Vittoria's POV How is that possible? I wondered, turning his hand to examine. His skin was smooth, as if the wound had never existed. My mind raced as I remembered it, his hand was dripping blood and he had wrapped it with a cloth. So where was it now?Was the cut not that deep? Ricardo pulled his hands from mine, “what's the problem?” I opened my mouth, the question clear in my mind, How don't you have a scar?but something clamped it down, I don't know if it was fear or just the underlying belief that he wouldn't tell me the truth. “Nothing,” I replied, sounding casual. “I was just admiring your hands, you have very fine hands.” His gaze lingered on me for a moment before Marco's voice cut through. “Boss.” Marco approached us, his usual swagger absent, a bandage covered one side of his face, the left side. His jaw was tight but he still had a half smile. “Doc said I will live. I might even look tougher with a scar.” I knew he was trying to make something good ou
Vittoria's POV Our lips met in a mix of warmth and urgency, a shiver running through me. His hands rubbed against my sides, his fingers under my blouse as he pulled me closer, deepening the kiss. I sighed softly against his mouth, my pulse drumming loudly in my ears. He tasted like mint and I leaned closer into him, my fingers tightening around his shoulders. The scent of his to mouth as he angled his head, claiming my mouth more firmly. I rose on my toes, pressing myself against his chest. His tongue brushed against my lower lip, and a tremor raced down my spine. I parted my lips, allowing him in and a soft moan escaped from me. He moved his hands to my hair, tangling his fingers gently but possessively. The other hand moved down, cupping my hip, pulling me in until not even a sliver of space remained between us. My skin burned wherever he touched, every nerve buzzing to life from the thrill of being near him. Each brush of his lips, every movement of his body made it all
Vittoria's POV “Be my girlfriend, Vittoria.”It took a moment for the words to register in my head and when it did, I froze, my heart pounding in my chest with different emotions struggling for dominance.Girlfriend? The idea of it bounced in my head. The rational part of me said a big no, he was Ricardo Lombardi, he had a hand in my father's death.But the rational side of me wouldn't have been naked in bed with him.I opened my mouth, wanting to speak but I didn't know what to say. “Ricardo….I,” I finally managed to say, panic evident in my voice.He pressed a gentle finger to my lips, “it's alright, you don't have to give me an answer now.”he said, his voice steady and calm.“Just think about it,” he continued and I nodded.He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, the gesture causing my cheeks to heat up.Then a sharp knock sounded at the door, followed by three quick knocks.We both froze, staring at each other. “Boss?” Mr Palazzo’s voice called from outside. “We need you.”Ri
Vittoria's POVMy stomach twisted as I went through all the excuses I rehearsed in my head, but they all felt like lies under her sharp gaze.“Mama, I…,” I began, my voice trembling despite all my efforts to keep calm. “There was an emergency….”“An emergency,”she repeated, her tone angry and disbelieving. “What kind of emergency will stop you from coming home for two days? Vittoria, you said it was a work dinner. What kind of dinner leads to an emergency?”“Mama…..,” I started, contemplating what to say to pacify her.“I don't think you're being safe vittoria,” she said, her hands on her waist. “I want you to leave that organization, and I'm not taking no for an answer.”The shrill tone of Mama's phone jolted her and she turned quickly and rushed into the house.I sank into the couch, watching Mama place the phone on her ear.My heart hammered in my chest and I twisted my fingers nervously on my lap. Who could be calling her now? I wondered, dread settling in my stomach.She nodded a
Ricardo’s POVI watched Vittoria walk away, her footsteps fading into the corridor.My gaze lingered on the door for a moment, a mix of conflicting emotions filling my chest.I let out a breath, focusing on the task at hand.Valerio cleared his throat, drawing my attention. He was standing by the window, his arms folded across his chest as he watched me, his lips curled into a smirk.“Boss, let's continue from where we stopped.”“Ah yes,” I replied. “So what were we saying?”I said as he joined me by the desk.He slid a folder across the table to me and I grabbed it and opened, inside were reports of possible sites, a building permit and then the paper containing the demand of the local Mafia. The Nucci family.My jaw tightened as I looked through the figures. They were asking for an outrageous cut, and there was no way I was going to give it to them.“They're testing us,” I said, pushing the folder away. “They want to see how far they can push before we give up.”But that wasn't going
Ricardo’s POVPanic rose in my chest. My parents had warned us of this possibility. That one day, the other families would realize that we were not indestructible.But we didn't think there would be this many, from the looks of it, it wasn't just one family. They had united against us.The main question that rang in my mind as I watched some of our men run to face them was how they knew about silver.It was a family secret, passed from generation to generation. The only way they could have found out was if someone, someone with the same curse told them. I couldn't believe it would be a family member, it had to be someone else.We had always felt so secure, so invincible in our home.I heard shouts echo from below, I heard Papa’s voice barking orders.My pulse thundered in my ears as I banged on my sister’s door. “Clara, come out!!! We have been attacked.” She yanked the door open, her dark eyes wide. “What are you talking about?” she demanded, the book she had been reading forgotten
Ricardo’s POVI held unto my mother, preparing for the worst. Silver blades and angry faces. But instead the person standing before us was very familiar, he was breathing heavily as if he had run all the way here.But his footsteps sounded like he was walking.Nero.He was one of papa’s most trusted men, he was tall, broad shouldered with dark hair that fell in damp curls over his eyes.Relief washed over me, I really liked Nero, so did my whole family. Even though he wasn't a family member, my father trusted him a lot.We exhaled in unison, Anjelo rushing to meet him. “Nero,” he started. “What's happening outside?”He kept quiet for a moment, turning to look at my mother for a moment. “The fight is still going strong, I think we can win.”“How do you know about this place?” My uncle asked, suspicion evident in his tone. Uncle Luigi didn't really like Nero, but then again he didn't like anyone that wasn't family.“The boss showed it to me,” Nero replied, calmly. He was always calm. “
Ricardo’s POV “What are you saying, Rafaello?” My mother scolded, anger evident in her tone. “Who are you accusing of being a traitor here?” “What? No,” my uncle replied, raising his hands up. “I didn't mean one of you, I meant there's a mole in the Castellano Mafia. Someone told the attackers how to fight the family, they know everything about the curse.” I looked at Clara, her eyes widened as she paid attention to Uncle Rafaello, she was right in the end. We had been betrayed. “But how does that affect us, this safe house is a secret,” Nero chipped in, crossing his arms on his chest. “Yes, it was supposed to be something for only family,” Uncle Luigi retorted. “But seeing as you knew about it, God only knows how many non-family members know too.” Nero turned to look at uncle Luigi, his hand clenched beside him, “Are you accusing me?” “No, I'm not.” My uncle replied, moving close to him until they were standing face to face. “I'm just pointing out facts.” “Whoa, whoa,” Uncl
Ricardo’s POV “What are you saying, Rafaello?” My mother scolded, anger evident in her tone. “Who are you accusing of being a traitor here?” “What? No,” my uncle replied, raising his hands up. “I didn't mean one of you, I meant there's a mole in the Castellano Mafia. Someone told the attackers how to fight the family, they know everything about the curse.” I looked at Clara, her eyes widened as she paid attention to Uncle Rafaello, she was right in the end. We had been betrayed. “But how does that affect us, this safe house is a secret,” Nero chipped in, crossing his arms on his chest. “Yes, it was supposed to be something for only family,” Uncle Luigi retorted. “But seeing as you knew about it, God only knows how many non-family members know too.” Nero turned to look at uncle Luigi, his hand clenched beside him, “Are you accusing me?” “No, I'm not.” My uncle replied, moving close to him until they were standing face to face. “I'm just pointing out facts.” “Whoa, whoa,” Uncl
Ricardo’s POVI held unto my mother, preparing for the worst. Silver blades and angry faces. But instead the person standing before us was very familiar, he was breathing heavily as if he had run all the way here.But his footsteps sounded like he was walking.Nero.He was one of papa’s most trusted men, he was tall, broad shouldered with dark hair that fell in damp curls over his eyes.Relief washed over me, I really liked Nero, so did my whole family. Even though he wasn't a family member, my father trusted him a lot.We exhaled in unison, Anjelo rushing to meet him. “Nero,” he started. “What's happening outside?”He kept quiet for a moment, turning to look at my mother for a moment. “The fight is still going strong, I think we can win.”“How do you know about this place?” My uncle asked, suspicion evident in his tone. Uncle Luigi didn't really like Nero, but then again he didn't like anyone that wasn't family.“The boss showed it to me,” Nero replied, calmly. He was always calm. “
Ricardo’s POVPanic rose in my chest. My parents had warned us of this possibility. That one day, the other families would realize that we were not indestructible.But we didn't think there would be this many, from the looks of it, it wasn't just one family. They had united against us.The main question that rang in my mind as I watched some of our men run to face them was how they knew about silver.It was a family secret, passed from generation to generation. The only way they could have found out was if someone, someone with the same curse told them. I couldn't believe it would be a family member, it had to be someone else.We had always felt so secure, so invincible in our home.I heard shouts echo from below, I heard Papa’s voice barking orders.My pulse thundered in my ears as I banged on my sister’s door. “Clara, come out!!! We have been attacked.” She yanked the door open, her dark eyes wide. “What are you talking about?” she demanded, the book she had been reading forgotten
Ricardo’s POVI watched Vittoria walk away, her footsteps fading into the corridor.My gaze lingered on the door for a moment, a mix of conflicting emotions filling my chest.I let out a breath, focusing on the task at hand.Valerio cleared his throat, drawing my attention. He was standing by the window, his arms folded across his chest as he watched me, his lips curled into a smirk.“Boss, let's continue from where we stopped.”“Ah yes,” I replied. “So what were we saying?”I said as he joined me by the desk.He slid a folder across the table to me and I grabbed it and opened, inside were reports of possible sites, a building permit and then the paper containing the demand of the local Mafia. The Nucci family.My jaw tightened as I looked through the figures. They were asking for an outrageous cut, and there was no way I was going to give it to them.“They're testing us,” I said, pushing the folder away. “They want to see how far they can push before we give up.”But that wasn't going
Vittoria's POVMy stomach twisted as I went through all the excuses I rehearsed in my head, but they all felt like lies under her sharp gaze.“Mama, I…,” I began, my voice trembling despite all my efforts to keep calm. “There was an emergency….”“An emergency,”she repeated, her tone angry and disbelieving. “What kind of emergency will stop you from coming home for two days? Vittoria, you said it was a work dinner. What kind of dinner leads to an emergency?”“Mama…..,” I started, contemplating what to say to pacify her.“I don't think you're being safe vittoria,” she said, her hands on her waist. “I want you to leave that organization, and I'm not taking no for an answer.”The shrill tone of Mama's phone jolted her and she turned quickly and rushed into the house.I sank into the couch, watching Mama place the phone on her ear.My heart hammered in my chest and I twisted my fingers nervously on my lap. Who could be calling her now? I wondered, dread settling in my stomach.She nodded a
Vittoria's POV “Be my girlfriend, Vittoria.”It took a moment for the words to register in my head and when it did, I froze, my heart pounding in my chest with different emotions struggling for dominance.Girlfriend? The idea of it bounced in my head. The rational part of me said a big no, he was Ricardo Lombardi, he had a hand in my father's death.But the rational side of me wouldn't have been naked in bed with him.I opened my mouth, wanting to speak but I didn't know what to say. “Ricardo….I,” I finally managed to say, panic evident in my voice.He pressed a gentle finger to my lips, “it's alright, you don't have to give me an answer now.”he said, his voice steady and calm.“Just think about it,” he continued and I nodded.He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, the gesture causing my cheeks to heat up.Then a sharp knock sounded at the door, followed by three quick knocks.We both froze, staring at each other. “Boss?” Mr Palazzo’s voice called from outside. “We need you.”Ri
Vittoria's POV Our lips met in a mix of warmth and urgency, a shiver running through me. His hands rubbed against my sides, his fingers under my blouse as he pulled me closer, deepening the kiss. I sighed softly against his mouth, my pulse drumming loudly in my ears. He tasted like mint and I leaned closer into him, my fingers tightening around his shoulders. The scent of his to mouth as he angled his head, claiming my mouth more firmly. I rose on my toes, pressing myself against his chest. His tongue brushed against my lower lip, and a tremor raced down my spine. I parted my lips, allowing him in and a soft moan escaped from me. He moved his hands to my hair, tangling his fingers gently but possessively. The other hand moved down, cupping my hip, pulling me in until not even a sliver of space remained between us. My skin burned wherever he touched, every nerve buzzing to life from the thrill of being near him. Each brush of his lips, every movement of his body made it all
Vittoria's POV How is that possible? I wondered, turning his hand to examine. His skin was smooth, as if the wound had never existed. My mind raced as I remembered it, his hand was dripping blood and he had wrapped it with a cloth. So where was it now?Was the cut not that deep? Ricardo pulled his hands from mine, “what's the problem?” I opened my mouth, the question clear in my mind, How don't you have a scar?but something clamped it down, I don't know if it was fear or just the underlying belief that he wouldn't tell me the truth. “Nothing,” I replied, sounding casual. “I was just admiring your hands, you have very fine hands.” His gaze lingered on me for a moment before Marco's voice cut through. “Boss.” Marco approached us, his usual swagger absent, a bandage covered one side of his face, the left side. His jaw was tight but he still had a half smile. “Doc said I will live. I might even look tougher with a scar.” I knew he was trying to make something good ou
Vittoria's POV I nodded and walked out of the room with him, we descended down the stairs into the living room.It was already bright, the early morning light spilt into the room through the tall windows.My stomach fluttered with anxiety and excitement.When we entered the room, we saw some of the Lombardi men sitting around with injuries of different kinds. Marco was sitting on the floor, his legs spread apart, he was holding the side of his face like there was a wound there.“I'll get the doctor immediately,” Mr Palazzo announced and rushed back upstairs.Ricardo was sitting on the couch, his shoulders squared as he looked down at Marco, talking to him.The moment I saw him, my eyes scanned over him, looking for a sign of an injury, bruises, blood, anything.There was none.A wave of relief washed over me, it was so intense that tears burned at the corner of my eyes.Before I could think I rushed towards him, my heart hammering in my chest. He looked up and saw me, his gaze soften