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Not A Savior

ผู้เขียน: Danielle Bush
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Emilio Cordello had spent his life mastering the art of observation. It was how he had built an empire, how he had survived in a world where trust was a death sentence. He noticed everything, the flick of a wrist, the hesitation in someone’s step, the way a person carried their fear like a weight pressing into their spine.

So when the diner bell jingled behind him, he didn’t need to turn around to know that someone new had entered. He caught the reflection in the glass as he slid a thick stack of bills onto the counter. A woman, young, chestnut hair spilling past her shoulders, long legs wrapped in tight jeans, her frame slim but with an unmistakable curve to her hips. That alone would have been enough to grab his attention, but it wasn’t her body that held his gaze. It was the redness around her eyes, the raw, swollen look of someone who had spent too much time crying.

Emilio didn’t linger. He never did. Time was a precious commodity to him, and not one that he wasted. He gave the waitress his usual nod, stepped out into the crisp night air, and made his way to his car. Emilio Cordello’s car was more than just a vehicle, it was an extension of his power, his presence, his control over the world around him. He drove a custom black Maserati, sleek and predatory, built for both speed and intimidation. The deep obsidian paint gleamed beneath the dim streetlights, its sculpted curves catching the glow like a panther waiting to strike. It wasn’t just about luxury; it was about command. When Emilio arrived somewhere in this car, people noticed they remembered. More often than not this car was a symbol of a death sentence, if Emilio had to be present than someone was going to pay. He should have left. He had places to be, men to meet, business to handle. Yet his fingers tightened on the steering wheel as he glanced through the windshield.

She was at the counter now, digging through her purse with a sort of frantic desperation that told him exactly what he needed to know. She wasn’t just upset; she was in trouble.

His jaw clenched. Not your problem. That was the rule. People, especially strangers, weren't his concern unless they owed him something. Loyalty, money, or blood. He built his kingdom on calculated decisions, not impulse.

Still though, something about her made it impossible to look away.

She was trying to hide it, but he could see the way her hands trembled as she counted her money, how her shoulders hunched as if bracing for a blow. She looked lost, and that feeling of being utterly adrift with no one to turn to was something Emilio understood too well.

He exhaled sharply and ran a hand over his jaw. He needed to leave. To stop staring at this girl like some lovesick idiot. He was Emilio Cordello, the kind of man people whispered about in fear, the kind of man who didn’t have time to play savior to broken women with tear-stained faces.

For some reason, he couldn’t drive away.

Instead, he watched her in utter fascination.

She finally handed the waitress a few crumpled bills, her expression carefully neutral, but he saw the hesitation in her posture. She was barely scraping by.

He had no idea why that bothered him. He was not the savior to damsels in distress. Besides the alluring curves of her hips, she was nothing like Emilio’s normal type of woman. He liked his women like he liked his life, fast, loose and with no strings attached.

Emilio Cordello didn’t do love. He didn’t do romance, commitment, or anything that required even the illusion of permanence. The women who passed through his life understood the rules, one night, no expectations, no attachments.

He met them in the dimly lit corners of his clubs, where the music pulsed like a heartbeat and the air was thick with desire and expensive liquor. They flocked to him, drawn in by the danger, the power, the unspoken promise of pleasure that came with being in the presence of a man like him. They whispered his name with a mixture of fear and fascination, their manicured fingers trailing over the lapels of his custom suits, trying to tempt him into giving them more than he ever would. Emilio never made promises. He never let them think they mattered.

They came to him because he was the king of this city, because his name carried weight in the underworld, because they wanted to know what it was like to belong to him, even if only for a night. When he desired, he would give them one night, he would give them exactly what they craved. He would let them experience the illusion of being close to him, of feeling the heat of his touch, the dominance in his voice, the way he took exactly what he wanted and left them breathless, ruined for any other man. Before the first streaks of dawn could be seen he would be gone.

No woman ever stayed in Emilio’s life. He wouldn’t allow it. Love was a weakness. It was the kind of thing that got men like him killed. He had seen it happen too many times, men who thought they could balance power and devotion; men who let emotions cloud their judgment and every single one of them had ended up dead.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, dragging him back into reality. With a sigh, he pulled it out and glanced at the name on the screen, Luca, one of his men. Probably waiting for him at the club, expecting him to handle some lowlife who owed the family more than he could ever repay.

Emilio ignored the call.

His eyes drifted back to the diner.

He didn't know this girl. Didn't know her name, her story, or why seeing her so vulnerable sent a strange, unfamiliar tug through his chest. Before he could fully analyze his own actions, he took a quick picture of her and sent it over to Wiz with a quick text saying that he wanted to know about her.

Finally, he shifted into reverse reluctantly pulling away from the girl and getting back to work.

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  • Safely in the Arms of the Mafia King   Moving Forward

    The warmth of Monica’s Diner wrapped around Aurora like a fragile cocoon, a stark contrast to the cold uncertainty clawing at her insides. The scent of freshly brewed coffee, buttered toast, and something sweet, maybe pie lingered in the air, mixing with the faint, aged smell of the vinyl seats. The soft hum of a distant radio filled the silence, the quiet ticking of the diner’s old clock marking time she no longer knew how to measure.She curled her hands around the ceramic coffee cup the moment the waitress set it down, welcoming the heat that seeped into her chilled fingers. The adrenaline had worn off. Now, in its place, exhaustion settled in heavy, and relentless.Her limbs felt leaden, her body aching in places she hadn’t even realized were tense. It was the emotional toll that crushed her the most, the weight of betrayal sitting thick in her chest like cement. Shawn had cheated.It shouldn’t have surprised her. He had been abusively cruel for a long time, using words like weapo

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-07
  • Safely in the Arms of the Mafia King   U Turn

    The low growl of the powerful engine rumbled through the stillness of the night, a sound of quiet dominance that Emilio barely registered as he drove. His car was more than a machine, it was a symbol of control, of the life he had carved out for himself. The interior smelled of hand-stitched Italian leather, every detail refined to his exact specifications, every button and dial positioned perfectly.Just like everything in his world. Just like his empire.He scanned the streets as he drove, always watching, always alert. It was second nature, the habit of a man who could never afford to be caught off guard. He didn’t just see the world, he assessed it. Tonight, the city was quiet. He liked quiet nights, small breaks in the constant chaos.This part of town had a certain calmness to it, a controlled stillness that he found satisfying. It was a sharp contrast to the chaos of the lower districts, where desperation and recklessness fueled the kind of men Emilio despised. Here, everything

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-08
  • Safely in the Arms of the Mafia King   Fragile Flower

    The low growl of the engine filled the space between them as Emilio maneuvered expertly through the dimly lit streets, his grip on the wheel firm. His thoughts were a battlefield of conflicting instincts. What the hell am I doing? Emilio’s thoughts tumbled inside his head, he didn’t play savior, but without thinking he had ensured this girl was safe.Taking her to his club felt like the only option, for now. She was in shock, rattled to her core, and he couldn’t just leave her out here, not after what she had just witnessed. He couldn’t help but question at the same time if his club was the right option either, he knew exactly what bringing her into his world meant. She doesn’t belong in it.His world was dark, ruthless. It swallowed people whole. He had spent years keeping women at a distance, making sure no one got close enough to be a weakness. And yet, here he was, bringing this fragile, terrified girl straight into the heart of his empire.She had no idea who he was. No idea what

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-09
  • Safely in the Arms of the Mafia King   In the Den

    Emilio stepped out of the car, coming around to open Aurora’s door himself. His presence was commanding, his movements precise, and despite her lingering shock, Aurora followed his silent direction.The underground garage was quiet except for the soft hum of a ventilation system and the occasional muffled thump of bass from upstairs. As she stepped out, the low lighting cast sharp shadows along the pristine floor, making the entire space feel like another world, and in a way it was because this is his world.A door at the far end of the garage swung open, and Luca strode in. His sharp eyes swept over Aurora briefly before locking onto Emilio, his posture straightening. “I’ve got people already looking into it,” he informed, wasting no time with pleasantries. Luca was all business, straightforward and to the point.Emilio gave a short nod, as if he had expected nothing less. “Good,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “Make sure we have answers before the night is over.”Luca didn’t ask

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-10
  • Safely in the Arms of the Mafia King   His City

    Emilio pushed the door open to his office, stepping inside with the quiet confidence of a man who owned everything within his reach. The air was thick with the scent of leather and aged whiskey, an intoxicating mix of power and indulgence. Like the rest of the club, the space was curated to his tastes, dark, sleek, and commanding. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lined the walls, filled with titles that weren’t just for show. A massive mahogany desk sat at the center of the room, its surface spotless except for a glass decanter, his laptop, and an ashtray that held a single cigar, untouched. The low lighting cast elongated shadows over the black leather seating, the deep tones of the room exuding a quiet dominance. Everything here was a reflection of him, unapologetically powerful, meticulously controlled, impeccably maintained. He crossed the room without a word, his movements deliberate as he reached for the decanter on the desk. The amber liquid swirled in the heavy glass as he poure

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-11
  • Safely in the Arms of the Mafia King   Questions

    Luca gave a firm nod, understanding his orders without the need for repetition. Emilio trusted him to handle things, but there was still a weight pressing against his ribs, a tension that even whiskey couldn’t smooth out. Aurora. He still didn’t know what to do with her.She had landed in his world by accident, or at least, that’s what it looked like. Emilio didn’t take things at face value. He didn’t believe in coincidences. Not in this life. Now there had been a seed of doubt planted, one that he had to seriously consider. He had questions that only she could answer.Stepping out of the office, his sharp gaze swept the lounge, locking onto the slim figure curled up on the couch. She was asleep, her breaths slow and steady, her body sinking into the soft leather like she belonged there. For a moment, she didn’t look like a woman running for her life. She didn’t look like a woman with dangerous ties, ties that now led directly back to Vescovi. She looked innocent, trapped in a dangero

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-12
  • Safely in the Arms of the Mafia King   Long Night

    Emilio's body betrayed him the longer he held her. Aurora was soft against him, her warmth sinking into his skin, her delicate frame fitting almost too perfectly in his arms. The faint scent of vanilla and something floral clung to her hair, stirring something he hadn’t felt in longer than he could remember. A dull ache curled low in his stomach, tightening with every shaky breath she exhaled against his chest. He shifted, trying to ease the sudden tension hardening beneath his expensive slacks. He swore under his breath, annoyed with himself.Get it together. You’re acting like a teenage boy. This wasn’t him. Women were a fleeting distraction, not something he comforted through nightmares. Not something he held like they belonged tucked into his arms, but there was something about the way she trembled, the way she had whimpered that unsettled him.Was she innocent? Or was she part of some twisted plot to lure him in? The timing couldn’t be ignored. Vescovi’s men showing up at Monica

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-13
  • Safely in the Arms of the Mafia King   New Dawn

    Aurora drifted awake slowly, her mind still hazy with sleep. The air smelled unfamiliar, a faint mix of leather, whiskey, and something warm and distinctly male. She felt cocooned, wrapped in a comforting heat that made her want to burrow deeper, so she did. The warmth shifted slightly, and a low groan rumbled very close to her ear.Her eyes snapped open.Panic surged through her as the realization struck, she wasn’t alone. The warmth she’d been nestled into wasn’t a blanket or a pillow, it was a person. Shawn didn't feel like this though. Her breath hitched, heart racing as she froze, suddenly hyperaware of the arm draped securely across her waist and the steady thrum of a heartbeat beneath her cheek.Oh God...Her gaze darted upward, and her stomach twisted when she recognized the man from the diner, the powerful stranger who’d swept her away after the chaos. Emilio, she finally recalled his name. He was still asleep, his features softened from their usual hardened intensity. Dark l

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-14

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  • Safely in the Arms of the Mafia King   New Dawn

    Aurora drifted awake slowly, her mind still hazy with sleep. The air smelled unfamiliar, a faint mix of leather, whiskey, and something warm and distinctly male. She felt cocooned, wrapped in a comforting heat that made her want to burrow deeper, so she did. The warmth shifted slightly, and a low groan rumbled very close to her ear.Her eyes snapped open.Panic surged through her as the realization struck, she wasn’t alone. The warmth she’d been nestled into wasn’t a blanket or a pillow, it was a person. Shawn didn't feel like this though. Her breath hitched, heart racing as she froze, suddenly hyperaware of the arm draped securely across her waist and the steady thrum of a heartbeat beneath her cheek.Oh God...Her gaze darted upward, and her stomach twisted when she recognized the man from the diner, the powerful stranger who’d swept her away after the chaos. Emilio, she finally recalled his name. He was still asleep, his features softened from their usual hardened intensity. Dark l

  • Safely in the Arms of the Mafia King   Long Night

    Emilio's body betrayed him the longer he held her. Aurora was soft against him, her warmth sinking into his skin, her delicate frame fitting almost too perfectly in his arms. The faint scent of vanilla and something floral clung to her hair, stirring something he hadn’t felt in longer than he could remember. A dull ache curled low in his stomach, tightening with every shaky breath she exhaled against his chest. He shifted, trying to ease the sudden tension hardening beneath his expensive slacks. He swore under his breath, annoyed with himself.Get it together. You’re acting like a teenage boy. This wasn’t him. Women were a fleeting distraction, not something he comforted through nightmares. Not something he held like they belonged tucked into his arms, but there was something about the way she trembled, the way she had whimpered that unsettled him.Was she innocent? Or was she part of some twisted plot to lure him in? The timing couldn’t be ignored. Vescovi’s men showing up at Monica

  • Safely in the Arms of the Mafia King   Questions

    Luca gave a firm nod, understanding his orders without the need for repetition. Emilio trusted him to handle things, but there was still a weight pressing against his ribs, a tension that even whiskey couldn’t smooth out. Aurora. He still didn’t know what to do with her.She had landed in his world by accident, or at least, that’s what it looked like. Emilio didn’t take things at face value. He didn’t believe in coincidences. Not in this life. Now there had been a seed of doubt planted, one that he had to seriously consider. He had questions that only she could answer.Stepping out of the office, his sharp gaze swept the lounge, locking onto the slim figure curled up on the couch. She was asleep, her breaths slow and steady, her body sinking into the soft leather like she belonged there. For a moment, she didn’t look like a woman running for her life. She didn’t look like a woman with dangerous ties, ties that now led directly back to Vescovi. She looked innocent, trapped in a dangero

  • Safely in the Arms of the Mafia King   His City

    Emilio pushed the door open to his office, stepping inside with the quiet confidence of a man who owned everything within his reach. The air was thick with the scent of leather and aged whiskey, an intoxicating mix of power and indulgence. Like the rest of the club, the space was curated to his tastes, dark, sleek, and commanding. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lined the walls, filled with titles that weren’t just for show. A massive mahogany desk sat at the center of the room, its surface spotless except for a glass decanter, his laptop, and an ashtray that held a single cigar, untouched. The low lighting cast elongated shadows over the black leather seating, the deep tones of the room exuding a quiet dominance. Everything here was a reflection of him, unapologetically powerful, meticulously controlled, impeccably maintained. He crossed the room without a word, his movements deliberate as he reached for the decanter on the desk. The amber liquid swirled in the heavy glass as he poure

  • Safely in the Arms of the Mafia King   In the Den

    Emilio stepped out of the car, coming around to open Aurora’s door himself. His presence was commanding, his movements precise, and despite her lingering shock, Aurora followed his silent direction.The underground garage was quiet except for the soft hum of a ventilation system and the occasional muffled thump of bass from upstairs. As she stepped out, the low lighting cast sharp shadows along the pristine floor, making the entire space feel like another world, and in a way it was because this is his world.A door at the far end of the garage swung open, and Luca strode in. His sharp eyes swept over Aurora briefly before locking onto Emilio, his posture straightening. “I’ve got people already looking into it,” he informed, wasting no time with pleasantries. Luca was all business, straightforward and to the point.Emilio gave a short nod, as if he had expected nothing less. “Good,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “Make sure we have answers before the night is over.”Luca didn’t ask

  • Safely in the Arms of the Mafia King   Fragile Flower

    The low growl of the engine filled the space between them as Emilio maneuvered expertly through the dimly lit streets, his grip on the wheel firm. His thoughts were a battlefield of conflicting instincts. What the hell am I doing? Emilio’s thoughts tumbled inside his head, he didn’t play savior, but without thinking he had ensured this girl was safe.Taking her to his club felt like the only option, for now. She was in shock, rattled to her core, and he couldn’t just leave her out here, not after what she had just witnessed. He couldn’t help but question at the same time if his club was the right option either, he knew exactly what bringing her into his world meant. She doesn’t belong in it.His world was dark, ruthless. It swallowed people whole. He had spent years keeping women at a distance, making sure no one got close enough to be a weakness. And yet, here he was, bringing this fragile, terrified girl straight into the heart of his empire.She had no idea who he was. No idea what

  • Safely in the Arms of the Mafia King   U Turn

    The low growl of the powerful engine rumbled through the stillness of the night, a sound of quiet dominance that Emilio barely registered as he drove. His car was more than a machine, it was a symbol of control, of the life he had carved out for himself. The interior smelled of hand-stitched Italian leather, every detail refined to his exact specifications, every button and dial positioned perfectly.Just like everything in his world. Just like his empire.He scanned the streets as he drove, always watching, always alert. It was second nature, the habit of a man who could never afford to be caught off guard. He didn’t just see the world, he assessed it. Tonight, the city was quiet. He liked quiet nights, small breaks in the constant chaos.This part of town had a certain calmness to it, a controlled stillness that he found satisfying. It was a sharp contrast to the chaos of the lower districts, where desperation and recklessness fueled the kind of men Emilio despised. Here, everything

  • Safely in the Arms of the Mafia King   Moving Forward

    The warmth of Monica’s Diner wrapped around Aurora like a fragile cocoon, a stark contrast to the cold uncertainty clawing at her insides. The scent of freshly brewed coffee, buttered toast, and something sweet, maybe pie lingered in the air, mixing with the faint, aged smell of the vinyl seats. The soft hum of a distant radio filled the silence, the quiet ticking of the diner’s old clock marking time she no longer knew how to measure.She curled her hands around the ceramic coffee cup the moment the waitress set it down, welcoming the heat that seeped into her chilled fingers. The adrenaline had worn off. Now, in its place, exhaustion settled in heavy, and relentless.Her limbs felt leaden, her body aching in places she hadn’t even realized were tense. It was the emotional toll that crushed her the most, the weight of betrayal sitting thick in her chest like cement. Shawn had cheated.It shouldn’t have surprised her. He had been abusively cruel for a long time, using words like weapo

  • Safely in the Arms of the Mafia King   Not A Savior

    Emilio Cordello had spent his life mastering the art of observation. It was how he had built an empire, how he had survived in a world where trust was a death sentence. He noticed everything, the flick of a wrist, the hesitation in someone’s step, the way a person carried their fear like a weight pressing into their spine.So when the diner bell jingled behind him, he didn’t need to turn around to know that someone new had entered. He caught the reflection in the glass as he slid a thick stack of bills onto the counter. A woman, young, chestnut hair spilling past her shoulders, long legs wrapped in tight jeans, her frame slim but with an unmistakable curve to her hips. That alone would have been enough to grab his attention, but it wasn’t her body that held his gaze. It was the redness around her eyes, the raw, swollen look of someone who had spent too much time crying.Emilio didn’t linger. He never did. Time was a precious commodity to him, and not one that he wasted. He gave the wa

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