GabriellaI jolted out of sleep, my body cramped and painful from having rested against the unrelenting wood. Wincing as I struggled to remember where I was. The room remained veiled in darkness, the sky outside my open window painted in fading hues of orange and deepening blue. I had slept longer than I intended.Like water bursting through a damaged dam, what had happened earlier rushed through my mind once again. Sofia’s face, her smug smirk, and Dante’s expression of impassive indifference threatened to engulf my mind once more. But I pushed them aside. No. Not this night. Not here, I refused to be huddled under the uneasy feeling that there was nothing I could do but relive what had happened.I willed my body to move, compelling my legs to make my way to the bathroom. A soak of warm water—this is what I needed. The water engulfed my body, offering to cleanse my body of the weight of what had happened that day. By the time I got out, swathed in a bathrobe, my body had loosened up
GabriellaWe collectively breathed out as the vehicle passed our cover, and tension melted off our shoulders like ice melting under the morning sun. We said nothing for a few torturous minutes, holding our breaths as though breathing out in the wrong way would cause it all to fall apart. Then, once we knew we were clear, we breathed out together—relief rushing over us like a cool breeze."That was funny," Bella laughed loudly and held her stomach as she doubled up. Her laughter was so infectious that soon the car was ringing with wonderful, raucous laughter. The kind of laughter that hurt your sides but was too pleasant to stop.The night air was cool as we drove into town, with the smell of wet streets and far-off bonfires. I felt. free for the first time in a long while, in a way that made my heart race and my chest open as if I could breathe a little easier.I wound down the window and leaned out, unperturbed. The wind whipped my hair around my face as I screamed into the night. My
The guilt gnawed at him like a weight upon his chest as he made the climb up the stairs the second time that evening. Every step was a struggle, heavy with the unreconciled words and the raw fragments of their argument that cut into his brain like a raw memory. He expelled a harsh breath, raking a hand down his face. He had to sort this out. Needed to patch the cracks between them.A soft light seeped out of the area under the door, illuminating the empty corridor with a warm light to indicate that she was awake. He glanced at his wristwatch—12:07 AM. Too late, but not very late at all. He rapped twice, then a third time, then at the silence that greeted him rapped louder.“Gabriella,” he spoke softly but firmly. “Can I speak with you?”Silence.A muscle tightened in his jaw as he pushed his hand hard into the door, hesitating a moment about whether to open it. But when he tried the knob, it refused to budge. She was angry. Maybe she needed space. Or maybe…He sighed, turning away. Th
Light was the first sensation to greet Gabriella when she awoke: blinding, searing, and uncompromising, slicing through the darkness of her closed eyelids. It cleaved into her skull, snapping her out of the soggy, confused depths of sleep. A low, agonized moan escaped her lips, and her arm flailed in an urgent attempt to cover her eyes from the intruding brightness. But such an action proved useless, for no protection existed against the insistent thumping in her head. slow and monotonous, curdling stomach.Her mouth tasted bitter and dry, her limbs feeling like lead, and the air around her was thick—warm and scented with liquor and cheap cologne. Everything felt… off.The sheets were tangled around her legs, the smooth fabric cool against her skin. Too much skin. That realization slowly crept in, and an increasing feeling of discomfort. An unfamiliar weight rested on her chest, and every instinct in her shouted to her that something was not right.As she rolled onto her side, attem
Gabriella was paralyzed, her hand frozen in midair, fingertips a few inches from her zip. The room around her appeared to freeze, the air dense and heavy — and then the door opened.Dante stood there. Seeing him was like a blow to the body. His dark gaze was fixed on hers, and for a heartbeat — perhaps an eternity — neither of them budged. His eyes blazed across the room, a slow but insidious type of anger. In that moment, however, she knew. She was done for.He said something low and fast to Rico — she couldn’t make out the words — before stepping into the room himself and shutting the door with a soft and careful click. The sound felt like a finality, like a coffin closing.“Go on,” he added, his voice smooth and low — much more terrifying than if he had shouted. "Put on your dress." Gabriella didn’t move. She couldn't. The weight of his gaze fixed her to the spot, and her fingers shook against the silk of the red dress she still hadn’t finished pulling on.“Mr. Lombardi, this is
The quiet in the car felt like it was suffocating — the kind of silence that pressed on Gabriella’s chest so that just breathing was a chore. Only the gentle radiating engine of the car and the beating of her heart could be heard.She was too scared to talk anymore, and had long since ceased her attempts at reasoning with Dante when she could see that his cold, stony expression wouldn’t budge. His fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles were white, his jaw set in that hard, unforgiving line she knew all too well. And she knew there would be no mercy for her this night. She sank back against the far end of the seat, her body glued to the door, as if that distance would shield her from his fury. It was a familiar position — one that reminded her of the first day Matteo had torn her from her father’s arms. That same impotent terror ran through her veins now, cold and paralyzing. The muffled cries from the trunk broke the silence, sending fresh shivers through her. Elio. Her mind
Gabriella“Take your dress off.”The words sliced through the air, cutting and piercing. My heart thumped, my breath caught in my chest when the large, heavy door thudded shut behind us.I turned toward him, a terror tightening my throat. Dante stood a few steps in front of me, his face impenetrable, though his stiff stance sent shivers down my spine. My palms were dripping in perspiration since we had first set foot on steps leading down the basement. With each downward stride, it had been like I was walking in the direction of my grave, tremors, chasing themselves down my spine, foretelling a horror beyond understanding.I blinked hard, fighting to see clearly as Dante leaned in and flicked a switch.A blinding flash of white light filled the room.I squinted, my eyes fighting to adjust, taking in the room which looked like some sort of observation room— cold, chilling. The room was partitioned by a thick slab of glass, us and it, between us and another room. And there, I caught a f
GabriellaI hesitated but I realized that I had chosen my own fate.From across the room, Elio’s eyes shone with profound fear. He was seated in the leather armchair, bound with rope, blood running from a gash on his forehead. Every rapid breath made his body convulse, and his mouth opened, as if he were reaching for me.Dante towered above me, a tempest in the still atmosphere. The warmth of his breath on the nape of my neck caused chills to run down my spine, accompanied by a potent aroma of whiskey that lingered afterwards. I clenched my fists at my sides, digging my nails into my palms while I tried to hide my sense of panic. “You didn’t think you could con me, did you, darling?" His tone was low, a menacing whisper. I flinched but was silent. My heart pounding wildly in my chest, each thump reverberating in my mind.He advanced gradually—intentionally—letting his fingers glide along the strap of my red dress. I shut my eyes tightly, nausea building in my throat. The space seeme
The door clicked shut, and the sound made Gabriella freeze. She stood still, listening closely as the lock turned with a harsh, scraping noise. That sound told her one thing — she was trapped. Outside the room, she heard Dante’s voice, calm but firm. There was no kindness in his tone, only authority."No one goes in or out until I say so. Not even for food."His words hit her like a blow. Through the thin wooden door, she heard the quiet movement of the guards standing outside. They didn’t question him. They simply obeyed.She remained in place, listening intently until she caught the sound of Dante’s footsteps ascending the stairs to the more affluent, upper levels of the house. The stillness that ensued felt denser than the atmosphere surrounding her.Only then did she realize she had been holding her breath.Gabriella eventually scanned the space where she had been confined. It was tiny and barren, lacking anything comforting or inviting. The walls were empty, and the sole piece of
Gabriella“This is your new room now.”Dante’s voice cut through the silence like a knife. It was icy, piercing, and utterly conclusive, enveloping my heart with the heaviness of his words like steel shackles. He towered above me, his towering figure creating a shadow so immense it seemed to engulf me entirely. And at that instant, I understood — truly understood — that any remaining hope I possessed was quickly and irretrievably fading like sand slipping through my hands.My body was in pain. My back ached with agony, and the intense, glaring light streaming in through the windows caused my head to pound. However, none of it measured up to the pain in my heartThe ache of knowing that everything was falling apart. The memories of last night hit me all at once, crashing into me like a storm I wasn’t prepared for. The whispers. The accusations. The fear. It was too much, too fast — and then before I could even catch my breath, the door burst open. It slammed against the wall so hard
Matteo."Now get out. And pray you haven’t ruined everything." The door slammed shut behind her, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot. I stood there for a moment, fists clenched at my sides, as the walls seemed to close in — the weight of my own frustration pressing against me. Sofia. Reckless, impulsive, foolish Sofia. I’d known from the start she’d be a liability, but I needed her. At least for now. But if she kept pushing like this… well, even my patience had its limits. And Sofia was standing right on the edge of them. I began pacing, each step tapping out my irritation on the hardwood floor. Everything had been going according to plan — perfectly, even — until she decided to take matters into her own hands. I should have seen it coming. She was ambitious, but ambition without control was dangerous. And right now, the last thing I needed was danger from my own allies. I sank onto the couch — still warm from where she’d been sitting — and let out a slow breath,
Sofia.I had not expected the girl to deliver such a great job. I couldn’t believe it had worked. I couldn’t believe all it had taken to turn Dante against her was one reckless night of partying. Just one night — and everything shifted. I chuckled quietly, recalling the expression on Gabriella’s face as she understood there was no way to regain Dante’s approval. The ruin, the embarrassment. She had completed it. What now? Dante belonged to me. The idea sparked a wave of excitement within me. The thought of becoming the upcoming mistress of the mansion, along with its riches and influence, thrilled me to the core. I could already picture it — the lavish gatherings, the power, the pure opulence of everything. Before long, everything would be mine. With a pleased grin, I glided down the corridor toward Matteo’s room, my heels tapping gently on the glossy marble. The atmosphere was heavy with excitement. I opened the door without knocking, eager to revel in my triumph. Yet as soon as
Dante.Everything went still the moment she collapsed. The clang of chains hitting the metal pole resonated into stillness, a stark and conclusive tone that lingered in the atmosphere. Even her screams appeared to be overshadowed by the darkness, and for a brief moment, it felt as if the entire universe had stopped.The silence was unbearable. Maybe—just maybe—I shouldn’t have killed the poor bastard. But the thrill was there, undeniable and electric, pumping through my veins the way it had earlier. That sharp rush, that surge of power, was like a drug.But it was the anger that stayed. It simmered in my blood as I uncuffed her wrists, the marks on her skin standing out like bruised flowers. I cradled her like a child, her body limp and fragile against me. And then I stood over her, towering and silent, just watching her sleep. The room was filled with the scent of sweat, fear and blood. He had died for her—Elio—and she didn’t even know it.In the mafia, women don’t betray their husba
Gabriella"No." I whispered, panic clawing up my throat.Dante's grip on my hair got tighter. "Watch."I fought desperately against the bindings, the metal digging into my flesh; however, I was helpless. Enzo swiftly crossed the room, his gun shining in his hand.Elio's chest heaved and sank in quick, uneven gasps. His gaze fixed on me—imploring, urgent.A profound silence extended between us. And then the pop of the gunshot shattered it.Elio's body convulsed, blood pouring across his chest. A cry escaped my mouth as he crashed down, his head turning to the side."Please don't... no, no, no..." I cried, shaking my head.Dante's grip loosened, causing me to tumble onto the table. My vision dimmed as I watched Elio's body lie still, the light of life dwindling from his eyes.I could not catch my breath."You ought to be grateful to me, my dear," Dante whispered, sweeping my hair from my damp, sweaty face. "He was destined to die." He continued. "At least now... he passed away watching
GabriellaI hesitated but I realized that I had chosen my own fate.From across the room, Elio’s eyes shone with profound fear. He was seated in the leather armchair, bound with rope, blood running from a gash on his forehead. Every rapid breath made his body convulse, and his mouth opened, as if he were reaching for me.Dante towered above me, a tempest in the still atmosphere. The warmth of his breath on the nape of my neck caused chills to run down my spine, accompanied by a potent aroma of whiskey that lingered afterwards. I clenched my fists at my sides, digging my nails into my palms while I tried to hide my sense of panic. “You didn’t think you could con me, did you, darling?" His tone was low, a menacing whisper. I flinched but was silent. My heart pounding wildly in my chest, each thump reverberating in my mind.He advanced gradually—intentionally—letting his fingers glide along the strap of my red dress. I shut my eyes tightly, nausea building in my throat. The space seeme
Gabriella“Take your dress off.”The words sliced through the air, cutting and piercing. My heart thumped, my breath caught in my chest when the large, heavy door thudded shut behind us.I turned toward him, a terror tightening my throat. Dante stood a few steps in front of me, his face impenetrable, though his stiff stance sent shivers down my spine. My palms were dripping in perspiration since we had first set foot on steps leading down the basement. With each downward stride, it had been like I was walking in the direction of my grave, tremors, chasing themselves down my spine, foretelling a horror beyond understanding.I blinked hard, fighting to see clearly as Dante leaned in and flicked a switch.A blinding flash of white light filled the room.I squinted, my eyes fighting to adjust, taking in the room which looked like some sort of observation room— cold, chilling. The room was partitioned by a thick slab of glass, us and it, between us and another room. And there, I caught a f
The quiet in the car felt like it was suffocating — the kind of silence that pressed on Gabriella’s chest so that just breathing was a chore. Only the gentle radiating engine of the car and the beating of her heart could be heard.She was too scared to talk anymore, and had long since ceased her attempts at reasoning with Dante when she could see that his cold, stony expression wouldn’t budge. His fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles were white, his jaw set in that hard, unforgiving line she knew all too well. And she knew there would be no mercy for her this night. She sank back against the far end of the seat, her body glued to the door, as if that distance would shield her from his fury. It was a familiar position — one that reminded her of the first day Matteo had torn her from her father’s arms. That same impotent terror ran through her veins now, cold and paralyzing. The muffled cries from the trunk broke the silence, sending fresh shivers through her. Elio. Her mind