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Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I found it hard to concentrate, especially after the way she left earlier this morning. My eyes shifted to the ring gracefully placed on my desk. It baffled me why this one held more value for her than our wedding ring. I hadn't seen her treating our symbol of marriage with the same degree of attention as she did with this particular one.Antonio strode into my office, a subtle nod acknowledging my presence. In his hands, he held a bundle of documents, meticulously bound together with leather straps.He carefully placed the documents on my desk, meeting my gaze with a respectful nod. "Boss, we've compiled the latest financial reports, specifics on the upcoming shipments this week, and an update on the territories you've had your eye on... Indianapolis."Indianapolis stood as a reminder of the territories my father and grandfather lost in the war against Luciano Costello. Reclaiming it held personal significance for me, part of a larger strategy to expand our influ
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I grabbed the next diary and began reading. It unfolded her life, delving into her inner thoughts, the ones she never shared with anyone.Each entry whispered the secrets she had kept guarded, offering a raw and unvarnished glimpse into the woman behind the facade I thought I knew. For everyone else, she seemed like this lively, wild, and slightly out-of-control twenty-something trapped in a teenager's spirit. But looking into this diary, she was a person carrying a lot of sadness. She appeared more grown-up and intelligent than she let on.I froze as I spotted my name inked in her diary. A hesitation gripped me; I was reluctant to dive into those words. The fear lingered—I didn't want to uncover how she might have played me, viewing me merely as an opportunity. The prospect of what those pages held felt like a weight on my chest, and I wasn't sure if I could handle it.But perhaps, just maybe, I could finally grasp the motive behind it all. If it was about savin
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"I need to go see him!" Alessia yelled for what felt like the hundredth time as Adriano drove us back home.I sat in the car disbelief, words trapped in my throat. A deathmatch? The Cosa Nostra might've placed bets on underground cage fights, but they never directly immersed themselves in it.I didn't know that Vincenzo was into cage fighting. He has never said a word about it. The gritty world of illegal cage fighting seemed a far cry from the polished veneer of Vincenzo. I struggled to reconcile the two, wondering if there was an even darker side of him I had yet to uncover.It suddenly dawned on me how gently he'd trained me for combat before our mission to confront Santino, realizing he'd held back, perhaps to shield me from some aspects of his life. Adriano stepped into the foyer and Alessia marched behind him while I numbly followed the two, "He specifically instructed me to make sure that you two were safe at home." "I don't care what he said, Adriano! if y
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅The cage was a hexagonal space enclosed by a sturdy steel cage, standing about 8 feet tall. Its steel bars were designed with sharp angles and the lighting only highlighted the cold, shiny floor. Around the cage, there were elevated seating arrangements for the audience, offering a clear view of the fight.The buzz in the arena was electric. The most anticipated fight of the night was about to happen, and the crowd, a wild sea of eager faces, erupted into a chant that reverberated like a heartbeat: "Blade! Blade! Blade!" The rhythmic mantra echoed off the walls, a collective fervor that only intensified my growing anxiety. I never asked him why they called him that... Why Scott or someone else would occasionally call him Blade, I thought it was just a nickname these Men of honor all seemed to have. I thought it was harmless and given to him because he was obsessed with knives but I could have never imagined this. We were escorted to the seats that were reserved f
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Bruto let out a guttural roar, the sound reverberating through the air, and brought the mallet down with brutal force aimed at Vincenzo. I couldn't bear to watch; so I shut my eyes.A hot tear rolled down my cheek...Then, his roar abruptly stopped, replaced by a harsh, gasping noise followed by strained wheezing.The sudden shouts and cheers of the crowd made me snap my eyes back open. The scene before me had completely shifted, Vincenzo was now standing before Bruto, his knife buried deep in his throat. It was the same blade he had used to cut me out of my wedding dress on our wedding night. The mallet slipped from his grasp and thudded to the mat, echoing through the space. Bruto's hands futilely struggled with the blade. He was gasping and choking on his own blood, staggered, his legs giving way beneath him. I don't think I'll ever forget this sight.Vincenzo's eyes blazed with a savagery beyond words as he mercilessly twisted the knife, I winced and struggle
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅A self-satisfied smirk appeared on his face, "...that made you fall in love with me?" I gasped as his grip tightened. I was very aware of the blood now clinging to my skin. It made me feel a flutter in my stomach. I couldn't figure out if it was a good flutter or a bad one. "Something like that..." I whispered. In just three more steps, Vincenzo pushed me into a stall, my back hit the wall, the impact jolting through my body. My breath rushed out, leaving me momentarily breathless. His gaze never left mine as he closed the gap between us in a second, and before I could react, his lips crashed against mine. The force of the kiss stole the air from my lungs, and the taste of blood lingered on his lips.My hands instinctively reached for his shoulders, the bloodied, hot skin beneath my fingertips. The kiss was fierce, a collision of desperation and dominance. It was as if the violence in the cage had ignited an inferno between us.Vincenzo's fingers tangled in my h
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I finished buttoning up the last two buttons, then turned to find him standing there, only in his pants. He had this extra suit we both agreed to share. I wore the shirt, and he took on the pants.The toll of the recent fight was evident – he had numerous bruises, cuts, and wounds that cried out for medical attention.I observed him methodically arranging various knives of all sizes on his person and securing the gun in its holster. The same perfectly organized and choreographed routine. We hadn't talked afterward, he practically showered me before taking his turn. I was too weak and disoriented from what had just happened to process much of anything.One thought nagged at the back of my mind consistently. Did I enjoy sex like this? My whole life had been spent looking over my shoulder, making sure no one got this close, not even Scott but Vincenzo, I couldn't push him away even if I wanted to. "And I love you... I love you, Claire Parker, I love you so much." T
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅He sighed, setting his laptop aside. Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees. "Just tell me what you did with it. I need to find it, buy it back, whatever it takes," his intense gaze locked onto mine, a mix of frustration and desperation in his eyes. "I can't lose it. Just give me anything to track it down and bring it back to where it belongs."My heart raced, his father had it. Panic set in; I had to keep him from knowing, and stall as much as I could. Thoughts spiraled through my mind like a storm - stall, distract, don't let him dig deeper. I couldn't let the truth surface; at least for now. If Vincenzo finds out the truth, he could unleash a murderous fury. None of us can afford that chaos. Salvatore's authority is firm; the Outfit always stands by the reigning Capo, always."I... your mother's ring," I stammered, searching my memory. "I don't really remember..."He nodded, his eyes holding mine. "Three-stone diamond, blue Tiffany box. Do you have i