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Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Greg had been disturbingly silent ever since he stormed out of my office. Not a word, not even a message. It was as if he had vanished into thin air. His sudden disappearance grated on my nerves, leaving a sour taste in my mouth. Outside of my inner circle, trust was a rare commodity, but Greg had always been one of the few I could rely on. I hesitated to involve my men in the search for Greg. His murky dealings with the CIA posed a significant risk—if they caught wind that I was on his trail, they'd exploit it to bring me down. The last thing I needed was to draw unwanted attention to myself and my operations.Today had already been a rough day, and to top it off, my wife decided to start some kind of strip-teasing exercise right there on our bed, just to push my buttons even further.Every provocative sway of her hips, and every teasing glance she threw my way only served to fuel my irritation. My cock stirred in my pants as I drowned myself in whiskey. Was s
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Blood... Blood stained my hands...Vincenzo's blood...I stared at the crimson stains, a sickening reminder of the violence I had unleashed. The weight of guilt pressed down on me, suffocating and relentless.I never intended for things to escalate like this. My plan had spiraled out of control, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.His brothers ripped him away from me as they took him to a hospital in a car while I remained alone, crumpled on the floor of his father's bedroom, the metallic scent of blood heavy in the air, clinging to my skin.I did this. It's my doing. I pulled the strings. I may not have pulled the trigger, but all this blood is on my hands.I never thought this plan could have such circumstances. How could I have been so blind, so foolish? The guilt gnawed at me, consuming me from the inside out.I had been so consumed by my desire to take down his father from his throne, so focused on tearing him down, that I had failed to consider the co
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I spent the night in the hospital with Vincenzo although his brother tried to force me to go home I couldn't bring myself to leave him alone like this.This morning, he regained consciousness briefly. The doctor examined him and reported that his recovery was progressing exceptionally well. He was responsive, all his senses were intact, and his vital signs were stable. However, to make sure he gets adequate rest, they administered medication to help him sleep.I sat by his bedside, watching over him as he slept, a sense of relief washing over me at the news of his improving condition. Gazing at his peaceful expression, a flood of emotions washed over me. I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, a silent prayer on my lips for his swift recovery. I watched for any sign of movement. And then, ever so slowly, his eyelids fluttered open, revealing the faintest hint of awareness beneath.A flicker of relief washed over me as I leaned closer,
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅The office was bustling with activity as men from around the world gathered, each one personally selected by Adriano for the meeting. They came without hesitation, showing their loyalty to our cause. Amidst the crowd, the heads of each family stood out, their presence a reminder of the power they held. Whispers of Dad losing his mind had spread like wildfire, evident in the worried and skeptical glances exchanged. The proof of it was etched on my chest and Dante's shoulder. I don't understand what the fuck was I still doing here.Lying in Claire's arms, I had thought it was all over for me, but evidently not. Someone had to be there for her, to take care of her.As I stood before the assembled crowd, a heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the sound of my own steady breaths. Addressing the gathered faces, I knew I had to speak the truth, no matter how difficult it was."It's time we faced the reality," I began, my voice cutting through the tension. "For
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Congratulations poured in from all sides, men and their families offering their well wishes, I barely had the time to look for my own wife. Caught up in the flurry of wishes and congratulatory gestures, I scanned the crowd, searching for Claire's familiar face. Despite the cacophony surrounding me, her absence felt like a glaring void in the midst of the celebration.Pushing through the crowd, I finally spotted Claire by the bar, engaged in conversation with Aunt Alessia. She looked stunning in a black dress that accentuated her curves, her blonde hair elegantly swept up into a sleek bun. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of her, a rush of relief flooding through me as I made my way towards her.As I approached, Claire turned towards me, a smile lighting up her face. "Hey," she greeted me warmly, setting her martini down on the bar. "I was waiting for my turn." Taking her hand in mine, I leaned in to press a gentle kiss on her cheek."I'm glad I found you,"
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I pulled her closer, but she shook her head, a gesture that seemed impossible as I held her head firmly against my mouth.Parting slightly to let her breathe, I heard her whispered words, "We shouldn't, you're still healing.""Fuck that," I retorted, my voice low as I licked the delicious skin of her neck.She released a breathy laugh, her tone scolding. "No, Vincenzo! You got shot only two nights ago."Ignoring her protests, I sucked the skin of her neck into my mouth, biting down gently as I spoke. "Exactly, it was two nights ago. I'm fine now."Her breath hitched as I continued to lavish attention on her neck, but she gently pushed against my chest, her resolve unwavering."Vincenzo, stop," she insisted, her voice firm yet tinged with concern. "You need to rest and heal properly. We can't risk any complications.""Do I look like who cares about complications?"She gasped against my lips, momentarily caught off guard by the harshness of my kiss. Yet, slowly, her
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"Now, let's talk, Claire Capone," I whispered, my breath mingling with hers as I gazed into her eyes.With a playful smile, she pressed a quick kiss to my lips. "I've gotta go pee." I chuckled as she playfully squirmed out of my embrace, my cock slipping out of her and coming to rest lazily against my thigh. Claire gathered the sheets around her frame and gracefully climbed out of bed, her movements fluid and effortless.I nodded. "You know what, let me grab some fresh clothes for us, and I'll meet you in the bathroom. We can go for another round in the shower," I suggested with a smirk. She glanced at me from over her shoulder, batting her eyelashes playfully. Her golden locks were tousled and wild, some of it still gathered in a messy bun at the back of her head while the rest cascaded in waves around her shoulders.Fuck, she was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.She disappeared into the bathroom, and I got off the bed. The wound in my chest throbbed w
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅She perched on the edge of the bed while I stood before her, my back pressed to the wall. I couldn't bring myself to get any closer. Being apart felt safer as if I might explode if I got too close. Restlessness gnawed at me, and anger pulsed through my veins, but I had no target for it. Every inch of my being was seething with fury, and I didn't know where to aim it.Her? Dad? Antonio? The names swirled in my mind, each one a spark igniting the wildfire of my fury."Start from the beginning," I ground out through clenched teeth.She told me everything, from her earliest memories to Tony Parker, to Scott Mancini, and the path that led her out of that hell.A part of me ached to stride over, to wrap her quivering frame in my arms until she found relief in the rhythm of her own breath. But another part of me simmered with fury, raging like a storm. I was furious at her, fucking furious. I stood there, torn between the urge to comfort her and the seething anger th