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~Hayden’s POV~I woke to the soft glow of morning light filtering through the sheer curtains, casting golden streaks across the hotel suite. My body was sore in the best way, a lingering reminder of last night—of the power I had seized, the way Vincenzo had unraveled beneath my touch. A smirk tugged at my lips as I stretched, the sheets cool against my skin. But then, something felt…off. The suite was silent. Too silent. I turned my head toward the other side of the bed, expecting to see Vincenzo still asleep or at least stirring, but it was empty. The covers were barely disturbed, as if he hadn’t even spent the night there. A strange unease settled in my stomach as I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Where the hell was he? My first instinct was irritation. Typical Vincenzo—doing whatever the fuck he wanted without so much as a word. But then, annoyance gave way to something sharper. It wasn’t like him to just disappear, not without telling me where he was going. I s
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Chapter Forty-five~Vincenzo's POV~I had woken up earlier than usual, the soft glow of the morning light creeping through the blinds. Hayden was still asleep, lying there so peacefully, unaware of the world. He looked vulnerable in his sleep, his face softened, and for a moment, I allowed myself the luxury of admiring him.I took in the sight of him. His hair was slightly tousled, his body warm and relaxed against the sheets. The night had been intense—far more so than I’d expected—but there was something deeply satisfying about seeing him like this. I exhaled slowly, quietly, careful not to disturb him. The reality of the situation settled in. Last night, despite the passion, there were things I had to consider—things I couldn’t afford to ignore. I had my own plans, and Hayden, as much as he made things more complicated, still played a role in them. I slid out of bed, careful not to wake him, and dressed quickly. There was no point in lingering. I had business to attend to, and w
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~Vincenzo's POV~The ice in my glass clinked as I swirled the last of my whiskey, eyes trained on Max from across the bar. He had no idea I was watching, no idea that I had been watching him for a while now. The moment I spotted him sitting alone, his shoulders hunched and his fingers wrapped tightly around his own drink, I knew he was hiding something. A man doesn’t drink like that unless he’s carrying weight—secrets, guilt, fear. I had given him the opportunity to explain himself inside, to answer my questions without force, but Max was proving to be stubborn. When I started applying pressure, he had stiffened, muttered something about needing to leave, and now he was standing from his stool, tossing a few bills onto the counter before turning toward the exit. I let him go. I didn’t move, not immediately. A hunter doesn’t chase his prey the second it bolts—he waits, lets it think it has the advantage, then strikes when the timing is perfect. Lifting my glass, I took the last
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~Hayden’s POV~I couldn't breathe. Max was tied to the chair, shirtless, his chest rising and falling with shallow, panicked breaths. Sweat slicked his skin, his wrists red and raw from struggling against the restraints. The second he saw me, his eyes went wide, pleading. "Hayden," he croaked. My stomach twisted. I turned sharply to Vincenzo, my pulse hammering against my throat.Vincenzo stood there, completely composed, one hand wrapped around a crystal glass of scotch. He swirled the amber liquid lazily, watching me with that unreadable expression of his, like he hadn't just kidnapped someone and tied them up in his hotel suite. I was barely able to comprehend his words. I looked at Max again—disheveled, panting, scared out of his mind. He wasn’t some hardened criminal; he was just a guy. He was innocent. Just a guy I’d met and spent time with at Rue de la Paix. A guy who had just happened to cross paths with me again here in Italy. I didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t
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~Vincenzo’s POV~Max sat slumped in the chair, sweat trickling down his forehead. His wrists were bound tightly, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. He looked exhausted, yet his eyes still carried a glimmer of defiance. I stepped closer, my fingers tightening around the grip of my gun as I pulled it from my holster. Hayden stiffened at the sight of it, but I didn’t acknowledge him. My focus was on Max. “Let’s try this again,” I said smoothly, lifting the gun and pressing the cold barrel against his forehead. “Who do you work for?” Max inhaled sharply, but his gaze remained locked onto mine. “I told you already. I don’t work for anyone.” I let out a humorless chuckle. “And I told you I don’t believe in coincidences.” Hayden took a sharp step forward, placing himself slightly between us, his voice edged with urgency. “Vincenzo, put the gun down.” I didn’t look at him. “I’m going to count to three,” I said evenly, ignoring Hayden’s tension beside me. “If I don’t g
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~Vincenzo’s POV~The bartender was still watching me. Not in the way a man observes his customer, but in the way a man studies something he can't quite figure out. I swirled the remaining scotch in my glass, letting the amber liquid catch the dim light of the bar. "You keep looking at me like that. Got something on your mind?" The bartender smirked, wiping down a glass with slow, deliberate movements. "Just wondering what kind of business brings a man like you to a place like this." I gave him a lazy smile. "What kind of man am I?" He set the glass down and leaned against the counter. "The kind that walks into a room and makes people sit up straighter. The kind that drinks like he's got something on his mind but never lets it slip." I chuckled. "That obvious?" He shrugged. "I’ve seen enough men come through here to know when someone’s carrying weight on their shoulders." I took a slow sip, letting the burn settle before setting the glass down. "Maybe I just like good sco
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~Hayden’s POV~The suite felt suffocating. I had never noticed how heavy the silence could be, pressing against my chest like an unbearable weight. Every tick of the clock on the wall sent another jolt of anxiety through me, reminding me that time was slipping away, and I still hadn’t figured out what the hell I was supposed to do. Vincenzo was gone. But not for long. And Max? Max was still tied up in the other room, his labored breaths the only sound breaking the suffocating quiet. He hadn’t said anything in the past few minutes, but I knew he was waiting—waiting for me to come to my senses, waiting for me to do something. But what? I ran a hand through my hair, pacing the floor in tight, agitated circles. **Think, think, think.** There was no right choice. No perfect solution. Either way, I was about to betray someone. Vincenzo was convinced Max was working for the rival faction. And when Vincenzo had a theory, nothing short of undeniable proof would shake it. He was a
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Hayden’s pov“Laura sent me. She told me you can help,” I said into the phone receiver as I stood and walked away from the bar. The bartender seemed to know too much about Vincenzo and my business for me to trust him that easily.“Laura…” the woman on the other end trailed off. “Ah, the housekeeper from the US? She contacted me just last night. So you’re the one she said to help out, si?”“Yes. I need information. And fast. A man’s life is on the line here,” I spoke in a rush. “Find out everything you know about Max. He’s been spotted in Paris and he’s now in Italy.” I went on to describe his appearance.“Hmmm…” she sighed. I could hear the sound of shuffling on the other end. “I’m not sure I know of this Max. But I know who can give me the information. Give me three hours.”“I don’t have three hours.”“Well I do. And that’s all I can guarantee you. So either take it or leave it. Three hours,” she sounded a little annoyed at the end and I sighed heavily. Three hours felt like an eter
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~Hayden’s POV~I paced back and forth in my room, my fingers tapping against my palm in frustration. My thoughts were spiraling, tangled in a mess I couldn’t seem to unravel. Vincenzo was going to get married. Married. And me? What did that mean for me? Did I even matter? Or was I just some temporary plaything he’d discard now that a wife had been chosen for him? My chest tightened at the thought. The idea of being tossed aside like I was nothing made my stomach churn. I’d known all along that I was at his mercy, but this—this felt like a slap to the face. A reminder that no matter what happened between us, no matter how much control he had over me, in the grand scheme of things, I was nothing. Just a body. Just a toy for him to use until he got bored. I shook my head. No. I needed answers. I needed to hear it from his mouth. I needed him to look me in the eyes and tell me exactly where I stood. I stormed out of my room, my feet carrying me down the long, dimly lit hallways of t
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~Vincenzo’s POV~The weight of the night still hung over me, a dull irritation lingering in my chest. Hayden had been testing my patience earlier, pushing boundaries he wasn’t supposed to cross. His little act of defiance had stirred something in me—something dark, something restless. I needed a release. There was only one place to go when I wanted to forget, even for a few hours—the club. Not just any club, but one of the wildest in town. A place where alcohol flowed freely, where bodies moved in an intoxicating rhythm, and where I could lose myself in the chaos. As soon as I walked through the doors, the heavy bass of the music vibrated through my bones. Neon lights flickered, cutting through the dim haze of cigarette smoke and expensive perfume. The crowd was alive—dancing, drinking, indulging in the night’s pleasures. This was exactly what I needed. I made my way straight to the bar, ordering whiskey without bothering to look at the bartender. Within seconds, the glass was
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~Sofia Esposito's POV~ Pfft! I scoffed inwardly at the very thought of getting married to that arrogant man. Vincenzo De Luca—feared by many, ruthless, and unpredictable. He was exactly the kind of man I had spent my whole life avoiding. Yet here I was, being forced into an arranged marriage for the sake of power and alliances. The idea made my skin crawl. I wanted nothing more than to bolt out of this room and forget any of this had ever happened. I sat silently at the dining hall, my hands resting stiffly in my lap as the discussion dragged on. The others—my uncle Federico, Maria De Luca, and the other council members—spoke in hushed yet firm voices about the wedding preparations, discussing everything as if I wasn’t even here, as if I were just a pawn to be moved into place. "So now that we're all in agreement, this meeting is over. We can start making preparations tomorrow," Maria announced, her voice firm, leaving no room for argument. I barely held back an eye roll. Prep
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~Hayden’s POV~I made my way down to the dining hall, my heart pounding in my chest. The atmosphere in the mansion had changed the moment I stepped out of my room. The usual opulence felt suffocating, the weight of the silence pressing down on me like a storm cloud ready to burst. As I got closer to the hall, I could feel the tension rising. It wasn't just the air; it was palpable, the kind of pressure that only comes from a gathering of powerful people.I paused just outside the dining hall, hidden behind one of the grand pillars that lined the corridor. The voices of the council members—an amalgamation of different families—filled the space, but the words were muffled, indistinct from where I stood. It was a murmur of words, of hushed whispers, like the buzzing of bees before an attack. I strained my ears, trying to catch something, anything, that would make sense of this strange gathering.Then, the chatter abruptly stopped. The room quieted, and I felt all eyes focus on the figure
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~Hayden's POV~I sat on his bed, staring at the door as if willing it to open, but it never did. Vincenzo had locked me in, a decision that didn't surprise me at all. He never let me move freely, always keeping me under his control, like a puppet on a string. I could feel the walls closing in on me as I shifted uncomfortably on the soft, smooth bed. I sighed heavily and leaned back, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.The bed was almost too comfortable, and for a moment, I allowed myself to forget where I was, but then the reality of the situation hit me again. This was his bed, his room, and I was just a temporary fixture in his life. I knew I shouldn’t be here, should be looking for a way out, but the thought of leaving—of facing whatever was out there, with him so volatile—made me hesitate. A flicker of concern gnawed at me. There had been something different about him earlier, something I couldn’t quite place. A shift in his mood, like a storm brewing just beneath the surfac
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~Vincenzo’s POV~"Is Hayden here?" I asked, my voice steady, though anticipation curled in my gut like a predator waiting to pounce. "Yes, boss," one of my men replied. "We brought him here just as you asked." I grinned, slow and deliberate, as satisfaction rolled through me. Good. My fingers flexed at my sides as I took a moment to picture him—waiting, likely restless, probably trying to piece together why I had him brought here instead of letting him stay at the hotel. I turned to Alphonso. "Where is he?" "In your room." Perfect. Without another word, I strode through the hallway, the weight of the night shifting into something else entirely—something darker, more enticing. The mansion was silent, save for the faint hum of conversation from the men stationed downstairs. I climbed the stairs with purpose, my mind already envisioning how this would go. Hayden had been testing me, knowingly or not, pushing against the boundaries I’d set. But now, in my space, under my c
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~Vincenzo’s POV~Find a wife.The words echoed in my mind like a sick fucking joke. I scoffed at the thought, my jaw clenching as I leaned back in my chair. A wife. A perfect, obedient, well-bred mafia princess to bear my heirs and strengthen our alliances. It was a leash. A fucking chain meant to control me. But I knew I had no choice. Not anymore. I kept my expression impassive as I glanced around the room. Salvador sat with his usual calm demeanor, his hands folded on the table like he wasn’t orchestrating a complete takeover of my authority. Maria, on the other hand, looked amused—like she was waiting for me to explode. And then there was Nadia, sitting across from me, the woman they’d chosen to put in my place. Fucking ridiculous. "We suggest you pick one from one of the families in the alliance, Vincenzo," Don Salvador said, his voice steady. "It will strengthen our forces and ensure no one dares to cross us." I inhaled deeply through my nose, forcing myself to stay
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~Vincenzo’s POV~The thrill still lingered in my veins, the pleasure of fucking Hayden into submission, of watching him beg and squirm beneath me. It was intoxicating. He looked so fucking good when he was desperate—when he realized there was nowhere to run, no one to save him. The fear in his eyes, the way his body surrendered despite his protests… Fuck, it was a sight I would never tire of. But there was always something to ruin my moments of satisfaction. "Boss." I turned at the familiar voice. Alphonse stood in the doorway, his stance firm, his expression unreadable as always. He was one of my most loyal men—disciplined, sharp, and not one for unnecessary chatter. If he was here, it meant something serious had come up. "What?" I grumbled, adjusting my cuff as I leaned back against the chair. "I have a message for you from your sister," he said smoothly. "She’s requested a meeting at a discreet location. She wants you there immediately." Maria. Of course. That woman n
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~Vincenzo's POV~I locked the door behind me with a sharp click, sealing us inside. The air in the room was thick with tension, and the only sound was Hayden’s unsteady breathing. He stood stiffly, his face bruised and swollen, a testament to the consequences of his actions. Yet, even through the damage, his beauty remained—a twisted contradiction to the betrayal that burned in my chest. I took a step forward, watching him flinch as my presence loomed over him. His reaction sent a rush of satisfaction through me. He should be scared. "You betrayed me." My voice was calm, but the weight of my words sent a shiver through him. Hayden swallowed hard. "Master, I—" "You freed Max," I continued, stepping closer until our faces were mere inches apart. "And you ran away with him. You’re no different from the rest of the cowards who have betrayed me. So tell me, Hayden, why the hell would I treat you any different?" His lips trembled, his hands twitching slightly at his sides. "I didn
