Lena still clung to me, her body a warm, comforting weight against mine. But the tears that streamed down her face, the silent, choked sobs that racked her frame, were a stark contrast to the warmth of her embrace. She didn't say anything, and the silence, thick and heavy, was killing me. I wanted her to scream, to yell, to throw something, anything, to release the pent-up emotions that were consuming her. Anything but this suffocating silence. I felt a tightness in my chest, a constricting band around my heart. The silence was unbearable, each tick of the clock hammering at my sanity. My fingers itched to reach out, to touch her, to offer some comfort, but fear kept me rooted in place. I knew I was walking a tightrope, each step a gamble, and the last thing I wanted was to push her away for good. "Lena," I whispered, my voice rough with desperation. "Talk to me. Say something." She finally looked up at me, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen, reflecting the storm that raged within
"I have something to tell you.” Luca murmured against my ear I looked up at him, my eyes wide and filled with an intensity, I knew he had something to say, we had to talk “Go on,” I whispered softly, my voice reasurring, urgent. "I'm in the mafia" The world seemed to tilt on its axis. The weight of his words settled on my shoulders, heavy and suffocating. A single tear traced a path down my cheek, leaving a cold trail of fear and confusion. "I'm the Don of the Italian mafia," he continued, his voice low and steady, but I felt a tremor run through him. The air thickened with unspoken tension, the only sound the choked sobs that escaped my lips. I clung to him, his warmth the only comfort in the face of the truth that had crashed down upon me. I wanted to stand, to pull away, to escape the suffocating reality, but I couldn't. I needed to feel him close, to feel the warmth of his presence, to hold on to the last vestiges of normalcy. Why the fuck was I crying? Was he okay? Was he
The bed felt cold and empty, the warmth of Luca's body gone. I was alone, abandoned in this dangerous world. Did he really think I was just going to leave him? He’d told me how to get back home, but did he not see the fear in my eyes? The desperate plea for him to stay? Did he truly think I would just walk away from him, from everything that was now unfolding? He was foolish if he thought that, very foolish. I dragged myself out of bed, my head throbbing and my whole body aching. I looked in the mirror and saw my reflection, a perfect embodiment of how I felt- like shit. My eyes were red and swollen, the remnants of a night spent crying myself to sleep.I walked to the bathroom, needing a hot bath. I turned on the water, watching it fill the tub as my mind drifted, replaying the events of the last few hours. When the tub was half full, I climbed in, the warmth of the water a welcome relief to my aching body. My muscles relaxed, the tension easing from my shoulders, but my heart rem
I couldn't bear staying in the same place as Hazel. I wasn't going to stay in Los Angeles, not with her going back home. But before I left, I needed to give the press something. I had checked my phone earlier, and the headlines weren't doing good things for my company. I needed to control the narrative, to at least appear in control. I arrived at the company, grabbing a few things and doing some work. I could hear the crowd outside, trying to get answers from one of my men, who I had told to act as my personal assistant. I decided to close off the office and get this whole thing over with. I walked out, and there they were, waiting at the front door. I was ready to speak to them. I was tired of this, tired of the whispers and the drama. "Due to the recent allegations made by my fellow businessman, Dmitri," I said, my gaze unwavering. "Rossi Enterprise will be temporarily shutting down while I clear my name and address these claims. To our investors and partners, I understand
Luca's POV The cigarette smoke filled the air, a swirling cloud that seemed to mimic the chaos in my mind. As I inhaled, a strange feeling washed over me, a prickle of unease that I couldn't ignore. I had a feeling that Dmitri knew where I was. Maybe some of his men were on their way. I was psychic sometimes, a weird sixth sense that had saved me more than once. I didn’t want to cause a scene at the hotel. I decided to pick up my things and leave. I got inside my car and drove to a more secluded area. There was an abandoned house, a place I had been to before. It was perfect for hiding, for waiting. I arrived at the house, a crumbling, ramshackle structure that had seen better days. But it was quiet, hidden away from prying eyes. I could disappear here, wait for them to come to me. I waited patiently, listening for any sound, any hint of movement. It was a game of cat and mouse, and I was the mouse, waiting for the cat to make its move. The tension was thick, almost suffocating
The sky was a dreary shade of gray, the kind that blankets the world in a muffling stillness, as if nature herself was mourning. I stood by the freshly dug grave, my mother’s name etched in marble before me. "Maria Rossi – Beloved Mother," it read. The final rites were a blur of incantations and muffled sobs, a somber symphony of loss. My mother had been the anchor in my life, the one person who could see beyond the polished exterior of Luca Rossi, the billionaire CEO, and touch the raw, vulnerable soul within.The cemetery was cloaked in a respectful silence, interrupted only by the shuffling of feet on the gravel path and the occasional murmur of condolences. I wore my usual armor—an impeccably tailored black suit—but today it felt like a shroud, constricting and heavy. The priest's voice, low and monotonous, drifted over the sea of black-clad mourners, but his words barely registered. My eyes were fixed on the casket, a sleek, dark mahogany vessel that now held the woman who had be
After the familiar hum of the car ride back to my penthouse, the city lights flickering like ghosts in the rearview mirror, I felt an unsettling restlessness. The penthouse, with its sweeping views and cold, empty spaces, did little to comfort me. My mother’s death had left a void that even the most luxurious surroundings couldn’t fill. As I stared out at the twinkling lights of the city below, I made a decision. I wasn’t going to sit here and let the darkness consume me. Not tonight.I left the comfort of my penthouse and headed back to the club, but this time I drove myself. The act of driving, of being in control, was strangely liberating. The city seemed to pulse with life as I navigated the streets, each turn a reminder that I was still here, still capable of moving forward.The club’s facade loomed ahead, a beacon of distraction and escape. I parked my car and walked through the entrance, the familiar sounds and scents enveloping me like a second skin. I made my way up to the se
His gaze held mine, smoldering with an intensity that sent a wave of heat through me. This close, I could see flecks of gold in those mesmerizing green eyes. "Let's get out of here," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against the backdrop of the club’s throbbing music. He gestured towards a hallway I hadn't noticed, partially hidden behind a velvet curtain.My heart quickened. My logical side, the one that had survived five years in Manhattan, screamed at me to politely decline, to order an Uber and retreat to the safety of my apartment. But something in his gaze, a mix of command and raw desire, short-circuited all rational thought. Besides, hadn't I come here for a distraction? This was certainly distracting.He must have mistaken my hesitation for reluctance, because a slow smile spread across his lips, making him even more devastating. "Don't worry," he chuckled, his voice a low purr in my ear. "It's not what you think. Unless you want it to be." With that, he rose from his