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 chest as I unfolded it. “Last night was amazing. Wait for me patiently.” I dropped, eyes going wide. "What the—" I crumpled the note in my hand, my face heating with embarrassment. "Wait obediently?" I muttered, scoffing. "Like hell, I will." I crumpled the note into the waste basket beside the bed and forced myself to stand despite the pain. I could not help but be blinded by all the luxuries in the room. From gold decorations on the wall to marble beneath my feet, everything spoke of a very rich man's wallet, which only made me feel more out of place. I shot through the doorway into the bathroom and scrubbed every inch under the hot spray of the shower. His hands were on me, his voice in my ear, and I couldn't wash it away no matter how hard I tried. Finally, I came out of the shower and dressed hastefully back into the same rumpled clothes from the night before. Without even taking a second glance, I went out the door. The ride home in the taxi was silent, the only sound being the low thrumming of the engine. My tummy was doing somersaults as I looked out through the windowpane at the now-familiar streets of the Morenzo Estate. Little that the tall, iron gates and sprawling gardens did to ease my nervous tension as it approached my father's house ahead. When the car finally came to a stop, I hesitated. My hands were shaking as I reached for the handle, and my chest tightened. I really did not want to go inside, and I really did not want to see my father. But I had nowhere else to go. I paid the driver, stepped out onto the crunching gravel, and walked toward the gates. The guards nodded as they swung them open, but I hardly noticed. It was lead poured into my legs, trekking up that path, each step heavier than the last. No sooner had I stepped inside than a glass smashed against the wall beside me. "You worthless bastard! Where in hell have you been?" I froze, turning my eyes to where my father stood at the head of the stairs. His face was red with anger; his fists were balled at his sides. "Answer me!" he bellowed, and his voice and its echoes resounded through the grand hall. "I…" My throat went dry, and the words would not come. "You've been out whoring, haven't you?" he spat, lumbering down the stairs. "Running around like the man-slut you are, embarrassing this family!" "Father, I—" "Don't you dare speak," he growled, looming over me. "Do you know how much shame you've brought to this house? To me?" I flinched as he raised his hand, but he didn't hit me. This time. His finger stabbed into my chest; his voice lowered to a deadly whisper. "You're a lousy, sorry excuse for a man. Can't stand thinking about having you for a son.". Those words cut deeper than any slap ever could. My eyes blurred with tears, but I dared not let them drop. I just stood there shaking as he went on ranting. "You're useless," he sneered. "You can't even secure your place in this world. But I'll fix that.". He straightened his tie as if nothing had happened. "Since you're so bent on being useless, you can at least make yourself useful to this family. You're getting married." The words dropped into the room like a death sentence. "What?" I whispered, barely able to get the word out. "You heard me," he said, his voice cold. "The Luciano family has agreed to the deal. You'll be marrying their son today, finalizing the deal we've been working toward." “Today?” I stuttered out a repeat of the word, voice cracking at its end. My father's eyes narrowed. "Yes, today. And if you have any objections, keep them to yourself. You've done enough damage already." I wanted to scream, to shout, to say no. But the words wouldn't come. My father's glare was sharp enough to cut through steel, and my courage crumbled under its weight. "Now go upstairs and get dressed," he growled, his voice allowing no room for disobedience. "Your husband-to-be will be here soon." I froze, unable to move, until he yelled at me again: "Go!" I turned and walked up the stairs; now, tears ran freely on their hot little paths down my face. My chest felt hollow, as though someone had reached in and yanked out all my insides—everything that made me. Two hours passed, and I heard engines outside. I sat at the side of my bed, staring at nothing but the floor. My suit was pressed, and my hair greased back, but what rose to my lips as though heaved there was a dead puppet, all dressed up to be put on show for the sake of another. There was a knock at my door, and then a voice said, "Now it is time." At the back of my mind, the thought that this day was coming had haunted me. I knew I would get married, and knowing I couldn't do anything hurt me more.H as ght, as nthng bt a aklng.
I gulped, closed my throat, and thrust myself up into the air. My legs, I knew, would feel slack going downstairs, and the voices grew louder as I went along. At the bottom of the stairs, a room full of murmuring strangers filled the living room: seven clean-shaven men with my father, drinking wine and grinning from ear to ear. "There he is," my father bellowed loudly and irritatedly, stretching out to call over to me. "My son, Hayden." I could feel eyes on me as I came in, but I couldn't get the smile right. Any feeling, really—whatever it was, I just got slapped right out and covered up under my emotional blanket. "This is Roberto," my father said, immobile, like a man in his mid-thirties formed from his sitting posture as I stepped closer into his visual field. Roberto wasn't handsome, but he was by no means unattractive. His features were sharp and angular, his smile tight as he reached out a hand. When I hesitated, he took mine, squeezing hard as his other wrapped over my wrist. "You're even prettier than your father said," he said in a low, smooth voice. My stomach rolled over as he leaned in, and his hot breath hit my ear. "Don't worry," he whispered. "I'll take good care of you." I wanted to pull away, but my body wouldn't do that. My father's approving smile loomed in the corner of my vision, and I knew I couldn't fight this. "This is a great deal," my father said, slapping Roberto. "You both will be very happy together." The lawyer rose, pulled a paper out of his pocket, and thumped it on the table. "We can do it all here," he said. "Mr. Roberto has already signed. All we need now is Hayden's signature." I looked down at the paper, and my hand began to shake. I lifted my pen to sign, and at that moment, the walls seemed to close in around me, suffocating me under everyone's expectations. "Sign it," my father commanded sharply. I swallowed hard, staring down at the line where my name was to go. I wanted to scream, to tear the paper in two and run. But my father's voice boomed again, this time louder. "Sign it now!" My hand seemed to move by itself, pen poised over paper. I could hardly see; there were too many tears streaming down my face to be able to see. Then, suddenly, the rumble of cars outside became loud and insistent. It was silent in the room. Before anyone could move, the front door swung open with a crashing push. “Bang!”~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
~Vincenzo’s POV~The mansion loomed in silence as I stepped into my bedroom, the familiar scent of leather and cedar filling the expansive space. The place was still, save for the quiet hum of the old house that had borne witness to so much over the years—the deals, the betrayals, the victories, and the losses. My footsteps echoed through the grand foyer as I made my way to the staircase, but my mind was elsewhere. My thoughts were tangled in the aftermath of the meeting with Maria, the conversation we had had about the future, about the family, and about the responsibilities that weighed heavy on me. But tonight, I had other matters to settle.I had ordered for Hayden to be brought to my room. His defiance—his blatant disregard for my authority—had forced my hand. I wasn’t the kind of man who took insubordination lightly, and Hayden needed to learn that lesson in full.The weight of the day clung to me, and I wanted to shake it off before I dealt with him. I had spent hours in that m
~Hayden’s POV~"Now, take your clothes off." Those were the words that set my heart pounding in the silence. I hesitated and he had noticed instantly.Without warning he grabbed me by the hair and I hissed in pain as he forced me to my knees. I struggled but then stilled as the warning in his eyes gave way to fear in my heart.It’s okay Hayden, I told myself.Remember that you have to do this in order to live. It’s only temporary. Vincenzo’s gaze was cold and unamused as I began to immediately unbutton my shirt.I didn’t waste anytime getting out of the shirt. With every thought swirling in my head I did the same for my pants. The air was cool but not overly cold as I tried to stand up. He stopped me with a glare.“Stay on your knees pet,” he commanded. I swallowed again and nodded. My hair befell over my eyes as it had been disheveled from Vincenzo’s handling and I was glad. I kept my gaze to the floor as I heard his footsteps drawing near. His boots were all I could see before I
*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