Sophia was on her way to work, gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly as she tried to focus on the road ahead. But no matter how hard she tried, her mind kept drifting back to everything she had fought so hard to bury. Maybe it was because Dante used to drop her off some mornings. She had gotten used to stepping outside and seeing him waiting for her, leaning casually against his car with that soft look in his eyes, as if she was the only thing that mattered. If she wasn’t with him, he would still be there sometimes, parked outside her apartment, his gaze full of warmth and patience.He used to pick her up too, like it was the most natural thing in the world. No matter how busy he was, no matter how many important things demanded his attention, he always made time for her. It had become a part of her life, a quiet but steady comfort.But now, there was only silence.The seat beside her was empty. The space that once held his presence, his quiet strength, now felt cold and u
Sophia stepped into her apartment, locking the door behind her with trembling hands. The moment she was inside, she let out a shaky breath, her body sagging against the door.She just wanted to be alone.Away from the world.Away from the cruel eyes watching her every move.Away from the endless whispers and accusations that clung to her like shadows.Her chest rose and fell as she tried to steady herself, but the lump in her throat refused to go away.Slowly, she made her way to the bathroom.Lately, it had become her only place of relieve. The one place where she could let herself break without fear.She turned on the shower, watching as the water streamed down like a thin curtain.Steam rose, filling the small space with warmth, but it did nothing to soothe the coldness in her heart.Without hesitation, she stepped in, letting the water pour down her body.At first, the sensation was comforting—the heat wrapping around her, offering her a false sense of security.But then, as the
60 percent Mafia book, 40 percent erotica. A book about lust, love, obsession, possession, Domination, BDSM, war, and blood shade. Sophia was the opposite of Dante. She is kind and soft-hearted and they shined through her appearance. After a break up with the man she spent years building a future with, Sophia fuels that energy into her career— the desire to be a lifesaver. She promised never to give love a chance but her father’s constant intervention pushed her into the arms of a man she saw through his light, instead of the darkness that he is. Dante Gilimatro. The ruler of the most hideous mafia undercover world. A man whose mare presence commanded silence. His aura filled with dominance. With the quest to be free from her father’s constant blind date plans, Sophis fell into Dante’s arms, seeking protection from her father. “I need you in black, baby girl.” Those were the commands he gave when he has plans to fuck her skul out in the restroom at any restaurant they pass thei
Eric stepped into the dimly lit basement, his all-black outfit blending seamlessly with the shadows. His sharp features betrayed no emotion as he delivered the news.“My lord. He is in the dungeon,” Eric said, his voice steady and clear.Across the room sat Dante. The Alpha and Mighty. The most feared man in Sicily. His title alone made people tremble, but it was his presence that commanded complete submission. Dante said nothing at first. His dark hair was swept back, exposing his cold, sharp features. His hooded eyes were fixed on the wall, distant yet sharp, as memories from his perfect recall played in his mind.His sharp-angle brows furrowed slightly as he looked down at the glass in his hand. The drink offered little comfort, but it was a habit, one that steadied him in moments of quiet rage.Without speaking, Dante stood. His decision was final. The man in the dungeon had forged documents to climb the ranks of his organization, a betrayal that deserved no mercy.“Do you have to
Sophia sat comfortably in her plush, cream-colored armchair, surrounded by stacks of medical journals and textbooks. The soft glow of the table lamp cast a warm light over her workspace as she made notes on her latest project: developing an app to allow patients to seek consultations without visiting the clinic. Her blue silk pajamas, adorned with delicate silver embroidery, shimmered subtly in the light, hugging her form with an elegance that spoke of understated luxury. A matching robe draped over the back of her chair, forgotten in the comfort of her research.Her raven black hair tumbled in loose waves down her back, framing her serene face. She sipped her coffee, savoring the warmth, her pen moving swiftly across the paper as her mind raced with ideas. The room was quiet, save for the faint scratching of her pen and the occasional flip of a page.The door to her study swung open, breaking the tranquility. Sophia glanced up, her lips curving into a warm smile as her father, walk
Dante sat alone in the dimly lit basement, the faint hum of an overhead bulb casting a yellowish glow over the cluttered space. His fingers moved methodically over the Rubik’s Cube, twisting and turning the vibrant squares in a ritual he had perfected long ago—a mental escape from the chaos that usually consumed his life. But tonight, even the familiar click of the cube couldn’t silence the storm raging within him. He was on the brink of a confrontation he had fantasized about for years, a meeting with his sworn enemy—the man whose mere existence fueled his darkest impulses. The thought of that face, so smug and unrepentant, ignited a searing rage in his chest. Dante pictured the moment with perfect clarity: his enemy kneeling before him, broken and begging for mercy before he delivered the final blow. Yet, he knew the timing wasn’t right. Not yet. Every move in his world had to be calculated, every piece on the board perfectly placed. For now, he had to wait, no matter how badly
Dante lay on the bed, his palm pressed firmly against his bleeding arm. The deep red stain spread across his white sleeve, but his face betrayed nothing. His breathing was steady, deliberate, even as a faint tremor ran through his fingers. He groaned softly, a sound more from annoyance than agony, as though the bullet wound was a mere inconvenience.Eric walked in, his face etched with concern. “My lord.” He bowed, shifting his gaze to Dante’s bleeding arm. Dante’s eyes, dark and piercing, held the faintest flicker of pain, but it was buried beneath a fortress of resolve. They carried the weight of countless battles won, and countless scars endured.“I have contacted the doctor. That ingret has sent his trusted assistant.”Dante took note of Eric’s information but his face remained a mask of indifference. Eric bowed as a flicker of guilt sliced through him. “I am sorry, I should have protected…” Dante raised a finger, and this mare act silenced Eric. “It was an uncalculated mo
CHAPTER 5.Sophia gave her reflection a final look in the mirror before grabbing her bag and leaving her room.Dressed in a sleek black one-shoulder ruffle dress, she held a silver purse in her right hand as she walked to her car, her head held high.She stepped into the driver’s seat, a little too discomforted. Something about this blind date felt wrong, but she was determined to go. This would be her way of proving a point to her father the next time he tried setting her up again.Sophia adjusted the rearview mirror and studied her reflection. The sharp flick of her eyeliner highlighted her striking blue eyes, which seemed to pierce through the glass. She looked stunning—an undeniable beauty the world didn’t deserve.Her ex had called her cold, accused her of being insensitive to a man’s touch. The words had stung, chipping away at her confidence. But now, looking at herself, she felt the strength returning. She tossed her hair back with practiced ease.She was Sophia—a woman of pow
Sophia stepped into her apartment, locking the door behind her with trembling hands. The moment she was inside, she let out a shaky breath, her body sagging against the door.She just wanted to be alone.Away from the world.Away from the cruel eyes watching her every move.Away from the endless whispers and accusations that clung to her like shadows.Her chest rose and fell as she tried to steady herself, but the lump in her throat refused to go away.Slowly, she made her way to the bathroom.Lately, it had become her only place of relieve. The one place where she could let herself break without fear.She turned on the shower, watching as the water streamed down like a thin curtain.Steam rose, filling the small space with warmth, but it did nothing to soothe the coldness in her heart.Without hesitation, she stepped in, letting the water pour down her body.At first, the sensation was comforting—the heat wrapping around her, offering her a false sense of security.But then, as the
Sophia was on her way to work, gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly as she tried to focus on the road ahead. But no matter how hard she tried, her mind kept drifting back to everything she had fought so hard to bury. Maybe it was because Dante used to drop her off some mornings. She had gotten used to stepping outside and seeing him waiting for her, leaning casually against his car with that soft look in his eyes, as if she was the only thing that mattered. If she wasn’t with him, he would still be there sometimes, parked outside her apartment, his gaze full of warmth and patience.He used to pick her up too, like it was the most natural thing in the world. No matter how busy he was, no matter how many important things demanded his attention, he always made time for her. It had become a part of her life, a quiet but steady comfort.But now, there was only silence.The seat beside her was empty. The space that once held his presence, his quiet strength, now felt cold and u
CHAPTER 97Five days had passed. Five long, agonizing days since he had last seen her, touched her, or heard her voice.Dante sat on the balcony of one of his many mansions, his body still but his mind in chaos. The cool night air brushed against his skin, but it did nothing to calm him. He held a glass of wine in one hand, slowly swirling the dark liquid, watching how the deep red color glistened under the soft glow of the moonlight.His thoughts were consumed by her—Sophia.He could still see her standing there, right where he was now. The memory of her was so vivid, it was as if she had just been there moments ago. He could almost hear the soft sound of her laughter, feel the warmth of her body against his when he had come up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close.He closed his eyes, letting the memory wash over him.That night had been one of the rare moments when he had allowed himself to be vulnerable. They had stood here, gazing at the night sky, los
Sophia stepped into her apartment, her entire body feeling weak, as if all the strength had drained out of her. The moment the door shut behind her, a heavy silence filled the space, wrapping around her like an invisible weight. Her chest felt tight, her throat burned— before she could stop herself, a sob broke free.She staggered to the couch, her legs barely holding her up. As soon as she reached it, she collapsed onto the cushions, burying her face in her hands. The tears came in uncontrollable waves, her shoulders shaking violently as she cried.It wasn’t just fear. It wasn’t just exhaustion. It was everything.The betrayal. The heartbreak. The helplessness.Her mind replayed every terrifying moment—Luca’s cruel smirk, his hands yanking her hair, the cold barrel of his gun pressed against her skin. She could still hear his voice whispering threats in her ear, still feel the suffocating fear that had gripped her when she thought she wouldn’t make it out alive.And then there was Da
Dante drove straight to his mansion, his grip on the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white. His jaw was clenched, his mind clouded with rage and frustration. The moment he pulled into the driveway, he didn’t waste a second. He stormed out of the car, slamming the door behind him, and headed straight for the dungeon.As he descended the cold, dark staircase, his boots echoed menacingly against the stone floor. The scent of blood and sweat filled the air, thick and suffocating. He got the dungeon and he saw that Martin had already carried out his orders. The five men he had assigned to protect Sophia were tied together against a metal pole, their heads hanging low, their bodies bruised and bloodied from the initial beating.But it wasn’t enough.Dante’s eyes darkened as he rolled up his sleeves, his muscles flexing with barely restrained fury. Without hesitation, he strode toward them, his breath heavy, his entire being vibrating with anger.“You useless pieces of shit,
Sophia felt a small wave of relief rush through her as she saw Dante standing there, powerful and untouchable. She felt like she could breathe again.Luca could no longer hurt her.Dante wouldn’t let him.But even with that relief, a sharp pain still stabbed at her chest. Her mind was clouded with the cruel words she had overheard earlier—the words Dante had spoken.“Do whatever you want to do. I don’t care about her.”That sentence echoed in her head like a curse.Was that how he really felt?Had everything between them been a lie?She recalled how he used to say she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, how he undressed her with such tenderness, whispering sweet words against her skin. Every touch, every promise—were they all lies?Her heart ached with confusion, with betrayal.But there was no time to dwell on it now.Dante took slow, calculated steps toward her, his presence dominating the room. Before reaching her, he turned his head and gave Luca one final look.That lo
“Oh, you’re threatening me?” Luca let out a dark, amused laugh. His eyes gleamed with twisted excitement as he pushed himself up from his chair. He began pacing back and forth like a caged predator, his voice rising with each word.“So you think you can scare me?” he sneered. “Your threats are empty, Dante. Completely useless. You’ll never find me. You’ll never see your woman again. And you already know you don’t want to mess with me.” His lips curled into a wicked grin as he taunted Dante. “Little thing,” he added mockingly, shaking his head as if Dante was nothing but a joke to him.Dante, however, remained eerily calm. His grip on the phone tightened slightly, but his voice stayed steady, cold, and lethal.“They’re not threats, Luca,” he said, his tone dangerously low. “It’s an order.”Luca stopped pacing, his smirk faltering for just a second.“Try me,” Dante continued, his voice dripping with authority. “Lay another finger on her, and you will see exactly what happens.”There was
Luca’s voice dripped with mockery as he spoke. “I have your princess, no! sister-in-law right here with me.” He let out a low chuckle. “She really is beautiful. No wonder you’ve been hiding her from us. No wonder you refuse to do what must be done.”He paused, savoring the moment before continuing, his tone laced with venom. “The great Dante Gilmatro, the man who waited years—decades—to bring down Miguel De Luca, is now hesitating. You spent your whole life plotting revenge against the man who murdered our father, and yet, now that he’s right under your nose, you do nothing. Because of a woman, you’ve abandoned everything.”Luca sneered, watching Sophia’s reaction from the corner of his eye. “Tell me, brother, do you think she’ll still love you when she finds out the truth? That the man she adores, the man she trusts, is plotting to eliminate her father.He let his words hang in the air before delivering the final blow. “And we both know the truth, don’t we? If you really wanted Migue
Sophia’s mind felt like it was trapped in a thick, suffocating fog. A dull pounding echoed inside her skull, each throb reminding her that something was terribly wrong. Her limbs felt heavy, her body sluggish as if she had been pulled from the depths of unconsciousness too soon. She tried to move, but her muscles screamed in protest.The air around her smelled damp, mixed with something metallic—blood, perhaps? The coldness of the surface beneath her seeped into her skin, making her shiver. As her senses slowly returned, so did the memories. The road. The car. The sudden opening of the door. The rag pressed against her nose. And then—darkness.Her eyelids fluttered weakly before they finally opened.The first thing she saw were piercing eyes watching her.A man sat in front of her, his gaze fixed on her like a predator who had been patiently waiting for his prey to wake. His face was unfamiliar—sharp features, a menacing smirk curving his lips. The dim, flickering light above barely i