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 POV The insistent California sun, filtering through the slits in my curtains, nudged me awake. I stretched, feeling the familiar ache in my muscles from the other night's... activities. Yes, obviously. Mr. Rossi had insisted I take two days off, but the thought of staying cooped up in this expansive penthouse felt suffocating. Besides, a strange restlessness tugged at me – I needed to be busy, to lose myself in the routine of work. As I stepped out of the bathroom, still damp from my shower, my bare foot met a rogue washcloth. I yelped, my hip connecting with the hard tile with a sickening thud. "Damn it!" I hissed, more annoyed than hurt. Ignoring the throbbing in my butt, I slipped into a simple, yet elegant black dress. A touch of perfume, I decided, and then I’d head down for a quick coffee and sandwich maybe, before facing the day. The sharp scent of lilies filled the air as I spritzed my neck, but my attempt at elegance was abruptly cut short. My hand, still clumsy fr
The car rolled to a stop, not in front of the familiar facade of my penthouse, but before another towering structure. My stomach twisted with a fresh wave of unease. This building felt different, colder, somehow. This Mr. Rossi’s other place. Mr. Rossi practically had to carry me out of the car. My legs felt like lead, heavy with the weight of the night's events. We entered the building, the silence stretching between us as we stepped into the elevator. He pulled me closer, tucking me against his side, and I went willingly, desperate for his closeness, for the feel of his strength around me. The elevator dinged, pulling me from the dark spiral of my thoughts. We were on the top floor. Of course. Mr. Rossi’s world existed only at the top. He swiped a key card, and the door swung open. A man emerged from the living room, his back to us, and began speaking. "Luca, I got rid of the car like you said, but those guys—" He turned, and my breath caught in my throat. He was the spitt
I drifted into a sleep I thought would be blissfully dreamless, lulled by the rhythmic beating of Luca’s heart beneath my cheek. I was wrong. My eyes flew open, my chest constricted with a terror so visceral it took my breath away. Sweat clung to my skin, and my heart hammered against my ribs. Mr. Rossi…Luca…he was gone. Just then, the bedroom door flew open, and there he was, his face etched with concern. Relief washed over me, so potent it left me weak. He was at my side in an instant, pulling me close, his hand stroking my hair with a tenderness that belied the steel in his eyes. “It’s okay, princess,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm against my racing heart. “Just a dream. Everything’s alright. I’m here.” I hadn't even realized I was crying until he tilted my chin up, his thumb gently brushing away the tears. He kissed them away, one by one, his lips lingering on my skin. “Want to talk about it?” he asked, his voice low and husky. I shook my head, unable to find th
The clatter of ceramic on glass pulled me from my reverie. Luca reappeared, a bowl of colorful cereal in one hand and a steaming mug of coffee in the other. He settled into the lounge chair beside me, handing me the bowl with a gentle nudge. “Thank you,” I mumbled around a mouthful of Frosted Flakes, already feeling my mood lifting. The sunrise, the warmth of the sun on my skin, the unexpected sweetness of the cereal – it was all so simple, so pure, so different from the stifling tension that clung to every moment back in New York. I opened my mouth to tell Luca how much I loved watching the city wake up, how the early morning light painted everything in a soft, golden glow, but he stopped me mid-sentence. “No talking with your mouth full, amore,” he chided gently, his tone the perfect mimic of a concerned parent. I couldn't help but smile, a warm feeling spreading through my chest. His concern, even for something so trivial, felt…endearing. I finished my cereal quickly, eager t
My hand shot out, instinctively reaching for my phone, the sleek black surface cool against my palm. A wave of icy dread washed over me as I saw the notification flashing on the screen. It was from the press, a barrage of news alerts flooding my inbox. "Rossi's Enterprise: Scandal Rocks Multi-Billionaire," one headline screamed. Another read, "Mr. Rossi's Underworld Ties Come to Light," the words stinging like a slap in the face. My jaw clenched, the muscles in my neck tightening. Dmitri. The bastard was not only trying to destroy me from within, he was now aiming for my empire, aiming to paint me as a monster in the eyes of the public. I was seething, a dangerous heat coursing through my veins, but then Lena’s hand reached out, her fingers brushing against mine as she tried to see what was going on. Her face was a mask of concern, worry etched into her brow. I shifted the phone towards her, angling it so she could see clearly. A gasp escaped her lips, her eyes wide with a mixtu
Lena's POVThe drive was silent, a strange mix of anticipation and unease simmering beneath the surface. We pulled up to a house… no, not a house, a freaking mansion. It was opulent, a towering structure of stone and glass, with sprawling lawns and manicured gardens. The house screamed of elegance, of old money, of a history that whispered through the very walls. My breath hitched in my throat, and any attempt at a cool facade crumbled. The sheer size of the place was staggering, an opulent monument to wealth and power. I’d known Luca was rich, but this… this was obscene. I wondered just how rich Luca was, even though I knew he was rich, ridiculously so. This wasn't a mansion, it was a palace. Luca rounded the car, opening my door with a gentle smile. As I stepped out, I was met by a sight that sent a shiver down my spine. Men dressed in black, their faces grim, their hands resting on holsters, patrolled the building. There were more than two hundred of them, their presence heavy
Lena's POVI showered in Sarah’s bathroom, trying to wash away the tension and the lingering scent of violence. We decided to head out for a little cozy night out. I wore Sarah’s sweatshirt and pants since I didn't want to go back to my room and likely face Luca.We both slid into Sarah’s Range Rover. “When does Raiden get back from school?” I asked, trying to distract myself from the turmoil in my own life. I missed him too.“Was just about to tell you now. I’ll pick him up from school, and then we can go to the park. You okay with that?”“Yeah, absolutely,” I replied, grateful for the distraction.We arrived at Raiden’s school, Sarah went in to pick him up, and in no time she was out with Raiden by her side. Sarah placed Raiden in the backseat, “Heyy,” I squealed, my voice full of affection, he was startled at first. He scooted over to see my face from where I sat in the passenger seat, and the sweetest smile appeared on his face, warming me up. For this part, I really don't mind
Lena's POVImmediately I sat down, Luca sped off. I tried to make small talk with him, but was outright shut down. I was trying to figure out why exactly he was angry. If it was because of the pregnancy talk earlier or what. Fast forward to two days later, and Luca still wasn't fucking with me. He was distant and sharp, and it was pissing me off. Little things were starting to get to me, and I felt nauseous most of the day and as well did not have time to deal with his bullshit and stupid mood swings.I still didn't see Marco since the field. I was sat on the island stool eating the sandwich I made before I felt a presence beside me. “Hii,” Sarah said to me. “How are you? Feels like I haven't seen you in ages.” I said, trying to match her cheerfulness.“Right. I'm good, Nobody's fault but your's though” Sarah replied, and I just gave her a small silly, guilty smile.“Raiden?” I asked.“He went to school,” Sarah said.“Oh. Who dropped him off, cause you're here? Or are you just getti
Lena's POVI picked up my pace, wanting to catch up with Luca. He was already far ahead, but at least I could still see him, so I didn't lose track. We were in a large, open field that was surrounded by large trees. It felt quite deserted from the rest of the world, and precisely so. On entering the plot of land, about a five-minute drive before where he parked the car, there was a board that read 'Rossi's Property,' so definitely nobody would dare come near it.I finally got to where Luca was standing, panting. He barely gave me a glance. There were three men and then Dmitri and Igor on the ground looking even worse than they did in the underground.. Luca said something to the men in Italian, and they bowed their heads and started to move out. When they got closer to me, they bowed again. I didn't know what to do, so I bowed and waved at them, feeling incredibly awkward and confused.“Stay back somewhere,” Luca's deep voice said to me, and I backed up a little.He went inside the
Lena's POVLuca gifted me Igor's hand. A dismembered human hand. My initial reaction was pure disgust and a cold fear that ran right through me. I mean that's somebody's real hand.But then…I thought about the fact that Luca really did all of that for me. Even though he probably enjoyed doing it, a thrill went through me. It was… hot? Sexy? Nice? Yeah… all of those things. But not everyone was fucked in the head like that, I couldn't stomach it.I felt Luca’s hot breath on my neck as we stood on the balcony outside the room. He’d followed me out here after I asked him to get rid of the hand. “So, you don’t appreciate the gift I got you, yeah?” he asked, a hint of teasing in his voice.“I do,” I said softly and honestly. “It’s just that… I’m scared of it. Damn, Luca, that’s somebody’s real, severed hand, cold and fresh in a box. Would you not be shocked if I was totally okay with it, with the background I come from?”Luca placed his hands on the railings, effectively locking me in be
Luca's POVI carefully slid away from Lena, trying not to wake her. Peeling back the covers, her naked body was on full display. God, she was beautiful. I lightly touched her thigh, running my hand up its length, and she stirred slightly. I continued caressing, moving my hand higher, until it was between her thighs. Slowly, lightly, I moved my hand back and forth, and she instinctively spread her legs open a little further, still lost in sleep. I chuckled softly at whatever she must be dreaming about.Now I had access. Her clit. Already wet and slick. I started running my finger over it, teasing her gently. I pressed two fingers against her entrance, feeling her walls, and she let out a small moan. I slipped one finger inside, and she jerked slightly. A smile tugged at my lips. I added another finger, starting to move them slowly and deliberately, drawing out the pleasure.Lena’s eyes fluttered. Those beautiful ice-blue depths, meant only for me. My drug. They were filled with lust a
Lena's POVWe were finally done showering, and I was digging through Luca's closet. It was massive, naturally. I settled on this green sweater, and it struck me as so…weird. Luca never wore colors. It was always black, white, grey - the neutrals that undeniably looked amazing on him.He turned just as I was pulling it over my head. He pointed, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. "My mom gave me that. I've never worn it, really. I don't like colors, and...it's got a cartoon character on it." It was Scooby Doo."Oh." I pulled at the hem. "Is it okay if I wear it?"He shrugged, a casual gesture that didn't quite hide the fact he was watching me. "Yeah, it's fine."I raised an eyebrow. "Really? You sure?"He insisted a couple times, each time with impatience creeping in. I paired it with his black basketball shorts that were too long for me, pulled my hair up into a messy bun, and called it good. Luca, meanwhile, was just in a white muscle tee and black basketball shorts. He l
Lena's POVI woke up, my face smooshed into a hard, taut chest, and I smiled, instantly knowing who it belonged to. I shuffled to get out, trying not to suffocate, which made Luca wake up. His beautiful green eyes fluttered open, a sight that always made my heart skip a beat."Hi," I said, my smile widening."Hey," Luca mumbled. He reached out and moved the hair out of my face, his touch gentle. "You're beautiful," he finished, his voice still thick with sleep."Thank you," I replied, my smile growing."You welcome," he replied, his voice warm and tender."You know what?" I asked, stroking his beard, feeling the rough texture against my fingertips. "You look good, too.""Really?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice."Yeah. Your hair all grown out makes you look so fucking hot. Like a hundred times hotter," I gushed, my honesty unfiltered."I thought it didn't look good though. I wanted to cut it today. With you here. Half of my stress is gone," he said, a small smile playing on
Lena's POVI stood up from the bed, and Luca sat up, watching me intently. I kneeled in front of him and pulled my hair up into a ponytail, exposing the curve of my neck."Look in my eyes when you do that shit," Luca rasped, his voice thick with anticipation. He already knew what I wanted to do, knew the power I held in that moment. I was going to suck his dick until he begged, until he called out my name in desperate need.I dragged down Luca's pants, along with his briefs, and his dick sprang out, thick, long, and veiny, exactly how I liked it. It was already hard I held his cock in my hand, marveling at its size and the way it throbbed with anticipation. He had an excited cock, the type of cock to jump and move around, eager for attention. A snack that smiles back.I licked his tip, and he shuddered beneath me, his legs shifting slightly, allowing me more space. I licked again, my tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path up and down the shaft. I licked his frenulum, my tongue circli
Lena's POVLuca walked out of the bathroom, his face etched with a tiredness that mirrored my own. "I'm sorry, I didn't know it–""Lena, I really don't feel like talking to you right now," he said, cutting me off, and walked into the closet. He came back out wearing grey sweatpants and laid down on the bed, pulling the covers over his head, effectively shutting me out.I just stood there, feeling the weight of everything crashing down on me. Everything was too much, it was too fucking much. I was tired, so tired of life. I was ready to just… disappear. Fucking go missing.I crumpled to the ground, breaking down into sobs. Everything was too much, it was too fucking much. Before I could even close my eyes, Luca was already by my side, his strong arms pulling me into his chest."I want to go back to LA. I can't stand it, I can't stand it anymore. I need to leave, I'm sorry," I cried, grabbing onto his neck, clutching him as if he was the only thing keeping me from falling apart. He was.