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
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
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
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
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
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
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