Gabriella“You don’t talk to me like that” he said, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. The words alone were enough to make my breath hitch, but it was the way he said them—the controlled venom—that sent chills running down my spine. I could feel his eyes boring holes in my back as I took a seat at the dresser. My eyes were swollen, my cheeks rosy from crying myself to sleep last night but still, I could not prevent the bitter laugh that escaped me.“And how should I talk to you then” I shot back defiantly. I knew I was taking a risk. Pushing him. Trying to see how far he would go but I was beyond caring.“You will respect me!” He thundered. I jumped, not expecting the outburst, turning quickly in fear to face him as the sound of his footsteps filled the room, stalking towards me like a predator with prey. I backed away instinctively, my heart beating loudly as I prayed for the floor to open up and swallow me whole.But there was nowhere for me to run to. In just a few
DanteI should have gotten the store closed.That was the only thought ringing in my head the moment we got there. I adjusted the cuff of my tailored suit as we stepped inside.The store was luxurious, pristine, with gleaming shelves and high ceilings but people couldn't stop staring. Their eyes, followed us about the moment we walked through those doors. And I can't seem to decide whether it’s because it's not everyday they see a powerful Mafia king or it’s just the scar on my face.The manager hurried over but I was more focused on my little wife, she looks so beautiful with her hair down, her brown eyes glancing around the room.“G—Good day sir” He stuttered. “How may I be of service?”“Oh yes, I want some dresses for my wife, something—”And then I saw him—a guy shamelessly checking out my wife like I wasn’t standing right there. I closed the space between us, pressing my chest firmly against her back. My eyes locked on his, and I watched the color drain from his face as recogni
DanteI pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, murmuring, “I’ll see you later, cara mio.”Her face was a mixture of confusion and curiosity, her lips parting like she had questions ready to spill out. But she held back. I was grateful for that. This wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have right now.“It’s business,” I added, my voice steady, though my mind wasn’t. “Something to do with my grandmother.”She nodded slowly, a quiet understanding in her eyes. I could tell she wanted to say more, but she didn’t.“Enzo,” I called, my tone sharp, a command more than a request. “Stay with my wife.”Enzo stepped forward, his frame solid and unshakable. I turned to the store manager next.“Give her whatever she wants,” I said, my voice low and firm, brooking no argument. I didn’t wait for a response. There was no need—I was already halfway out the door, leaving behind her faint scent of jasmine and the heavy weight of her gaze following me.The black SUV was parked out front, Rico standing by
DanteI stood just a few feet away from the man tied to the chair, his strained breathing was the only sound that could be heard in the quiet room.The room was poorly lit and musty, and the smell of blood in the air was thick enough to choke you. I unbuttoned my suit, trying my best to ignore the stain of blood on the cuff. The man groaned, his head falling forward as a fresh stream of blood dripped out from his busted nose.“I’m guessing you work for the Vitallos” I said, my voice was low and steady.The man didn't move.I sighed, crouching. My face only a few inches away from the battered man’s, grabbing his chin, I forced his head up. Our eyes met and for a moment I hesitated.“Do you know why you are here?” I questioned. My tone was conversational, practically like we were sharing drinks at a bar.“I…. I don't know what you're talking about” he choked out, but the fear in his green eyes was very obvious.I chuckled softly, shaking my head. It was the kind of laugh that had made
GabriellaThere was a little bounce in my steps as I went up the staircase towards my room, a smile tugged the corners of my lips as the memory of Dante laughing earlier replayed in my mind. I was humming a tune when I came to an abrupt halt.She was there.Sofia was sitting very casually on the bed like she owned it. Her red dress clung loosely to her curves and her bold red lipstick matched the smirk playing on her lips. The malice I saw in her eyes the moment our gaze met sent a cold chill down my spine.“Sofia” I said, setting the shopping bags I carried on the table, my voice was louder than I had expected it to be. “What are you doing in my room?”Her eyes shined with amusement as she crossed her legs. “Oh, I see you’ve learnt my name”I went further into the room, the tension in the air thick as I felt like an intruder in my own room. “Does Dante know you are—““Dante?” She interrupted mockingly. “Of course he knows, he gave me the go ahead to do anything I want” she smirked, t
Gabriella“Don’t fucking touch me!” I snapped. Turning away from my husband as I felt his hand roaming my body.I had been woken up by the door clicking shut when he came in but had pretended to be asleep, hoping he would leave me alone. Bt of course, he didn't. I didn't know why I felt so hurt by what happened with Sophia earlier. It wasn't like I was in love with Dante.Hell! I didn't even like him. But knowing that your husband was cheating and worse, the other lady lives in the same house with you, messes with your self-esteem.And from that moment I made up my mind to stop feeling sorry for myself, no more pity parties. I curled up into my pillow, ignoring him even though I could feel the heat coming off him. Just as I thought he would give up and leave me alone, he grabbed me roughly, flipping me onto my back, his face was almost touching mine and I could feel his breath on my lips. He looked pissed as fuck and my courage almost deserted me. “Say that again and i’ll have no
Dante The voices of my men carried faintly through the house as I made my way down the stairs. The weight of the Glock in my hand felt familiar, grounding me as I checked the magazine. Fully loaded.I slid the weapon into the waistband of my jeans, adjusting it until the cool metal rested against my skin. When I entered the sitting room, every conversation stopped. The air grew heavy, and all eyes shifted toward me. My men were already on edge, like they could sense the tension I carried with me like a storm cloud. “Luca,” I said as I took my seat, the chair creaking under my weight. “Status.” Luca, the crew’s tech wizard, moved quickly, setting his laptop in front of me. The screen flickered to life, displaying a live feed.Nonna lay on a narrow bed in a small, dark room. She looked peaceful, her chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. For a moment, my grip on the armrest loosened. Then the rage within me spiked all over again. She didn’t belong there. Locked away like a
GabriellaI will always hate him.That was my first thought as I woke up, there was a dull ache in between my thighs that reminded me of what he had done. Again.But there was no tears this time, all I had was rage. A seething rage that threatened to consume me as I swung out of bed. Every move shot a sharp pain up my thigh. I thought I could endure this life, thought I could find a way to survive in this world without losing myself. But I was wrongThe room was dark and a brief glance at the wall clock told me what I needed to know. I had overslept and it was almost night. I took a step towards the bathroom and that was when my eyes landed on the vanity. There was a bouquet of roses that I know must be from him. The vivid petals in a beautiful crystal vase mocked me. Next to it was a diamond necklace, a glittering chain of false apologies.I felt a little relieved that he had not carried out his earlier threat. That he had not passed me around to his men like some broken toy, but t
The man tugged his baseball cap low over his face, while steadily avoiding the cameras. He looked down the corridor to make sure there was no one around before slipping into the room.The hospital room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor. Nonna lay still, her eyes closed with a tube in her mouth. The lights were dim which casted soft shadows across the sterile white walls.He stood by the bed, his hands were stuffed into the pockets of his dark coat. Minutes ticked by as he kept watching her, almost refusing to let go. The woman who had raised him when no one else had cared to.The woman who had wiped his tears when he was a child, she had taught him how to say his prayers and how to survive in a world that had no softness for people like them. And now she was here, trapped in a bed, her frail body covered in tubes and wires. A ventilator forced air into her lungs with an unnatural hiss. Her chest rose and fell, but it wasn’t real breathing. Machines were k
She had thrown herself in front of me. I could still hear the gunfire echoing in my ears, tormenting me. Two to the chest. One to the abdomen. I could not stop my hands from shaking as I applied more pressure to the wound.Matteo was sitting against the car, his knees pulled up while his face was buried in his hands. Useless. He was always useless in situations like this. I called his name, my voice barely breaking through the thick haze of my panic. “Matteo.” I called loudly but there was no response. He wasn’t there. Only his body was, and his mind was somewhere else entirely.“Matteo!” I shouted, shaking him from whatever daze he had fallen into. His head snapped up. “Dante…” He responded finally but his voice was distant, his eyes glassy like he wasn’t actually seeing me. Nonna stirred in my arms, her breaths were coming in short, labored gasps. She lifted her weak and trembling hand to my cheek, cradling my cheek. Her fingers left warm streaks of blood on my skin and
DanteThe air in the lounge was thick with tension. Rafe’s men had their guns drawn, their fingers twitching over the triggers. But Rafe wasn’t hiding behind them—no, he was right in my face, gripping my collar so tightly I could feel his breath against my skin. “I could kill you right now and take that video,” he growled, his eyes locked onto mine. I let out a sharp, amused laugh. “You haven’t changed a bit, Rafe. Still predictable. Still incapable of thinking outside the box.” I yanked myself free from his grasp, straightening my suit with deliberate ease. “And that, my friend, will always be your weakness.” I finished.I let the words sink in before raising a brow. “Do you really think that’s the only copy?” My smirk widened as I watched his jaw clench. “This is evidence you don’t want getting out.” Rafe’s knuckles went white as he gripped the table, his eyes burning with rage, but he didn’t say a word. “So, this is how you do business now?” he finally ground out, gestur
Dante“Cut the shit." I said acidly.I was done playing games.Rafael sat across from me, lounging in his chair like a king on his throne. The dimly lit VIP lounge smelled of expensive cigars, whiskey, and power. Outside, the lounge throbbed with life—bodies moving to the heavy bass, laughter and shouting blending into the music. But in here, it was just the two of us. A battlefield made of velvet seats and polished wood.Rafael smirked, taking a slow drag from his cigar. "Damn, Dante. You haven’t changed. Always so serious.""Cut to the chase, Rafe. You know why I’m here." I said through clenched teeth.Not long after we split, Rafael merged his growing operation with his family's empire. And conveniently, a few years later, his father and brother died in a plane crash, leaving Rafe as the head of the Gambino family.I knew exactly how far he was willing to go to get what he wanted.His smirk deepened. He leaned back in his chair as he puffed out a cloud of smoke. "Oh yes. Nonna." He
She hadn't known about them.Not about the men her daughter had become entangled with. Not about the choices that had led them here. All she knew was that she had been searching—searching for a daughter who had vanished into the shadows of a world she never understood. The family business had crashed not long after their mother left but through it all she had loved the boys. Took them in and shown them the love that had been lacking all their lives. Everyday she had told Matteo about their mother since he had been too young to remember her.Not long after moving in with Nonna, Dante had left for New York. He needed something more, something solid to hold onto and it wasn’t long before he met Rafael. The Gambinos had always been powerful. Dangerous. A name that made men lower their voices and watch their backs. Rafael’s father ran the family back then, with his older brother next in line. But Rafael wanted his own legacy. So did Dante. They had been just two young men, desperate
Dante adjusted his suit jacket as he stepped out of the vehicle, inhaling deeply in a futile attempt to steady himself. The night was thick with the scent of rain on pavement, but the air felt heavy—oppressive. Rafael Gambino had set up this meeting, calling it a negotiation over his grandmother’s release and the so-called deal. But Dante knew better. This wasn’t a discussion; it was a power play. The club loomed before him, pulsating with deep bass, the neon glow painting shadows along the brick walls. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat, the scent of expensive liquor mixing with cheap perfume. The bar was bathed in shifting colored lights, illuminating crystal glasses filled with dark amber liquid. Strippers moved languidly, their bodies twisting around poles, their laughter dissolving into the music. Dante barely noticed any of it. His throat was dry, but he wasn’t here for a drink. His mind was locked on one thing—Nonna. He forced his shoulders to stay relaxed as
“Fuck! Fuck!” Matteo said repeatedly as he slammed the chair against the wall with a force that shattered it into splinters. He was standing in the middle of the room, his heart pounding and his head filled with anger and hurt.Marco’s betrayal cut deep today. The Vitallo had used him, turning him into a pawn to reach Dante. Matteo had believed he was in control, but now he saw he had been manipulated all along.He sank onto the floor, staring at the broken chair pieces. “Fuck!” he muttered under his breath. Every piece of wood on the ground reminded him of how his trust had been shattered. In that moment, he felt as if his whole life was splintered like the chair.Outside, the sound of a car approaching made him sit up. He went to the window and pulled the curtain aside just a little, careful not to be seen. In the parking lot, he could make out Dante’s figure alongside two others.Rico, who always tried to be strong, looked barely able to stand, while Gio and Leo carried their ow
The high-pitched ringing in his ears drowned out everything else.His vision swam, a murky blur of smoke and shadows. His fingers trembled as he reached up to wipe the blood from his forehead, but even that small movement sent a wave of nausea crashing over him. What the hell had just happened? The memories came in jagged flashes—Rico behind the wheel, his knuckles white on the steering column. The sudden lurch of the vehicle as they lost control. The sickening crunch of metal against concrete. Then nothing. Coughing, he tried to move, but the seatbelt bit into his chest wickedly. He gritted his teeth, blinking rapidly as the smoke thickened, curling around him. Instinct took over.He fumbled with the buckle, finally freeing himself. He tried the door, shoving with all the strength he had left, but it wouldn’t budge. Through the haze, he noticed movement. He heard feet crunching against broken glass and debris. Strangers. Dante’s pulse spiked. He strained to focus, but his vis
DanteThe room was empty. Completely empty.No Nonna. No signs of her. The only item left behind was a chair tipped on its side and the faint smell of smoke lingering in the air. Behind me, Gio’s voice wavered. “Boss…what now?”I didn’t answer. My jaw clenched, my mind racing as I stared at the emptiness before me. Something was off. I could feel it before I even heard Luca’s panicked voice crackle through the comms.“B-Boss, we’re taking fire!”I swung into action immediately. “Move!” I barked to my men and we bolted from the room. Smoke was already seeping in from beneath the main door. My stomach sank. They’d trapped us.Aldo was pacing, wide-eyed, breathing hard. The big guy didn’t handle tight spaces well. “Boss,” he muttered, his hands trembling. “I can’t—”“Messa a fuoco!” I snapped, gripping his shoulder. “Focus. We get through this, or we don’t get out.”I pulled out my gun. “Stay behind me,” I ordered. Three quick shots to the lock, and then I kicked the door open. Smoke b