Hello readers! Yes, things may get uglier moving forward. We will see how our favorite group survives what is to come. As most of you that have read my other books know, I like to make it as realistic as possible and the mafia world isn't anything pretty. Only the strongest will survive this series. I'd love to hear from you all. What is going through your mind? What are your theories of what will come? Also, I know lots of people prefer the disclaimer at the top of the chapters since they skip over that portion, but I'd like everyone's feedback. Should these be removed since I have the disclaimer on page one? If not, I will go back and delete as many as I can. XOXO
***WARNING | BRIEF TRIGGER SCENE*** *Alberto’s POV* “What the fūck are you doing here, Daniella?” I growled as I released my hold on the gun. “I’ve missed you so much, Capo.” She purred as she slowly rose from the bed and made her way towards me, swaying her hips in a desperate attempt to please me. I clenched my teeth as I glared at my bed. The only female allowed in it was my angel. My hand twitched, wanting to really pull my gun out and blow her brains out, but I had to remember that she was possibly carrying my child. Even if it wasn’t my kid—which I’m almost sure it wasn’t— I can’t just kill a pregnant woman. I’m a monster, but even I have my limits. She lifted her hands just as I stepped away from her. “If you don’t get out of my face in the next five seconds, I can’t promise you I won’t hurt you.” I declared, feeling angrier by the second. Who the fūck even let her in? How and when the fūck did she make it to Italy? “Would you really hurt the mother of your only child
*Alberto’s POV* “Please have a seat.” I muttered sarcastically as Francisco sat on my bed. He rolled his eyes before standing up abruptly and looking back at the bed with a scowl. He grumbled under his breath as he walked towards the couch. If he only knew… “How long?” He questioned, squinting his eyes towards me as his hands clenched on his lap. “How long what, Francisco?” I replied, crossing my arms. “Have you been manipulating my daughter?” He growled, making me shake my head. “Are you fūcking serious right now?” I gritted out before releasing a deep breath. “You know me. Be mad all you want, but you know I would never hurt my angel.” “I don’t know shīt!” He shouted, standing up. “I know that my best friend, my brother, would have never messed with my daughter!” “And that’s why I left.” I replied, pushing my hands inside my pockets. “But when you threatened me to get me to come here, I could no longer stay away from her.” “Don’t blame your perversion on me.” He fumed,
*Alberto’s POV* ~A few days later~ I withdrew my gun as I motioned with two fingers for Francisco to move to the other side of the door. My guys and his were already surrounding the building and were just waiting for my order to enter the club. It was early morning now and their guards had already left their posts, so it was easier to catch them by surprise. I lifted my hand to my ear as I waited for Ethan to give me the green light. “I’m detecting about fifteen, Capo.” Ethan commented through the earpiece. I nodded towards Francisco as he lifted his foot, instantly breaking the good for nothing door off its hinges and moving out of the way to let me go in first. I raised my gun higher, scanning the room for anything that moved. I was greeted by a naked stripper choking on some asšhole’s cōck. Without hesitation, I put a bullet through his forehead, making blood and parts of his skin splatter everywhere. It had been over a week since I last held my woman. Over a week that I wa
*Edgardo’s POV* It has been an intense couple of days, to say the least. I definitely don’t know what sleep is anymore. Alberto has been losing his shīt. More than usual, of course. He has been killing anything and anyone that he feels knows something or doesn’t about his goddaughter’s kidnapping. He doesn’t give a shīt at this point. He just wants to find her. By the time that I arrived back at the estate with the guys, Alberto and Blanco were already there. I put the SUV in park and leaned my head back against the headrest. “Not sleeping?” Paolo asked me from the passenger seat, making me turn to face him. “If Capo doesn’t sleep, no one sleeps.” I muttered before reaching for the cigarette that he was handing me and placing it on my lips. “How’s your girl?” He questioned, forcing me to squint at him as I put out the cigarette. “What’s it to you?” I hissed, making him laugh as he raised his hands in surrender. “She was always nice to us. Well, before you locked her asš up
PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS CHAPTER *Penelope’s POV* It was obvious that Edgardo was struggling as he led me to our room. I mean, the tent in his pants had me struggling too, especially after that hot kiss he gave me. Something about jealous Edgardo made the area between my legs clench with desire. I don’t even recognize the person he turns me into. Edgardo pulled me into the bedroom before I could dwell too much on the moisture pooling between my legs. I was about to walk towards the closet, but he stopped me by tugging my hand towards the bathroom. “We can pick something out after our shower,” he commented when I raised my brow in question. As soon as we entered the bathroom, he released my hand and made his way towards the shower, opening the faucet and checking the temperature after a few seconds. I licked my lips nervously as I waited by the counter. I looked into the mirror, making sure that my hair looked good. Don’t ask me why, after what ha
*Edgardo’s POV* I know what I said, but can you blame me for giving my girl exactly what she wanted? The moment I took in her intoxicating scent, I was a goner. Hypnotized by my woman and her perfect body. When she promised to let me know if I hurt her, I dug right in, not wasting any more time. Her fingers instinctively twisted in my hair, holding me in place as I parted her hairless lips with my tongue. “Mio Dio,” she gasped as I teased her swollen bud, feeling her arousal drench my chin almost instantly. I lifted my eyes, enjoying the faces of pleasure that she made. Her parted lips and her pretty perky tīts looked like perfection from my view, making me unbearably hard. So much for controlling my cōck. I knew I was bullshītting myself since Pen was a drug to me. I wrenched my lips from her sensitive clīt as I caressed the inside of her thighs. She shivered as my fingers slowly teased her until finding her drenched opening. “What do you want, Tesoro?” I asked her in a r
*TRIGGER WARNING* *Alberto’s POV* ~Several days later~ “Would you stop fidgeting already? I need to clean the blood from your knuckles,” Francisco muttered, pulling my hand closer to him as he pressed the rag on my cuts again. With my other hand, I lifted my glass of whiskey to my lips to try to make my body, heart, and mind numb. Nothing hurt more than my fūcking heart though. My angel was alone. Dio, what were they doing to her? I knew the answer to that fūcking question. I was even more certain when I received that message about her getting married a few days ago. I should have killed him when I had the chance. Now he’s touching her. Hurting her. A tug on my cup broke me free from the dark place my mind was going to. “You need to stop drinking so much,” Francisco muttered as Aurelio’s eyes met mine through the rearview mirror. “You aren’t looking good.” My gaze shifted towards Francisco’s, fixing him with a hard glare as he raised his brow. “She’s my daughter too. I’m just a
*Edgardo’s POV* Pen worried her bottom lip as her eyes took in the club. It wasn’t as obvious as other clubs I have gone to, but what happened within the dark walls was clear as day. I released her hand and walked behind her, slipping my hands on her waist as I pressed my already excited dīck to her round ass. “Are you ready?” I asked her in a low voice before catching her earlobe in between my teeth. “It’s a sex club,” she squeaked, making me chuckle. “Yeah,” I replied as she pressed her head on my chest and looked back, deep into my hungry eyes. “You said you trusted me.” “I do,” she gulped as her body shivered in my arms. “Good. Come on. I want to show you something.” I guided her towards the dark hallway that was in front of the exhibition lounge. I didn’t frequent this club, but I had come with the guys when we visited Italy a few times and the exhibition part of the club was my favorite. Of course, I’d only been a voyeur the times I came. But I wanted so much more than to
*Isadora’s POV* I was struggling to breathe as Edgardo instructed Padrino’s and Papa’s men to watch Pen and Mamma with their lives. We had to divide the men between them and us, since we couldn’t be reckless either. When Edgardo finally finished barking out orders, he led me towards the black Porsche that Padrino used when he would drive himself places, which was rare anymore. It was also faster than the other SUVs. Edgardo opened my door, helping me inside before rounding the car quickly and climbing behind the wheel. The car purred to life, and he didn’t hesitate to speed past the others. He handed me his phone and gave me some numbers to dial for him as he practically flew past the gates surrounding our land. “Put it on speaker. Please.” “Petrov.” The man with the thick Russian accent answered anxiously as soon as I hit the speaker button. “Petrov, it’s Morello’s right-hand.” “Edgardo, right?” he asked quickly as I heard him shuffling through some things. “Correct.
*Alberto’s POV* The doors to the SUVs were already open as we made our way to them. I fetched my phone from my pocket as Francisco climbed in before me. “What do you have, Ethan?” I growled into the phone as soon as he picked up. “The abandoned warehouses were owned by LoTech. I can’t find the details on the owners of that foreign company, but I have a pretty good idea.” “I don’t want ideas! I want fūcking facts!” My snapped reply had Francisco turning to face me with brows furrowed as I shut the door behind me. “Si, Capo. I’m still on it, but—” “I’m already on my way there, Ethan! There are no fūcking buts!” “Understood. Also, the nearby cameras were able to capture a male in his early to mid-twenties, entering the building down the street on a few occasions with what looked like groceries. I’m sending the picture over now.” I pulled the phone from my ear, placing it on speakerphone as I opened my message app. “What’s going on?” I held my hand up to Francisco to stop
*Isadora’s POV* ~A few weeks later~ I turned the knob in the bathtub, letting water fill it before I stood up straight to pull my hair into a bun. Things have been crazier than normal these past few weeks. Padrino has been more tense than usual since he and the Russians have still been unable to find my brother. They have met a few times to discuss strategies to bring him out, but nothing has worked yet. Penelope mentioned a conversation she overheard between Daniella and someone else, but all the numbers Ethan looked into were dead ends. Everyone that they had questioned also seemed not to know about him, even less where to find him. It’s like he never existed in the first place. But I knew better. All of that has kept me from sleeping well the past few days. I haven’t wanted to tell Padrino because I knew how intense he could get, and he already had enough on his plate. I just hoped we were able to find him before the baby was born. I exhaled slowly before dipping my hand int
*POTENTIAL TRIGGER* *Alberto’s POV* “Do you remember your safe word?” My voice was thick and low as I folded my angel over the tortūre table. Having her this way was better than any wet dream I could have ever had. “Angel,” she moaned softly as her hips pushed back, desperately seeking my touch. I tapped her ass before releasing a warning growl. My hands reached for the hem of her dress, and I yanked it over her fat ass as my eyes zeroed in on her wet, exposed cunt. Fūck me. Figa più bella che abbia mai visto. (Italian: Prettiest pūssy I’ve ever seen.) “You better tell me if it becomes too much, angel.” I dug my fingers in her ass intensely, earning a soft cry from her. “Tell me!” “I promise, Padrino,” she whispered as she looked at me over her shoulder. “Mmmm.” I smacked her ass cheeks together while I squeezed them so hard that you’d think I’d drawn blood. “What did I tell you in my office?” She seemed to be in a daze as she pushed her hips back, rubbing her dripping pūs
*TRIGGER WARNING* *Alberto’s POV* I struggled to give my angel space to do her thing. Not because I didn’t trust she could bring Daniella pain like never before. More like I was being tortūred right along with her. I was hard as steel the whole time, having fantasies of railing my goddaughter’s tight pūssy harder than ever. I can’t help that everything about her combined with tortūre just did it for me. Daniella’s gurgled cries pulled me back as my angel wiped her bloody hands on a towel Aurelio had handed her a few minutes ago. I didn’t mind her hands full of blood, but my angel kept grumbling every time the knife slipped back. My eyes drifted towards Daniella again and I couldn’t help being proud of my girl’s masterpiece. To most, it was a sight straight out of a horror movie, but to me, it was as if I was watching my own personal pōrn episode. All that was missing was my angel’s naked cunt, dripping and ready for the pounding of a lifetime. I shook those thoughts out of
*TRIGGER WARNING* *Isadora’s POV* After making my guest of honor comfortable, I exited the room and slowly entered the open, yet dark basement that Padrino had Daniella chained in. To say I was excited would have been an understatement. I never knew I’d be so thrilled to make someone pay for their wrongdoings. Okay, I’m lying, but really. This amount of eagerness just to send someone to hell should be illegal… Or maybe I’m ready to be admitted to the psych ward. “Isa-sadora,” she croaked before her teeth chattered involuntarily. I’m glad she still remembers my name. My eyes trailed down her body, realizing that her trembling was definitely caused by more than fear. Her body was stripped down, and the air in this room was cold enough to be considered a bedroom-sized freezer. “Yes, Isadora.” I smirked as I moved closer to her, not feeling an ounce of pity for the woman that tormented me for weeks on end. I already knew how I wanted to end her, but I was still deciding how to
*Alberto’s POV* My angel squirmed on my lap as I fed her breakfast. “Angel,” I growled in warning. “I don’t have time to fūck you again right now, so stop teasing.” She poked her bottom lip out like the brat that she was, forcing my lips to tug upward into a smile. Fūck, I missed my bratty girl. “Open,” I ordered in a deep voice that had her body shivering and her eyes darkening. When she finally opened her mouth, I gave her a spoonful of the yogurt she had grabbed earlier. Some of the excess of the yogurt got on her lips, forcing me to lean forward and lick it clean. “Good girl.” “Padrino,” she purred, the sound doing its usual number on my cōck. I couldn’t help being hard every second my girl was around. It could be considered natural now. “It’s so hard to have self-control around you, angel,” I murmured as she smiled back before grabbing the spoon out of my hand. “My turn.” She scooped up more yogurt and I opened my mouth, ready to be fed, but the spoon missed my mouth c
*Alberto’s POV* I couldn’t help but smile as my angel stepped in front of me and slowly buttoned up my dress shirt. Last night was something else. It was like a dream and already had me desperate for more. “I’ve ordered breakfast to be delivered to my office if you want to join me,” I said before she could pull away, and hoping to take my mind off her sweet pūssy. The food was obviously for her, since I wanted to make sure she had all her meals. My need to take care of her only intensified knowing she was growing my baby. I placed one of my hands on her lower back and pressed her to my body as my other hand tucked some of her loose hair behind her ear. “Yeah. I’d like that.” The moment her tongue slid across her bottom lip, my fingers slid to the back of her head and tugged her head back. “Me too, but if we don’t get out of here soon…” She laughed as she pushed against my chest and walked away from me, her laugh making me smile with her. Fūck, I missed this. I grabbed
*Isadora’s POV* I paced the bathroom as I nibbled on my nails, nervous as hell to leave the bathroom and talk to Padrino. I had hyped myself up all the way until we arrived inside the bedroom. But then the walls felt like they were closing in on me. I had quickly rushed into the bathroom, hoping another shower would calm my nerves. But it did shīt to sort my chaotic mind. I still can’t believe how nervous I feel. I used to feel most confident in that department. Especially in his arms. I turned around and looked at myself in the mirror as I took a deep breath. You got this, Isa. You are safe. Strong. Beautiful. Powerful. Breathe— “Angel?” Padrino’s voice echoed on the other side of the door, stopping me from my self-motivating speech any further. “Are you alright?” “Yes,” I replied as I shook my hands and rolled my neck. It took him long enough to come check on me. I mean, I probably finished my shower twenty minutes ago. Before he could ask me anything else, I turned