Hayden's POV
Weak. Pathetic. Nothing. My fists clenched, my nails biting into my palms. I let the hot, unstoppable tears fall without resisting. It wasn't a place I'd usually go, but I entered the bar nonetheless.. I slid down onto a stool at the bar and let my body sink into the old, worn-out leather. A bearded middle-aged man waited on me as he approached; his face showed no expression. "What's your pleasure?" he said. "Whiskey," I rasped. "Straight." The bartender raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that, kid?" "Do I look like I don't know?" I barked, the sudden rage pumping through me. He didn't bat an eyelid, just shrugged, and poured, holding the drink out in my direction. I poured it into my mouth in a single motion. It set something on fire inside of me, some parts scorching me on its way down. But it would not matter—nothing did. "Another," I snarled, slamming the glass on the counter. The bartender hesitated this time. "Maybe you should—" "Another," I said, overriding him, squinting at him. He muttered but filled the glass again. The second went down just as quickly as the first, and the room started spinning, but just a little. I didn’t care. The pain in my chest was sharper than any alcohol burn, and I needed something, just anything, to dull it. I leaned my head against the bar and began to cry. "You know what's funny?" I spoke, my voice muffled against the wood. "I gave him everything. I gave him my time, my love, and my soul. He simply threw it all away. For what? For my very own cousin. For his selfishness!” The bartender said nothing, but I could feel his eyes on me. "Two years," I went on, my voice cracking. "Two fucking years, and this is what I get? This is what I deserve?" "Listen, kid," he said softly then. "The heartbreak's a bitch. I mean, I've been there, buddy. But you gotta let it go. Forget about him for the remainder of tonight. "Forget him?" I repeated this, glaring at him and lifting my head off the bar. "You have no idea the extent to which I exerted myself in an effort to bring that man joy."How much of myself did I put into it? And for what? To be told I am pathetic?" He sighed and leaned over to scrub a glass dry with a cloth. "The best way to forget about someone is to find someone new. Trust me, it helps." Those words slapped me in the face, and I sat up straight, swaying slightly. "Find someone else," I muttered. The bartender nodded, not expecting me to take it to heart; I could tell. But I did. The liquor buzzed through my blood, and the notion took hold. I pounded my fists upon the bar and stood drunkenly. "Yes!" I bawled louder than I intended. "I'll cheat back! I can find somebody, too!" The bartender looked taken aback. "Hey, kid, I didn't mean—" But I wasn't listening anymore; my eyes scanned the room until they landed on a guy in the corner, sitting by himself. He was tall, with broad shoulders and an air of quiet confidence that set him apart from anyone else in the bar. The dim light illuminated his firm jaw, and his dark eyes scanned the place. Even in my drunken state, I could see how handsome he was. "That's him," I said, or tried to say, as I staggered sideways away from the bar. "That's mine. My revenge." "Wait, kid, I don't think—” The barman still tried to stop me. But I pushed through the crowd of people toward the man. He sat back in his chair, cradling a glass of whiskey as he watched me advance expressionlessly. I did not hesitate, hoisting myself up and climbing onto his lap, twisting my arms about his neck. "What the—?" he began, his voice still tight with anger. His hands gripped my waist, threatening to push me away, but I clung to him tightly. "Don't," I whispered. "Don't push me away. Not you, too." His dark brows snapped together, and he looked at me like I was crazy. "Who the hell are you?" "I'm Hayden," I whispered, holding onto his neck. "And you... you're my new boyfriend." His lips started to twitch, and for a moment, I couldn't tell if he was laughing or angry. "Get off me," he said. "No," I said, shaking my head. "Everybody hates me. My boyfriend, my cousin, even my father." My voice cracked, and the tears flowed all over again. "Why? Why does everybody hate me? Why don't I deserve love?" The man's face eased up a notch, but he didn't loosen his tight grasp on my waist. "You're drunk," he told me. "Go home." "I don't have a home!" I cried out, voice breaking. "I don't have anyone! Please… please love me." His eyes widened with shock flashing through them. "You're insane," he spat. "Maybe I am," I retorted, leaning into him until we were only an inch or two apart. "But I don't care. ... love me. Please." Before he could utter a word, I crushed my lips to his, shutting down any protest he might make. His body tensed beneath me, his hands tightening around my waist as if to pull me off, but then he froze. I deepened the kiss, tangling my fingers through his hair, pressing my body closer to his. A low whimper tore through me, and his resistance finally dwindled. "Darn it," he growled, his lips muffled against mine due to his struggle against his desire. His lips pressed against mine with such intensity that it caused my head to spin, while his hands settled on my hips, firmly gripping me as he returned the kiss. I gasped at how he pulled me closer, my legs curling up around his waist in reflex. "You asked for this," he growled, breaking the kiss to look at me. His dark eyes blazed with intensity, sending a shiver racing down my spine. "No going back now." I barely heard his words as he swiftly stood up and effortlessly pulled me into his arms. I locked my legs around him, my head falling back, as he walked from the bar out into the fresh night air, crisp with a springtime frost, which slapped at me. "Where are we going?" I mumbled. He didn't say a word; he held me to himself as he continued down the sidewalk. I didn't care. His arms enfolded me, and for the first time all evening, the ache in my chest receded, replaced by a wrap of warmth.This was a mistake, but I didn't care.
Vincenzo's POVThe moment he sat on my lap and then kissed me, I could already feel my dick twitch. I hope he doesn't regret it, but even if he did, it's too late.There was no going back.Ten minutes later, we were in my private hotel room. I unlocked the door with my card and then carried him in. As I used a leg to lock the door behind me, I pressed him against it, and, not giving him time to breathe, I smashed my lips on his.I entered his mouth by sucking on his lips and biting his tongue, which caused me to gasp.My tongue swept across his mouth as if I were inspecting my territory, and he tasted like whisky. Then I took hold of his tongue and sucked and played with it, making him groan, turning me on.Slowly I left his mouth and kissed his neck; then, my hand impatiently opened his shirt to reveal his chest. I looked at him with a smirk, then bit his nipple, making him yelp in pain.I stepped back up to give him another kiss, but this time with more force. I smirkd as I felt his
Hayden's POV~I woke in a strange surroundings, my head throbbing and my throat parched. Above me, the ceiling was high and ornate with accents of gold, catching the sun through the windows. Last night's events rolled back into place.Jason. Marcus. Betrayal.The bar.And then him.A heat wave blasted through me as fragmented images of the night flooded my mind. My face burned with shame. I could see myself climbing onto his lap, pressing my lips against his. I could feel his hands gripping my waist, hear the low groan he'd made when I—I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "What the hell did I do?”My body ached in places it never had ached before. A dull throbbing between my legs made it painful to sit up with. I shifted just a little and felt another flash of sharper pain. "Ow! Damn it!" I hissed and let myself drop onto the bed.That was when I saw the note.The note was folded in half on the bedside table. I hesitated for a moment before picking it up, my heart pounding in my
~Vincenzo's POV~The doors opened, and the slam shook through the room, cutting off the hum of voices. I walked in, flanked by my men, guns glinting under the golden light of the chandelier. In a beat, the heavy air changed.Seven pairs of eyes turned my way. Surprise, confusion, and dread painted their faces, but none interested me. My gaze landed on him.Hayden.He stood off to the side, head bowed, clutching the pen as if it weighed a hundred pounds. Our eyes met the moment he lifted his head, and recognition dawned in his wide, tear-streaked eyes.He froze, lips parted in a silent gasp. He saw the guns then, and I saw his slight tremble that ran over his frame."Come here," I barked, a voice slicing the silence like a blade.Hayden blinked fast, chest rising, his head bowed in front of me, gazing up and shaking his head so little. Fists clamping down tight onto his hips."No," the man stammered but proudly.I grinned crookedly. Stubborn even now. My boys tensed, but I waved a han
Hayden's POV It had been over an hour since the chaotic, surreal scene at my wedding. The image kept replaying in my head like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. Guests gasping in shock, my father’s cold, stoic face as he practically handed me over like a pawn in some twisted deal. The black SUV hummed steadily beneath me as it sped away from the disaster I left behind. Two of Vincenzo’s bodyguards sat in the front, their presence silent but intimidating. Their dark suits and earpieces made them look more like secret agents than criminals. Beside me, Vincenzo sat with the calm, composed authority of a man who always got what he wanted. The subtle scent of his expensive cologne mingled with the smell of leather seats, and it made my stomach churn. I forced myself to stare out of the tinted window, watching the blur of city lights fade into distant hills. My thoughts were chaotic. How could my father do this to me? Did he even care about what would happen to me? I didn’t know whe
Hayden’s POVIt was already 7:00 a.m.“What a night,” I thought to myself as I lay stretched out across the plush mattress.The early sunlight filtered through gauzy curtains, casting long shadows over the rumpled sheets. Even as I tried to savor the warm embrace of sleep, memories of the previous night ran through my mind. Each one so…intense.Every detail flashed before my eyes like a movie. The way Vincenzo’s gaze burned into me, the rough caress of his hand, the heady mixture of desire and danger.I closed my eyes at the memory, a smile curling on my lips.The sensation of his touch, so commanding and yet so tender, had left me both trembling and yearning for more. There was something raw and undeniably intoxicating about Vincenzo—his presence a dangerous magnet pulling me into a world where I could lose myself. Where I wanted to.After a long, reflective moment, I reluctantly pushed aside the soft covers.The memory of last night still clung to me like a delicate perfume I wasn’t
~Hayden’s POV~My mind was a whirlwind as I descended the sweeping staircase, my thoughts tumbling over one another. Every step toward Vincenzo seemed to echo with the uncertainty of my own desires and fears.I couldn’t help but wonder aloud, “Who came to get me? Was it my father?”The question, though softly spoken, carried the weight of a life I might have once known—a life free from the complications of desire and danger.Vincenzo’s response was curt, laced with possessiveness as if the answer was meant to dispel any lingering hope of escape. “It was no one. No one is coming to get you. You are mine and mine alone.”His words sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of terror and thrill that made my heart pound uncontrollably.In that moment, I realized that I should have felt trapped, suffocated by the gravity of his claim. Instead, I found myself inexplicably drawn deeper into his world—a world where I surrendered not only my body but also the fragmented pieces of my soul. It was a dan
~Hayden’s POV~I had spent the evening before Vincenzo returned wrestling with my own demons, lying on the couch and staring blankly at the ceiling. The hours of loneliness had been restless, haunted by thoughts I couldn’t quite shake. Rest had been a distant memory, and the thought of facing another day in this intricate web of power and submission had filled me with both dread and a curious sense of anticipation.In the quiet gloom of the late night, I had finally mustered the strength to rise from my place at the couch which had been a fort throughout the day, though every fiber of my being resisted the idea of facing the world.Going upstairs for a brief shower before dinner, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was a punishment for my mistakes or simply another test of my resolve.Just as I entered my room, I heard footsteps approaching with a deliberate cadence. Then a knock came at the door and I paused, my heart quickening its pace, before hastily making my way to open it. Stan
~Vincenzo's POV~The meeting room smelled of aged wood, cigars, and tension. The faint hum of conversation died the moment I stepped inside, my shoes thudding against the marble floor. The men seated around the long table were some of the most powerful in the underworld—old friends, enemies forced into peace, and blood relatives bound by duty.At the far end of the room, Maria sat with her arms crossed, her tailored black suit crisp and imposing. She always had a way of commanding attention without saying a word. Her sharp eyes locked on mine as I took my seat at the head of the table, right where our father used to sit before I inherited this burden."You're late," Maria said flatly, tapping manicured fingers on the polished wood."I had business to handle," I replied curtly, thinking briefly of Hayden locked up in Block B. His defiance lingered in my mind, gnawing at me in ways I didn't want to admit.The room was silent for a beat until Don Alberto cleared his throat. He was a barr
*Eight years ago, Italy *The night was thick with smoke and the pungent scent of expensive liquor, the streets alive with neon lights and the heavy bass of rap music vibrating through the air. I stood outside Luciano's Lounge, a notorious club that served as more than just a place for nightlife—it was the beating heart of the Luciano mafia’s operations. This was where I needed to be. I adjusted my coat, straightened my shoulders, and let my heels click sharply against the pavement as I approached the entrance. Two guards stood on either side of the club doors, their postures stiff, hands resting against their holsters. Their sharp eyes took me in—long dark hair, tailored dress, unshaken confidence—and yet, I could already see the sneers forming on their lips. “Would you look at that,” one of them muttered, his voice laced with mockery. “She wants to speak to the boss.” His partner chuckled, folding his arms. I didn’t falter. Instead, I leveled them both with a sharp stare.
~Margot Christopher's POV~*Eight Years Ago – Hotel Room*He didn’t. He didn’t just leave me here. That bastard—how dare he? I wouldn’t accept this. Not from anyone. My breath came in sharp, ragged inhales as I sat on the cold hotel room floor, my body still trembling from what had just transpired. My hands clenched into fists against my thighs, my nails digging into my skin as anger and humiliation churned inside me. My legs ached, my lips were swollen, and my body bore the marks of his roughness. The pain was there, undeniable, but I pushed it aside. It wasn’t important. None of it mattered—not the bruises, not the soreness, not the fact that my body still throbbed in places I didn’t want to acknowledge. What mattered was that he had walked away from me.I had been lying there for nearly an hour, lost in my own thoughts, trying to make sense of it all. I thought he would stay. I thought he would want to stay. But instead, he had brushed me off like I was nothing. I sucked
~Vincenzo’s POV~My siblings and I left the club that night, the weight of alcohol and laughter still lingering in the air as we stepped out onto the dimly lit streets. The cool night breeze hit my face, sobering me slightly, but my thoughts were already drifting elsewhere. I didn’t spare another thought for Margot. To me, she was just another fleeting presence, another name that would eventually fade into the background like so many before her. At least, that’s what I thought. But I had underestimated her persistence. Somehow, she managed to get a hold of me. I don’t know if it was through connections or sheer determination, but she kept finding ways to appear in my orbit. At first, it was subtle—casual encounters at restaurants, bars, and events that felt too coincidental to be chance. Then, she became more direct. She approached me, started conversations, and made it painfully clear that she wasn’t just going to disappear like the others. I ignored her at first. I had no pa
~Vincenzo POV~I walked off, heading back to the car where Hayden was seated, waiting for me. For some reason, I didn’t want him to meet Sofia. I couldn’t even explain why—it wasn’t about trust, not entirely, at least. Maybe it was just a gut feeling, an instinct I couldn’t shake. I opened the driver’s seat and slid in, letting out a slow exhale. "How’d it go?" Hayden’s voice snapped me back to reality. I glanced at him briefly before gripping the steering wheel. "She was my girlfriend," I said, deciding to tell him the truth. There was a beat of silence before he spoke again. "What?" His tone carried unmistakable surprise. "It was eight years ago," I began, shifting my gaze forward as memories started to surface—memories I hadn’t revisited in years. ---**Eight Years Ago** "Cheers!" Our voices echoed through the dimly lit bar, the clinking of glasses ringing through the space as we celebrated. The round table was packed with bottles, some half-empty, others untouched, bu
~Sofia Esposito's POV~It had been a few days since the attack, but the weight of it still pressed down on my chest like a boulder. My father had been killed, along with nearly everyone that day. The blood, the gunfire, the chaos—it all replayed in my mind like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. But there was no time to grieve, no moment to catch my breath. My family’s name, our legacy, now rested on my shoulders, and I couldn’t afford to let it crumble. I had managed to make it out alive, a stroke of luck I didn’t take for granted. But surviving wasn’t enough. I had to lead. I had to keep the Esposito name from being wiped off the map, and that meant taking control—no matter how unsteady I felt inside. These last few days had been nothing short of exhausting. Running the family’s operations had never been my role before, but now, it was my responsibility. Every decision I made could be the difference between survival and annihilation. I had no choice but to adapt quickly. The
~Vincenzo’s pov~The moment my lips crashed against his, Hayden let out a sharp breath, his body trembling against mine. He was angry, frustrated—his little tantrum back at the safehouse had been cute, but this was where I reminded him who was in control. My fingers curled around his throat, not too tight, just enough to feel his pulse race beneath my palm. "You think you can talk to me like that?" I murmured against his lips, my voice low and taunting. "Like you’re the one in charge?" His breath hitched as I pushed him back against the nearest wall, my knee parting his legs. I could see the way his body betrayed him, how he shivered at my touch, how his lips were already swollen from my kiss. Hayden could fight all he wanted, but he always surrendered in the end. "Say it," I ordered, dragging my thumb over his bottom lip. "Tell me who you belong to." His chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, his pupils blown wide with desire. "You." I smirked. "Good boy." I spun him arou
~Vincenzo’s POV~ "We need to go now," I said hastily, my words cutting through the tension in the room. The energy in the space had shifted, and I could feel it—things were about to get a lot more complicated than I had planned. "But we’ve not gotten what we came here for," Hayden replied, his voice steady but insistent. Typical Hayden—always stubborn, always questioning. It’s part of what kept me on my toes, but in moments like this, it also grated on my nerves. "Come on now, De Luca, we haven’t finished." Jared’s voice slithered through the air like a snake, smooth but dangerous. "You seek to know who this woman is, and if she was with that cunt on the night he died, that means she must know something about our operations. I'm going to need you to tell me where to find her." As he spoke, I could feel his men moving subtly around the room, inching closer. Their movements were calculated, ready to pounce if the situation called for it. The weight of their gazes locked on me, an
~Vincenzo’s POV~The club was alive with the deep thump of bass, the flashing of neon lights casting eerie colors across the sea of moving bodies. It reeked of alcohol, sweat, and desperation—the perfect cover for men like the Cobras. This was no ordinary nightclub. It was a front, a place where illicit deals were made in the shadows while unsuspecting partygoers drowned themselves in booze and music. I moved through the entrance with Hayden at my side. The moment we stepped in, I grabbed his wrist firmly, pulling him close. My fingers pressed into his skin, a silent warning. "Stay close," I murmured, my voice low but sharp. "Don’t wander off." I caught the briefest flicker of something in his eyes—defiance, maybe—but he didn’t protest. Instead, he swallowed and nodded, keeping in stride with me. My eyes flickered downward for a split second, catching the way his lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something. I looked away before I got distracted. We wove through the c
~Hayden’s POV~We’d been driving for what felt like hours, the road stretching endlessly ahead of us. Every turn, every flicker of headlights behind us, made my heart race a little faster. We were far away from the mansion now, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were still being watched. Vincenzo’s jaw was set, his grip firm on the steering wheel, eyes never leaving the road. He was the picture of focus, his mind clearly somewhere else, piecing together what had happened. It wasn’t just a hit on the mansion anymore. This was bigger. Julio had made his move, and now Vincenzo was the target—not just for being the head of the De Luca family, but now for something far more dangerous. Murder. I stole a glance at him. He didn’t even seem to care that he was a prime suspect. "Where are we going to go now?" I asked, breaking the heavy silence that had settled between us. My voice came out steady, though inside, my mind was in a constant state of chaos. I wasn’t used to being on th