… secret lover. I didn’t know what to call him, what to make of him. He had swept me off my feet, but I was caught in a whirlwind of confusion. Who was he? This man who smiled at the mention of a threat, a bullet aimed at both of us? This man who remained calm and collected while I was terrified, who never once flinched at the danger that had been thrown our way. My gaze drifted to his lips, the way they curved into a smirk when he spoke, the way they seemed to hold back unspoken words. I needed to know him, to understand the man that had become both my boss and my secret lover,
Mr Rossi -Luca’s chest rumbled with a satisfied sigh as he gently scooped me up from the floor. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and he carried me back to the bed, his touch firm yet surprisingly tender. He laid me down gently, his eyes never leaving mine, and I felt a shiver of anticipation course through me. Leaning down, he trailed a searing kiss along my collarbone, his fingers working at the clasp of my bra. It came undone with a soft click, and my breasts, still damp with his essence, spilled free. He inhaled sharply, his gaze lingering on their fullness before he shifted to cover me completely. With a swift tug, he pulled my pants down, his touch lingering on my hip, my thigh, the sensitive skin of my inner knee. He paused, his eyes fixed on the juncture between my legs, his gaze making my core throb. I felt hot and swollen, my body desperate for his touch. “Fucking beautiful” he breathed, the word a prayer against my skin. He lowered his head, his tongue tr
Watching Lena come undone beneath me was intoxicating. The way her body arched, the way her cries filled the room, the way she looked at me with pure, unadulterated desire burning in her eyes - it was a heady experience. But as good as it was, I knew I'd only just scratched the surface of what we could be. She needed more, craved more, and I was more than happy to give it to her. My gaze fell on the flickering candle, its flame dancing in the shadows. The perfect tool for a little… education. Picking it up, I let a single drop of molten wax fall onto Lena's breast. Her scream, sharp and surprised, was music to my ears. A dark smile spread across my lips as I watched the way her breath hitched, the way her nipple peaked under the gentle sting. “Principessa,” I murmured, my voice husky. “You have no idea what pleasures await you.” (Princess) I trailed the candle along her skin, watching the way she shivered, the way her eyes widened with a mixture of fear and anticipation. On her
The morning sun streamed through the window, painting stripes of gold across the rumpled sheets. I stirred, the warmth beside me lulling me back into slumber. Then, I saw her. Lena. Tangled in my arms, her hair a cascade of dark waves across the pillow, a strand tickling my cheek. She looked… not pretty, but beautiful. The kind of beautiful that makes you stop and stare, the kind that steals your breath. A smile stretched across my face, and I reached out, gently pulling her cheeks. Her eyes fluttered open, those ice blue pools that had first captivated me. They were still sleepy, a bit hazy, but the way they crinkled at the corners when she smiled made my heart skip a beat. "Good morning," I murmured, my voice husky with sleep. "Morning," she mumbled, stretching and yawning. We lay there for a while, silent, just enjoying the warmth of each other’s presence. I traced the line of her jaw with my finger, admiring the way the morning light danced on her skin. "How are you feeli
The familiar weight of expectation settled on my shoulders as we walked through the doors of the villa. Every bowed head, every murmured greeting, was a reminder of who I was – Luca Rossi, the Don. It was a title I wore like a second skin, a mantle of power and responsibility that could feel as much a cage as a crown. I embraced the shadows, the power games, the intricate alliances and betrayal. We thrived on it, thrived on the respect, the fear, the absolute control. Even when it seemed like I had left… I did not, not really. I was still the Don of the Italian Mafia and the life, the intrigue, the blood it was all in my veins. Me and my brother's veins I followed Marco through the labyrinthine halls, the scent of old money and subtle menace clinging to the air. My office, when we finally reached it, was a study in understated wealth. Dark wood, leather, a single abstract painting on the wall that probably cost more than most people made in a year. I’d always found a certain ironi
Lena's POVI looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a ghost. My eyeliner and mascara were smudged, a testament to my tears, brought on by Luca's dick. I was a mess, but I was also so incredibly turned on. Luca cleaned me up, and we both returned to the room. I reapplied my eyeliner and mascara, my hand steady now. Luca zipped up my dress for me, teasing me as he did so. The dress was so fucking beautiful, it complimented my body perfectly. The low neckline made my breasts almost spill out, and Luca's gaze kept shifting from my face to my chest, his eyes burning with desire. I met his gaze, my own eyes filled with a playful challenge. I stepped into the YSL shoes he had bought me with the dress, but my legs weren't steady. "Babe?" I asked, my voice a little shaky. "Hmm," Luca responded, fixing his suit. He didn't look at me. "I don't know if I can come. I can't walk in these shoes. My legs are weak," I said, my voice a little shaky. "Lena, I'm not cancelling my first date w
Lena's POVI watched as Sarah and Marco walked out of the house, Sarah emerging from the office a few minutes after Marco. It was just me, Luca, and Raiden now and in my opinion Raiden and Luca were having a good time, actually. "Where do you think they went?" Raiden asked Luca, as they sat on the couch. "I don't know. Probably to talk," Luca replied, his voice casual. "Talk about what?" Raiden pressed, his curiosity insatiable. "Adult talk," Luca said with a smirk. "You wanna know?" I knew exactly what was going through his head and shot him a glare, but the smile on my face remained. There was a permanent smile on my face ever since Raiden finished his food and ran to Luca, who was sitting on the couch with his phone, probably dealing with company issues and stuff. Raiden was all over Luca, and Luca, from the look of it, wasn't quite sure what to do. It seemed as though he didn't like children, or maybe he didn't want to be disturbed, or maybe he just didn't know how to handle
Marco's POV“I swear on whatever it is that you worship." She flinched, her fear evident in her eyes. Sarah knew how to push non-existent buttons. Fucking Christ."Now tell me," I said, my voice dangerously low. "Where does all your monthly income go? And choose your words carefully.""William," she said immediately, the words tumbling out of her mouth. William? The same fucking William? I swear I laughed in her face, she was fucking crazy just like I knew her to be. Stupid bitch."How? And why?" I said, my voice a growl. "He… uh… he… I.... I just wanted to…" she stammered, her voice cracking."Sarah," I said, a warning in my tone."He… Marco, he wants the money. He always comes at the end of every month, sometimes on different days and demands for money. And if I don't give it to him, he'll threaten me with Raiden. And my house was broken into last week when Raiden was still with Mama… and he's dangerous, I just…" Sarah spoke out, words tumbling out if her mouth. I could see her b
Marco's POV"She died the other day, then Mummy had to come into work yesterday," Raiden said, his voice small and fragile as he flung into me like I was going to leave too. I nodded, a deep "mmm" erupting from my throat. "You miss her, don't you?" "Yeah," he sniffled. "But I need to be strong for Mama. She was really sad too, and if I keep on crying, she's gonna be worried. I want to be strong for her." "Yeah, that's it," I said, ruffling his hair, a small smile taking k we my lips. "I'm so proud of you for that." Sarah literally birthed the best child ever.Raiden stared up at me, his big hazel eyes wide, his face a spitting image of his mother. His father's DNA stood no chance. "Really?" "Yeah, really. And you know who else is proud of you too?" I asked, poking his belly. His brows furrowed as he tried to think. "Who?" he asked, disappointment seeping into his voice when he couldn't place who. "Your Nana. She's proud of you for looking out for her daughter, for being a strong
Lena's POV Marco was now heading out of the room, Raiden glued to his chest like a little koala. “Why does he look so much like you?” Little Raiden's voice called out to Marco. “He’s my brother,” Marco said, his voice a low rumble. “Oh, I didn’t know you had a brother,” he replied, his voice quiet and gripping Marco shirt even tighter and snuggling close to him. Cute. So fucking cute. “Sadly, I do,” Marco said, closing the door behind them with a soft click and immediately Luca laid down on the bed, pulling me closer to him. His arms wrapped around me, holding me tight. He kissed all over my face, showering me with kisses that ranged from light and playful to deep and passionate. I giggled, the sound a joyous echo in the quiet room. “I missed you,” he said, his voice rough with desire. He unbuttoned his shirt, his touch lingering on my skin. Then he stood up, pulling off his pants. He was left in only his briefs, his body a tatted, toned and sculpted masterpiece. I tried, oh
Lena's POV“Thank you baby, I love you,” Sarah said, chuckling as she ruffled her son’s hair. “Mum, I'm not a baby, stop,” he said, pouting. He was so cute, so ridiculously cute, it almost hurt. “Sarah, I’m sorry,” I finally voiced out, the words a clumsy attempt to express the jumble of emotions that swirled within me. She looked at me, a small smile playing on her lips. "It's fine," she said, nodding. "I'm okay."“Yeah,” “Um… where is um… the… underboss?” she asked, the question tumbling out, a little awkward, a little hesitant. What's wrong?“You mean Marco?,” “Yeah,” I nodded. “He’s not around. He and Luca went to LA, but they should be back by tomorrow.” "Oh, okay," she said, her eyes searching and looking out if place. "Any issues?"“No, not really… um, he uh… he’s kind of a problem sometimes,” she said, gesturing towards the little boy. He hit her on the thigh, screaming “Mom!” Sarah chuckled, ruffling his hair. “I’m sorry, sweetie,” she said soothingly. “He not fon
Luca's POV I moved to the car where Dmitri was sitting, his face pale and drawn. I entered the back seat and slid beside him. “Turn on the back lights,” I said to the driver, Matteo. He complied, the soft glow illuminating Dmitri’s face. I looked into his eyes, and even though he tried to hide it, I could see the fear simmering beneath the surface. He had a tough exterior, but under it all, he was just a broken man. And when his gaze met mine, he saw it – the reflection of his own brokenness in my eyes, that I was willing to show. I smirked at him, relishing the fear I saw etched on his face. He should’ve known better than to mess with me. “Dmitri, if you fuck this up, you know how bad it can get?,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. He tried to maintain his composure, but his eyes darted around nervously. He was a fish out of water, trying to appear menacing but failing miserably. I could see the fear dancing in his eyes, a pathetic attempt to appear tough. “It’s a question,
Luca's POV From the corner of my eye, I saw Ricardo talking to Lena, and they were heading out. I knew Ricardo was up to no good. I felt Marco’s hand on my shoulder, and I turned to him. “You should go after your girl before he falls in love with her too and you blow off and pull a trigger on him,” Marco said, a smug smirk on his face, clearly trying to irritate me. I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face so badly, but I held back. I was going to be a better man- for Lena. “I’m sorry for what I said and how I acted earlier,” I said, my tone calm and measured. Marco looked taken aback for a moment, his smirk faltering, before regaining his composure. I stuck my tongue out at him in my head. Yeah, Marco. Take that, I'm grown now. He straightened his suit, facing me fully. “Are you not going out today?” “No, I want to spend the day with Lena.” “Well, I’m sorry too – I didn’t mea–” “I know.” “Fucking let me finish,” Marco said, his voice laced with annoyance. “I didn’t mean
Lena's POV I woke up with a smile already spreading across my face. Thankfully, I was still nestled in Luca's arms, his strong, warm body a comforting weight against mine. I traced his jawline with my fingers, admiring the sharp angles and the soft curve of his cheek. His lashes, impossibly long and dark, cast a shadow across his face, a subtle reminder of his undeniable beauty."Buongiorno, bellissima," he murmured, his voice deep and husky with sleep. His Italian accent, thick and unmistakable, was like velvet against my skin. A perfect man with so many flaws. I was hopelessly, helplessly in love with him.(Good morning, beautiful)His eyes flew open, and those beautiful green orbs locked onto mine. He pulled me closer, his hand spanking my butt playfully."Luca!!" I squealed, giggling."Mmm, how are you feeling today?" he asked, his voice a low purr."Honestly, I don't feel bad. I felt a little bit of pain and discomfort the first day I woke up, but I feel good now. Not too good,