Chapter SixteenRainPain. That was the first thing I felt before I was even fully awake. A deep relentless pounding in my skull, like a hammer striking against the insides of my head.I groaned, squeezing my heavy eyes shut as I tried to push away the heavy fog clouding my mind. My body felt sore, my limbs felt heavy and weak, like I had been hit by a fast moving truck.What the hell happened?I shifted slightly, and that was when I felt the soft mattress beneath me, cool duvet around my body. My bed. Or, more accurately, the bed I now shared with him.My breathing hitched as what happened came rushing back. The gunshot. The terrifying revelation of who he was. Enzo Salvatore De Luca—the capo di tutti capi. The man I had been forced to marry wasn’t just a controlling, arrogant bastard. He was dangerous.He wasn’t just involved with the mafia; he was the boss of them all. What the hell had I gotten myself into? Why the hell had I been thrown into this dungeon of dangerous acts?My eye
Chapter Seventeen RainNo. Never.I would never be a part of this. I would never be involved in their illegal activities. And I would never—never—be the lady of his mafia empire.The only way out was to leave. That thought pounded in my head like a drum, over and over again. I had to get out of here. The next time I stepped outside this house, I wouldn’t just go to my favorite restaurant—I would run. I would leave the state, disappear to a place where he would never find me.But how?After today, I knew Enzo wouldn’t let me out of his presence again. Even if he wasn’t around, his guards would make sure I never left these walls. My freedom had already been taken from me the moment I was married off to this man, and with each passing second, the reality of it sank deeper into my bones.What was I supposed to do? How was I supposed to escape?The uncertainty was damn suffocating.I had to get out of here. I couldn’t imagine spending another day in this hell, let alone months—waiting un
Chapter Eighteen RainEnzo was still sitting there, completely unaware of what was happening behind me.But I wasn’t alone anymore.Footsteps echoed in the narrow space, slow and steady. Not just one pair. Not two. More.A chill crawled up my spine. Enzo had agreed to leave his security at home and I had been with him the entire time. There was no way he could have secretly ordered them to follow us.So who the hell were these people?“This is the perfect way to get back at that blind bastard,” a voice sneered from behind me.The blood drained from my face instantly.I turned slowly, my breath catching in my throat as I met the cold, predatory gazes of the men standing before me. I had never seen them before. They weren’t Enzo’s security. That much was obvious. These men weren’t here to protect me, or take me back home, they were here to destroy. Their eyes held no mercy, no hesitation. Just pure, unfiltered malice.I counted seven. Seven men. All watching me like a pack of wolves si
Chapter EighteenEnzoMaybe I was too hard on her. Maybe I shouldn’t have revealed my identity to her in that way. Maybe I scared her too much. Maybe I should have waited for her to wake up before putting the emblem of our cartel on her.These were the thoughts running through my mind before I agreed to let her go out for a walk—but only if I went with her. I wanted to at least make up for everything, to ease the fear I knew I had caused. She had every reason to react the way she did—hell, she even passed out. Giving her what she asked for in that moment felt right. Sometimes, a man had to be a gentleman.But that was a mistake.A fucking big mistake.I realized it the moment I felt the presence of others around us—watching, waiting, following. The walk had started fine. I even enjoyed it, until that familiar sensation crept up my spine. We were being watched.And the worst part? Rain did exactly what I had been trying to prevent.She ran.How could she? After everything I explained t
Chapter NineteenRainEnzo was here.I didn’t know if I should be happy or upset, scared or grateful. The plan was to run and go far away from him, where he’d never see me again, but here I was, my life solely depending on his help and I was sure as hell he would make sure I pay for this whole thing.“I dare you Blade, if you do as much as touch a single strand of hair on her head, hell, you’ll pay with your life, and I’ll be sure to take out every single one of your pathetic generation off this earth!” Enzo growled, his fist clenching by his sides.My heart continued to pound loud in my chest, this was what he said. He was clear about this, he told me the reason he didn’t want me out of here was because of his enemies, and I didn’t even listen to him. I should have. I should have listened to him.“Oh, who do we have here?” Blade snarled. “The blind bastard himself.”His grip on my wrist tightened, his nails digging into my skin as he yanked me even closer. My breath hitched, panic su
Chapter Twenty-oneRainThis is all my fault. I’m to blame for everything.I should have listened. I should have just stayed back and let things take their course. Hell, I shouldn’t have defied Enzo. Now, it wasn’t just me paying the price—he was. He was lying there, unconscious, losing pints of blood, all because I chose to disobey him.Damn me. Damn me for not listening and for putting him in danger.I knew I was chasing my own freedom, but I should have listened. I should have just stayed.My body trembled as I watched Enzo’s men lift him into the car. They ushered me in before speeding off, emergency lights flashing as we tore through the streets. My heart pounded when I realized we weren’t heading to a hospital—we were going home.“Why are we going home? We should go to a hospital! Enzo… Enzo is not doing well!” I protested, panic clawing at my throat.“Home is where we go during times like this,” one of them responded flatly, but that answer wasn’t enough.I kept fighting them o
Chapter Twenty-twoEnzoRain had defied me again. She disobeyed me.And I fucking hated being disobeyed.How many times would it take for her to understand that? How many times would she have to be reminded that my words weren’t open for discussion? They weren’t requests. They weren’t suggestions. They were commands. And when I gave a command, she had no choice but to obey.She needed to be taught, not just told. She needed to be punished, not just warned. She needed to be shown her place, not just reminded of it.Because of her, I got stabbed.And that bastard—Blade. If this had been a real fight, man to man, without Rain’s safety at stake, I would have shown him exactly what I’d been waiting years to do. I would have ripped his eyes from their sockets and left him as blind as I was. Then, I would have killed him the same way he killed my father.A blind man. That’s what he called me. That despicable, arrogant fool thought blindness made me weak. He had no idea. I may not see like he
Chapter Twenty-threeRain My scalp tingled where his fingers tangled deep into my hair, gripping harder as he guided my mouth in slow, punishing strokes. My lips ached from the pounding thrusts. My throat burned from the sensation. But the heat between my legs—God, that was unbearable. I was melting, trembling, completely under his control. I was shattering and being priced back up.And I hated how much I loved it. I hated how much I wanted more of what he was doing to me.He was teaching me—no, breaking me—one command at a time. I could feel it in the way his hold on me tightened, in the way his body reacted to mine. I was doing better. But it still wasn’t enough for him. He wanted more, he wanted every inch of me submitting to him in ways I couldn’t even imagine. Enzo wanted every part of me.Suddenly, his hand slid down, cupping my chin, and pulled me off him with a wet pop that left my lips swollen and my chest heaving.I blinked up at him, my breath shaky, my mind reeling with e
Chapter FortyEnzoI couldn’t tell. No matter how hard I thought about it, I just couldn’t figure it out.I usually only needed to hear a person’s voice two or three times to be able to recognize it anywhere. And if I was finding it this difficult to remember this guy—if I couldn’t place whether we had ever met before he started working in my company—then that could only mean one thing: we’d only met once, maybe twice, and very briefly. But then why? Why would he carry this much pent-up hatred and resentment toward me?I wasn’t a saint. I wasn’t the best man out there, obviously. But that guy? He wasn’t even someone I would have clashed with in the past. He was nothing.Or could he be something?Could he have been sent by one of my enemies? Was Andrew a spy? Sent to watch every move I made, maybe even set me up? Was that what he’d been doing all along?I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t understand what this guy was up to.I listened as his footsteps receded and finally faded away, like he wa
Chapter Thirty-nineEnzoI thought I’d be able to hold myself back a little longer. I thought I could resist the urge to lose my temper and put this guy in his place. But I had no other choice—I couldn’t just stand there and let him keep doing all of this without a response. What exactly does he think I am? Who does he take me for? And what the hell does he even want from me? Why won’t he just leave me and Rain alone?No matter how hard I tried to make sense of it, I couldn’t. I couldn’t understand what he was after—especially from me. I was certain it wasn’t just about Rain. It couldn’t be. There was something else behind his actions, some deeper motive. But I couldn’t figure it out yet.Then came the grunt. A loud, rough sound of pain that burst out from him as my fist collided with his face. And strangely, it gave me a sense of relief I couldn’t quite explain. I liked it. I liked that now he’d understand something very clearly—that I might be blind, but that didn’t mean I didn’t kn
Chapter Thirty-eightEnzoAll I did was smile at the sound of that. I knew what had happened here—I didn’t need to be told. I knew exactly who could be responsible for this. I didn’t need an investigation. It was the marketing guy. It was Andrew.I could already tell from the way his breath hitched when the driver announced it. Everything he had done today made it crystal clear—it was him.He’d sat with us until we were done eating, as if trying hard to keep us in his sight, just so we wouldn’t step outside and discover what he had planned. He kept us distracted long enough so we wouldn’t find the damage early and fix it. He delayed us on purpose. And now, I knew exactly what he was going to do next.“What will you do now?” I heard him say, his voice dripping with sympathy. Fake. Completely fake. I could practically see the deceiving look he was wearing, the kind that might fool someone like Rain—his tone, his expression, all a façade.This guy was behind it. He did this. And there wa
Chapter Thirty-sevenRainI couldn’t understand him. Not that I didn’t know the meaning of what he was saying—not that I couldn’t comprehend it—but I just couldn’t tell where it was all coming from. What could Enzo have done to make Andrew so bitter, so furious?“Can’t you see it, Rain?” he shook my arms as though trying to shake some sense into me. “Can’t you see what kind of man he is? How he tries so fucking hard to control everyone around him that he doesn’t even care if they get hurt. You should’ve seen that, Rain,” Andrew pressed, like he was scolding a child too blind to notice the danger around her.I stared into his vengeful eyes, my heart pounding with conflicting emotions. I just couldn’t understand the depth of his anger—what had Enzo done to make him carry so much hate? It wasn’t just spur-of-the-moment rage. I could see it on his face—the deep-seated resentment, the years of quiet loathing waiting for the perfect moment to erupt.Sure, Enzo could be a dick sometimes. He
Chapter Thirty-sixRainWe both stayed there for a moment, breathing in the same rhythm—ragged, hot, and heavy, her body vibrating with the force of our release. Then slowly, Enzo pulled out of me, his touch lingering as if he hated the distance it created. I felt him shift behind me, and then his hands came down to my waist, turning me gently until I was facing him, back against the stall door.There was something different in his eyes. They were still wild, still possessive, but softer now. More… tender. He cupped my face with both hands, the rough pads of his thumbs brushing along my cheeks before he leaned in and kissed me.It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t demanding.It was a slow and soft kiss. Deep in its own way, like a quiet claim after a storm.Then his lips moved—first brushing against my cheeks, then trailing down to the side of my neck, placing one last kiss there that sent a shiver trickling down my spine, a short gasp escaping my lips.“Go out,” he whispered, his voice low an
Chapter Thirty-fiveRainMy body vibrated with the force of my orgasm, every nerve ending tingling and alive. I looked down as he licked through my folds, taking in every single drop of my release with slow strokes of his tongue.My legs trembled, nearly giving out beneath me, as strong waves of pleasure continued to pulse through my body.Enzo finally pulled back, rising to his full height, one hand gripping my waist—firm, grounding—like it was the only thing keeping my shaking legs from collapsing.My breasts were tight and aching, my nipples hardened against my chest as my eyes fell to him stroking his thick cock, the tip still glistening with his cum. I felt him lean in behind me, his hot breath grazing and raising the hair at the curve of my neck. A shiver rolled down my spine before he even said a word.“You know what I’m going to do to you?” His voice was like gravel and silk all at once, low and slow, like he wanted the words itself to burn into my skin. “I’m going to take m
Chapter Thirty-fourEnzoI had been holding it back. I had been trying to control the constant pulse in my cock whenever her soft voice reached me, or the way her hand held mine like she truly wanted to guide my every step. And that silent moan she made at my words—hell, that was the breaking point.I couldn’t hold back any longer.I wanted her.Not as punishment for everything that happened today, not out of anger or frustration—no. This time, it was out of longing, of pure need. Out of the deep, aching admiration I had for how her body responded to mine.I wanted to fuck her—hard, fast—until her legs shook and she was begging. Begging me not to stop, and begging me not to continue. I wanted to fuck her so good she’d lose track of what she wanted—if she needed release or relief. I wanted to give her a new kind of pleasure, something so intense it would make her realize no other man, not even that marketing guy, could touch what I gave her. He couldn’t even lace my shoes.We were in a
Chapter Thirty-fourRain I had asked myself multiple times. I had searched through my mind for answers, but there were none. Why? Why wouldn’t he speak? Why wouldn’t he react the way I expected? What could be going on in his head? Why was he so cold, calm, and quiet? But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t find the answers.I had come to know Enzo as a man who hated being disobeyed, a man who wanted things done exactly the way he envisioned them. A man who needed my steps to align with the ones he calculated in his head. If he could measure the very breath I took, he would. Enzo was the kind of man who didn’t like repeating himself. He hated hesitation. He despised protest. And when those boundaries were crossed, he’d flare up. He’d spark. Enzo would speak, scold, punish—do whatever it took to make sure his rules and expectations were understood and respected.But this man—this Enzo—was acting nothing like the one I had known.He wasn’t speaking. He wasn’t laying down rules like h
Chapter Thirty-threeEnzoThat marketing guy was no fit for me.He was a weakling—an ant chasing after a wealthy man’s sweetness. He wanted what I had. He wanted my wife. But a man like him, a total weakling, was no competition for me.He was a nobody, and the only thing giving him any name was the fact that he worked in my company. I couldn’t be threatened by someone like him.Not now. Not ever.What did Rain say? Jealous?She said I was jealous. She had absolutely no idea who she was speaking to.I don’t feel jealousy. I don’t need to.That man doesn’t threaten me. Not even a bit. He couldn’t hold a candle to me even on his best day. He wasn’t capable of taking what belonged to me. Not even close.Rain was mine.Mine.And yet…She had blushed. She did so when that marketing guy told her he missed her.I could hear it in her voice, even if I couldn’t see it. The subtle quiver. The softness. The hesitation. I knew what that meant. I’d years of my life reading people with my ears, feel