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Russo’s povMark was yelling the same thing he had been blabbing about for the past 6 minutes. “Leave Valentina out of this.”“For the dude who had a bitch locked up in his house and partnered with the mafia, you sure are the hope mankind needs.” I said with an eye roll.Marcus, too, joined him in narrating the same thing to me. “Sir, Don Bianchi is about to begin. Your father needs you in the upper room.” “Tell them I'll attend the party on my own time.” I dragged my hand through my hair. Why was everyone frustrating me?There was a loud bang on the door and a guard entered, his face all flushed as he caught his breath.“Sir, we have Mark’s associate.” the guard said and Mark struggled with the chains holding him back.“I told you lying to me was useless, boy.” I flashed Mark a grin.Mark was offended by my nickname for him. He growled at me, baring his teeth like the dog he was. “Don’t call me boy, you piece of - -”I grabbed his jaws and squeezed hard, stopping him from speaking.
Last Updated : 2025-01-22Matteo’s obsession FOURTEEN
Valentina's povI didn't cower or move my face from his.My chest heaved with strong feelings of anger and pain from seeing my boyfriend being shot to death, despite the terrible things he had done.We stared at each other for what seemed like minutes, and Don Russo did not look like he would be giving up anytime soon.I clenched my chin as his words repeated in my head. “Death? Or a life of hell with me?”I wanted neither! I wanted to get the hell away from here and return to my mother.“I need a glass of whiskey,” I managed to say through my parched throat.He seemed taken aback by my response but he eventually straightened up, eyes still fixed on me, and then gestured to one of the guards with his fingers to get what I asked for.“Now can you let go of my arm,” I said to the guards still holding me down and watched as they all looked to Don Russo for his permission.“Take her away from here,” he finally turned away from me. “And clean up this mess.”The guards pulled me up and led
Last Updated : 2025-01-25Matteo’s obsession FIFTEEN
Russo's povShe hadn't still learned her lesson, had she?My brows were furrowed with annoyance as I approached the room.“I don't know who the hell trained that girl, but she needs some discipline!” Marcus growled, squinting at me with blood red eyes. I could almost smell the dislike in his voice.“Where is she now?” I asked the guards.“In one of your special rooms, Don,” a dutiful guard answered and I followed his lead.Valentina was panting heavily when I walked into the room; a room that had been arranged majorly for the purpose of satisfying my sexual urges, a room where I brought in my best strippers on some nights to give me a special show, a room that held nothing but sexual images in my head. And she was here.I shut the door behind me, leaving only the both of us present.“You know, dear Polema, I don't like when my patience is tested,” I began as softly as I could muster. “And you have decided to egg me on in ways that no one has ever dared to.”She was staring up at me fr
Last Updated : 2025-01-27Matteo’s obsession SIXTEEN
Valentina's povThere was something degrading in the way I stood naked before him, even though I still had my panties on. It all seemed too raw, too intimate, and his filthy words made me press my thighs together to ease the emotion building up down there.I had no problem stripping for a bunch of sex-hungry rich men down at the club but I wasn't used to performing shows for just one viewer and it seemed wrong, to the very last letter.My breasts suddenly jiggled, unintentionally I must add. And he stared at them, hard, as though there was a movie playing somewhere in the valley between my breasts.I was only trying to free myself from the knot he had tied at my ankles and my entire body seemed to respond even to the slightest movement. I felt ashamed to stand that way before him. But with the way his eyes dragged lazily down my body, I could tell he liked what he saw, and it gave me a slight confidence boost.I could feel the cold blunt edge of the pen knife sliding up my right arm
Last Updated : 2025-02-19Matteo’s obsession SEVENTEEN
Russo's pov.People screamed. Tables were turning over. Glasses crashed to the floor.I sprang up from my chair and was at Bianchi’s side in seconds. His eyes were still wide open and Romigi, his personal bodyguard was already trying to take off his bloodied suit. I could hear my father shouting for an ambulance to be called and all the doors locked until they found the shooter.With a few calls, I gave out orders to my men to surround the area immediately and comb the entire place.“Where were you?!” I shouted at Romigi so he could hear me amid the chaos. “You're supposed to be alert at all times. You should have seen this coming!”“I was attending to Madam Bianchi that second. They must have seen I was distracted and attacked,” he explained as he pressed a handkerchief to the hole in Bianchi’s chest.“Fucking unbelievable!” I cursed and turned to look at Bianchi’s wife, his third one after two failed marriages. She looked lost and pale and there was another expression I couldn't qui
Last Updated : 2025-02-20Matteo’s obsession EIGHTEEN
Russo POVThe silence in my office was quite suffocating, the only sound I could hear was the ticking of the wall clock on the far right of the room. It's surprising that I have never paid attention to that sound from the clock before, I guess it needs a pin drop silence to be heard.I sat at my desk, placing my hands beneath my chin. I stared at the glass of whiskey on the table before me. I poured that whiskey a while ago but I have not had the stomach to take it yet. I leaned my head to the right taking a closer look at the glass, I could see flashes of the chandelier lights above through the liquid.Don Bianchi’s assassination was more than just a loss, it was an insult to me and my world, not that any man can't die.Don Bianchi wasn't just any man he was a beacon to admire in the mafia world and also a close ally, the audacity at which the assassination was carried out, at a very secure place, was challenging my authority also, it makes me look weak. Whoever orchestrated it did
Last Updated : 2025-02-23Matteo’s obsession NINETEEN
Valentina’s POVDespite been awake in bed, my eyes where still close. I tried as much as possible to go back to sleep, to find rest. If that was truly a thing one could find in this world. But the voices outside my room made it difficult to go back to sleep. I felt restless in bed, stirring my body from right to left. At the same time feeling the after-effects of the ropes Russo has used to tie me to that pole.I finally gave up, opening my eyes slowly. I immediately felt the brightness of the dim light that passed through the curtains of my new room. Annoyed initially at the brightness, but after a few seconds appreciated it's beauty. It's part of nature anyways.I looked around the room admiring it, the expensive gold furniture, the intricate Chandelier hanging above, not to talk of the closet designed with beautiful wood. I wouldn't lie this room can be mistaken for a royal palace if not that it's my prison cage now.I sat up stretching my arms to my sides, I felt the cool mornin
Last Updated : 2025-03-19Matteo’s obsession TWENTY
Russo’s POVThe kind of smoke in the room was choking, one that annoyingly stuck to clothes and was bad for the lungs. There was a light murmuring of voices accompanied by sounds of clinking glasses which echoed off the walls. I straightened my spine leaning back in my chair, feeling the smoothness of the leather, I scanned the faces of the men gathered around the long table. Each one of them was a don in his own right, a ruler and protector of his territory. Suspicion was obvious on each of their faces.The assassination of Don Bianchi had sent shockwaves through our world, we were all gathered to discuss the way forward, the aftermath. I looked at my glass of vodka on the table untouched, the ice was melting slowly. I was running out of patience, but this meeting was too necessary. If I have learned anything in this business, it is that silence and observation could be as effective as violence. We started the conversation with the usual meaningless pleasantries and condolences
Last Updated : 2025-03-19
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Matteo’s obsession THIRTY
Russo’s POVI sat in my office, staring at the cigarette burning between my fingers, watching as the smoke curled toward the ceiling. I haven't smoked in a while now, only whiskey and vodka as my companions lately.But today I just felt the urge, it's about time anyway.I hadn’t taken a single drag, but I liked its weight in my hand, something solid to focus on while my thoughts spun in a hundred directions.Rick wasn’t the mole.That was what Marcus had just told me.I know the surveillance video was a bit blurry, but the person looked like him.I leaned back in my chair, tapping my fingers against the desk.I should have been that relieved by the news, Rick is not the mole but inste
Matteo’s obsession TWENTY NINE
Valentina’s POVThe sound of the lock clicking open pulled me from my thoughts. Making me jump to an upright position.It was Marie, her quiet presence filling the room. Perfect timing I guess. She moved without haste like she always did, her eyes carefully avoiding mine as she placed the tray of food on the table near the window, just like yesterday.“Hey,” I said.Marie didn’t respond as she was busy arranging the tray. I admired her quiet, composed attitude.“Thanks for the tip yesterday, but I think I have already seen what your boss is capable of already,” I whispered.She smirked.“you think so?”“Can I ask you a question? I know you said no mor
Matteo’s obsession TWENTY EIGHT
Russo’s POVThe guards outside her door stiffened as I approached, their eyes flicking between me and the door they were guarding. I nodded once, dismissing them with a sharp gesture. They knew better than to linger when I wanted privacy.I hesitated for only a bit, my hand resting on the doorknob. I told myself I was there to ensure Valentina wasn’t causing more problems. That was the excuse I clung to. But the truth was far more complicated. She had been on my mind more than I cared to admit, her stubbornness a constant thorn in my side, and a spark I couldn’t seem to extinguish.I pushed the door open without knocking, what's the use anyway, as I stepped into her new place?Though I made the room suited to her, I doubted she would appreciate it. The wallpaper was glowing in the light, and the furniture was perfect, a mix of antique and modern, which made the room look elegant. Valentina’s presence disrupted that perfection. She was standing by the window, pressing her hands agai
Matteo’s obsession TWENTY SEVEN
Valentina’s POVThe silence here was more.I sat up in the large, plush bed Mr. Russo had relocated me to. The room was bigger than my last one, and more lavish too, but it wasn’t comfortable, at least not to me.The wallpaper, the finely carved furniture, and even the scent in the air felt different. This wasn’t a room, it was a cage also, dressed up to look like something else.I explored the room, when I moved towards the window the view outside was almost weird, there was the garden with perfectly trimmed hedges and a fountain. But the walls were high and armed guards patrolled the perimeter, which made it clear this wasn't paradise.I pulled the hook on the window, even though I already knew it was locked and would not move. I also noticed the new layer of security Russo had added since moving me here. Guards were stationed outside the door now, their shadows visible through the gap at the bottom. I could hear them murmuring faintly, no doubt about me.He wasn’t just holding me
Matteo’s obsession TWENTY SIX
Russo’s POV“We have a bigger problem than I thought,” I said to Marcus over the phone. I continued.“I think I just saw Rick with the Moretti, I want you to monitor him closely and gimme a report of his location during and after your operation.““Okay Boss" Marcus answered reassuringly.Rick was in charge of the Western territory, I took over, the same one that made the Morreti family start lurking around. Suddenly I heard faint voices and rushed footsteps from the hall which barely drew my attention at first. My focus had been locked on the blur surveillance footage from Marcus’s failed operation. But when the muffled sounds grew louder, sharp, and urgent, I became alert.The door swung open without my permission. Valentina brushed past, her face very flushed.Then a guard followed behind.“Get out,” I said, my eyes fixed on her. The guard obeyed, shutting the door behind him.Valentina was breathing hard, her fingers fidgeting at her sides. She glanced at the papers scattered acr
Matteo’s obsession TWENTY FIVE
Russo’s POV“We have a bigger problem than I thought,” I said to Marcus over the phone. I continued.“I think I just saw Rick with the Moretti, I want you to monitor him closely and gimme a report of his location during and after your operation.““Okay Boss" Marcus answered reassuringly.Rick was in charge of the Western territory, I took over, the same one that made the Morreti family start lurking around. Suddenly I heard faint voices and rushed footsteps from the hall which barely drew my attention at first. My focus had been locked on the blur surveillance footage from Marcus’s failed operation. But when the muffled sounds grew louder, sharp, and urgent, I became alert.The door swung open without my permission. Valentina brushed past, her face very flushed.Then a guard followed behind.“Get out,” I said, my eyes fixed on her. The guard obeyed, shutting the door behind him.Valentina was breathing hard, her fingers fidgeting at her sides. She glanced at the papers scattered acr
Matteo’s obsession TWENTY FOUR
Valentina’s POVThe silence of this mansion was both good and bad. Everything has its own advantages I guess.When it's quiet it represents blue, go. I can pretty much boast of mastering the art of moving in the shadows through hallways and rooms, staying out of sight. But tonight, it was a different kind of silence. One that pushed me to make a choice I’d been avoiding for far too long.It has been a long week and I could feel the impact as well. Russo’s eyes were always on me, the constant feeling of being trapped. I lied to myself and the worse I lied to my mother, the thought of this, and my stomach twisted. How much more can I endure this hell?Then when I remembered the two options he gave; Death or life in hell with me. Which I was forced to choose. I mean who would choose death anyway?But the two options sound similar and bad enough.I have to find a way out because I know I can't stay in this place any longer.I couldn’t stay here any longer.With that thought I felt my c
Matteo’s obsession TWENTY THREE
Russo’s POVThe vent cover was still slightly open. My fingers brushed over the tear on its edge, a small piece, torn from clothing.I straightened, my jaw tightening as I handed the scrap to Marie.“If it's her then she’s testing my patience,” I muttered, with a dangerous tone.Marie stood silently without flinching, crossing her hands. She was a smart woman and stayed enough to know better when to offer commentary when I was furious.“Secure the vent,” I ordered.“And triple the patrols in this part of the mansion. I don’t want her getting any ideas.”Marie nodded and left to carry out my instructions. As she walked away.She paused at the door.
Matteo’s obsession TWENTY TWO
Valentina’s POVThe knock on the door startled me as I grabbed tightly on my bed shit. I looked at the makeshift map I had drawn and shoved it under the bed. Just in time. The knock came again, sharper this time, then a familiar voice.“Valentina, it’s Marie. Open up.”I hesitated, my pulse racing. Why is she here? Did Mr. Russo send her?My hands trembled as I approached the door, forcing myself to appear calm. When I opened it, Marie stepped in, her eyes scanning the room.“How are you," she asked." What do you think?” I said, rolling my eyes She sighed. Then continued. “The boss wanted me to check on you,” I swallowed hard, stepping back to give her space. “I’m fine,” I replied quickly, perhaps too quickly.Marie’s eyes now focused on me more than ever as she crossed her arms. “The word fine doesn't look like it's on your face,” she said, tilting her head and trying to read my thoughts.I looked away. “I was just resting. This place is stifling, that’s all.”“You sure?” she a
