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Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"Well then, I have a proposition for you," the devilish hint in his voice was not lost on me. He had pinned me against the wall just beside the racks and now he was standing just a step away from me, even if I wanted to get out, I couldn't move this brick wall of a man at all. I squinted my eyes at him, "What?" He gave me a sinister smile, "There are still five nights left here on this island, right?" I simply stared at him, waiting for him to continue. "You spend the next five nights with me..." My senses were thrown into disarray, and I blinked, unsure if he had just uttered what I thought I heard.A sardonic chuckle escaped my lips, my grip on the towel tightening over my chest as if it could shield me from him. "And why on earth would I do that?" I questioned, though there was an underlying uncertainty in my voice, a hint that his words had struck a chord within me.With a casual, self-assured demeanor, he ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back,
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅The moonlight made the beach look so beautiful, all silver and shiny. It was warm outside, and I was standing at the edge of the water with waves touching my toes. I wiggled my toes, looking at the vast water before me, listening to the sound of the waves. Taking off my coverall, I dropped it to the floor. I was wearing a red bikini. With each step, the water grew deeper, and the distant rumble of the waves filled my ears. It felt amazing like the ocean was hugging me. I walked further into the sea, and the water felt so good against my skin. It was a bit chilly, which was pretty cool when mixed with the warm night. When the water was up to my waist, I took a big breath and dived under. It was all cool and weightless down there. It felt like I was floating around in the big, dark sea, with just the night sky above. Everything underwater was lit up with this soft, dreamy glow. I kept on swimming. It was like being in a serene, otherworldly place. As I got farther
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Vincenzo Capone - Thirteen Year Old. In the basement of one of the Outfit's hideouts, Dad presented me with a polished silver Colt .45. The gun felt heavy, its metal surface cold in my hands. It was both terrifying and exhilarating because this was the first time he had handed me a real gun, I have always practiced with the fake one but there was no turning back from this moment.Dad watched my every move with a piercing gaze. He showed no signs of tenderness; this was not a father-son bonding moment. It was a lesson, a crucial part of my grooming to become the future Capo of our family.He gestured for me to step closer to the target he had set up at the far end of the basement. A beaten-up, terribly injured man was propped up on a wooden stand. His mouth was clamped shut, tears stained his bloodied cheeks and his eyes pleaded with me to put him out of his misery. I could feel the weight of the gun in my hand as I brought it to eye level, my fingers trembling
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I slowly opened my eyes, and the world was a hazy blur. A heavy fog seemed to hang over my consciousness, making it difficult to sense where I was. The room was dimly lit by the soft sunlight streaming in through the thickly drawn curtains and the soft, plush bedding beneath me felt incredibly comfortable. I shifted slightly, feeling the warmth of the blankets wrapping around me like a cocoon. My head throbbed with a dull ache, and my mouth held the bitter taste of confusion.As I turned my head to the side, I saw him, Vincenzo. He was sitting on the single couch, nursing a glass of whiskey as he watched me, a strange mix of concern and something else, something I couldn't quite put my finger on, reflected in his gaze. He was fully dressed, and the realization of our previous night together slowly started to return to me, piece by fragmented piece. My heart raced as I recalled my loss of control, and I felt a rush of embarrassment and vulnerability washing over m
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅The casino night was a hit for Ethan. I sat there with Amy and Allegra while Ethan was hanging out with the Capones. He had been with them the whole night after Adriano Capone invited him to join them. Amy sipped her martini and looked at me with a sly grin. "So, when are you two getting married?"I blinked, slightly taken aback. "Ethan and me?"She playfully nudged my arm and grinned, her tone teasing, "Yup, unless you're into someone else we haven't heard of.""Marriage...?" I laughed, sipping on my own drink. "I don't know if we're there yet."She rolled her eyes, "Come on, Cindy, we've all seen the sparks. Don't tell me there's no fire."I shrugged, "Well, we...uh, haven't really discussed it."Her eyes twinkled mischievously. "Oh, honey, you should. Who knows, maybe you'll be the next bride around here."I let out a nervous laugh, I never really saw myself getting married, always considered myself too damaged for it, "Well, we'll see what the future holds."A
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Claire Parker - Twenty-One-Years Old... As the countdown reached its climax, I snatched up the shot glass, ready to take the plunge. The entire room erupted in joyous screams."ONE!""TWO!""THREE!""HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"I raised the shot glass to my lips and, with a burst of excitement, downed it in one swift gulp. The cheers and applause from everyone filled the air. It was a moment to remember.Scott threw his arm around me, and we grinned together. Bianca aimed her camera at us, capturing us together as I wrapped both of my arms around his waist. "Everyone, this is Cindy's first legal shot," Scott announced, drawing laughs and cheers from the partygoers. The smile on my face couldn't have been bigger. You see, I had been sober for the past two years, and I was getting stronger each day. And it was all because of him. Scott Mancini was my first love. The party roared on, and the atmosphere became more electrifying as the night unfolded. Friends surrounded me, s
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Buzz...Buzz...Buzz... With a groan and a hazy mind, I reached for the buzzing phone on the nightstand. I managed to grasp it and, still half-asleep, I blindly answered the call."Hello?" I let out lazily, "Who is it?" I asked when no one replied, there was just silence on the other end. I shifted but a heavy weight had settled over me that restricted my movement. I felt so secure and protected being held like that. "Uh, who is this?" a manly voice asked. "Who are you?" I asked as I forced open my eyes. I was in such deep sleep that it felt like I was waking up from a coma. I looked down and saw a head full of thick black hair resting over my chest. Vincenzo... "It's, uh, Adriano, is Vincenzo with you right now?" he asked and I could hear a silent snicker as if he was trying hard to muffle his laughter. Why would Vincenzo's brother Adriano call me? How did he even know that his brother must be here? I pulled the phone away from my ear and saw that it wasn't
Ethan ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I had met Vincenzo Capone on the island, and he had come across as a gentleman. He was respectful, levelheaded, and seemed like a genuinely decent guy. But nothing could have prepared me for the complete transformation I witnessed the moment we stepped onto his yacht.It was as if I had stepped into an entirely different world. The luxury cruise liner was a floating paradise on the sea, a world of superfluity and power. His armed men were everywhere. Vincenzo, with his impeccably tailored suit, moved through the crowd with confidence and authority. He was no longer the man I had met on the island; he was the real Vincenzo Capone, a man who commanded an empire with an air of ruthlessness as palpable as his wealth.As I looked around in awe, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of fascination and apprehension. The private islands, the skimpy dressed women, the stacks of cash changing hands like poker chips — it was a glimpse into a life I had never imagined. And it wa
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Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅•The First Steps! ❤️"Oh my god, do you have the camera ready?!" I asked, excitement bubbling up inside me as we watched Aurelia tentatively attempt to take her first steps.She was already pulling herself up on the furniture, her chubby little hands gripping tightly as she teetered on unsteady legs. Her blue eyes sparkled with determination, her tiny mouth set in a determined line as she focused on the task at hand. She had gotten her blue eyes from my mama. Vincenzo and I had been eagerly awaiting this moment, always keeping our cameras close at hand in anticipation. Not just us, but the whole house. Salvatore, Alessia, and his brothers, they all celebrated everything she did. With bated breath, we watched as Aurelia took a wobbly step forward, her face lighting up with a mixture of surprise and delight. She stumbled slightly, her arms windmilling for balance before she regained her footing and took another hesitant step."Look at her go," Vincenzo murmured, hi
Note: This chapter takes place after Vincenzo has sent Claire back to New York once he learns the entire truth.Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅She was safe—safer than she had ever been in Chicago before.I had rented out the house across the street and stationed my men there to keep a watchful eye on her. They would keep their distance, she wouldn't even realize that they were there. I was furious with her, consumed by an intense anger that threatened to engulf me. But despite my rage, I couldn't bring myself to abandon her. She was too self-destructive, too chaotic to be left to her own devices.Part of me wanted to confront her, to unleash my fury and make her understand the gravity of her actions. But another part of me, a side that only belonged to her, couldn't bear to see her suffer alone.In the end, my love for her won out. No matter how angry I was, no matter how much she lied to me, I couldn't abandon her. She was a part of me, and I would do whatever it took to keep her safe, even i
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I held Claire close, her body tense against mine, her face buried against my chest as I observed Tony's pitiful state. His once tough presence was reduced to nothingness, stripped of his limbs, his sight, and his dignity. He lay there like a discarded husk, a mere shell of his former self, awaiting the inevitable embrace of death. Claire refused to spare him even a glance, she had stopped coming here all altogether after she had ordered their eyes to be taken out, it was just too much for her. Tony's existence was a grotesque mockery of humanity, stripped of its most fundamental faculties. Devoid of limbs, senses, and any semblance of autonomy, he lay there, a pitiful shell of his former self. The ordeal of surviving without the ability to walk or see had surely taken its toll on his mind, leaving him trapped in a nightmarish existence."Please, Vincenzo, I can't stand to be here any longer," Claire pleaded, her voice quivering with a mix of desperation and di
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I stirred awake, feeling Vincenzo's solid frame enveloping me from behind. The unmistakable presence of his sizable cock pressed against me sent a jolt of excitement coursing through my body. I couldn't resist teasing him, rolling my hips ever so slightly against his length.A low, guttural groan escaped his lips, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. His response was so quintessentially Vincenzo that I couldn't help but smile, relishing in the sensation of his desire coursing through me even before I opened my eyes to greet the day.Last night fulfilled every dream I've ever had about becoming a mother and sharing intimate moments with the man I love. "Are you awake, Mia Cara?"I reached up, my fingers delicately tracing the contours of his forearm where it lay against my ribs, just below my breasts. "Mhmm," I murmured softly. He pulled me closer, his embrace tightening as he buried his face in the nape of my neck. I could sense the gentle caress of his lips
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"Who's been managing things while you've been away?" I inquired, pulling my hair up into a ponytail."I was," he replied, his gaze fixed on me through the mirror. "I know how to run my organization even when I'm not physically there."We stood side by side, him adjusting his tie while I styled my hair. I had been discreet about our baby, wanting the right moment to reveal the news, I wanted it to be special. I wasn't sure if he had noticed my subtle changes, but he hadn't said a word about it.His phone rang, and he quickly grabbed it, a smirk playing on his lips as he glanced at the screen. Without answering, he slid it back into his pocket."Who was it?" I asked, curious.His smirk widened. "Scott Mancini." My eyes widened in disbelief. "Oh my god, he must be so worried about me. You have to talk to him," I urged. Vincenzo's expression remained smug as ever, and he nonchalantly shrugged. "No," he replied, his tone dismissive."What do you mean, no?" I exclaimed,
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Perched on the edge of the bed, I curled into myself, knees drawn up to my chest, and my chin resting on top of my knees. His presence across from me was palpable, his hand possessively wrapped around my ankle, anchoring me to him. Slowly, deliberately, his touch traced a path along my leg, each caress sending shivers of conflicting emotions coursing through me. Despite the state of mind, I knew he was in, his touch was a paradox of gentleness, a stark contrast to the brutality I knew he was capable of. Yet, at this moment, his tenderness felt like a lifeline, a fragile thread connecting us. With each stroke, I could feel the electricity coursing through my body, pulling me closer to him. It was like we were speaking our own language, one filled with longing and love. "You were the anonymous buyer..." I stated. His intense gaze locked onto mine, momentarily stealing my breath. "It was your debut exhibition. I had to support my girl," he replied, his voice dark a
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅My eyelids felt heavy as if they were weighed down by tons of bricks, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't force them open. With a groan, I summoned all my strength and pushed my eyes open, only to be met with the blurry sight of an unfamiliar ceiling.As I blinked away the haze of unconsciousness, the events of the previous night flooded back to me in a rush. Panic surged through me as I struggled to make sense of my surroundings.The room was dimly lit, with heavy curtains drawn tightly shut, casting a shadowy gloom over everything. I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me back down onto the soft surface beneath me.Where was I? And more importantly, who brought me here, and why? Dread pooled in the pit of my stomach. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I took in the opulent surroundings of the bedroom. Rich fabrics adorned the furnishings, and ornate decorations adorned the walls. It was a stark contrast to the cold fear grip
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I was four months pregnant, and while the first trimester had been relatively easy, now I was starting to show a bit, and the nausea was hitting me hard, making each day a struggle to get through. I gently caressed my slightly swollen belly, finding comfort in the subtle changes my body was undergoing. Although it wasn't yet noticeable to others, I cherished this intimate connection with my growing baby, a bond that only I could feel.For the exhibition tonight, I opted for a dress that would discreetly conceal my growing bump. I slipped into a black burnout maxi dress with delicate spaghetti straps, its modest neckline offering just the right amount of coverage. As I admired my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence. No one on this earth can tear you down, Claire Parker, not even the man you love with all your heart. The sleek silhouette of the dress hugged my curves in all the right places, disguising my pregnancy with effortle