“L– let go, you're hurting me,” I whimpered. His hold loosened and I took the opportunity to jump off his lap, and took a few frightened steps back. He watched me with an intense gaze for a while before standing up and slowly closing the distance I created, but with every step he took, I doubled the steps back. My heart was trembling, so were my legs. The man I knew could not be found in the man walking towards me. The Demir that was staring at me at that moment looked like he'd kill me. Every hair on my body stood on ends, and my heart beat was so chaotic that my head was growing light. “Don't move, Rena,” he ordered, his voice growing more menacing. Instead of listening, I turned and bolted towards the door as my survival instinct kicked in. But before I could reach, the door was suddenly slammed shut. My heart dropped and I swiftly turned to face him, my palms were sweaty now and my whole body was trembling with fear. I didn't want to die yet. Not now that I had a l
Kaan’s POV. I knew it. From the moment she stepped back into the private room, after going to the restroom for a couple of minutes, I knew something was wrong. She tried to conceal her expression but she couldn't hide it from me. I knew she was mad at me, but I had no idea why, until I saw that bastard, Luca. Whatever he told her to make her hate me to the extent of readying herself for death instead of confronting me with me, must have been Rena's bottomline. But what was that? It's been two days since then, and she still hasn't spoken to me. I'd tried every way possible to make her talk. I coaxed her, I grew mad, but whenever I was fierce, she would draw back into that scared shell and I really hated to see her looking so scared and vulnerable. I couldn't even remember how many times I'd knocked on her door today, but she wouldn't open up. It was locked. I didn't want to break the door open, but the maid said she hadn't eaten anything for two days. That was it. I'd had e
Rena’s POV. Lies… lies… and more lies!! “I didn't kill the Yaman family. Your family sought my protection.” I froze, my fists still clenched, as his words cut through the haze of my anger. What was he talking about? Protection? My family had never needed protection from anyone. We were a happy, normal family... until they were brutally taken from me. I took a step back, my eyes narrowing. "You're lying," I spat, my voice trembling with rage. "My family was innocent. They had nothing to do with your mafia world." Demir's expression remained calm, but I saw a flicker of something in his eyes. Guilt? Regret? I didn't care. I just wanted the truth, one I knew he wouldn't tell me. "Tell me what really happened," I demanded, my voice cracking with emotion. "Tell me why you killed my family.” I didn't know why I was expecting him to come clean, to tell me everything on his own accord, even though I knew he was a pathological liar. He closed his eyes for a while, then sighed as h
Rena’s POV. “So, what happened?” I was eager to know. My anger had long been forgotten. Even though I was overwhelmed by the stories, my questions needed to be answered. For two days, I'd almost gone crazy in this room. I was filled with anger at the same time, questions upon questions consumed me. That was why I opened the door for him. But who would have thought I would be hearing things I never imagined? Whether Luca lied or Demir was pulling a wool over my eyes, the truth would always have a way of presenting itself. “Her family were angry at her for ditching her betrothed for a mafia member, whose only religion was guns. But your aunt was stubborn and in love. When her family found out she was pregnant, they disowned her, and she came to live with her man.” He looked down at his hands. “These hands pulled his body out from an exploded car. These same hands also delivered their child before your aunt passed away.” He looked at me, as if understanding my thoughts, he continued
“Rena,” his fingers quivered as they brushed my cheek. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he shut his eyes for a while, then opened them again. “Don't pull that stunt next time. Take it out on me when you're mad. Talk to me when you're confused, sad, or frustrated…don't shut me out again, don't do that. It makes me wild and crazy.” Demir's breath shook as he tried hard to suppress the emotions he clearly couldn't control, “I don't know what to do when you shut me out - when you won't speak to me. It drives me insane." I wrapped my arms around Demir's neck, pulling him close as I sat up. He didn't resist, instead, he buried his face in the crook of my chest, his ragged breathing sending shivers down my spine. I held him tightly, trying to calm the storm that raged within him. "Shh…I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. I won't shut you out anymore. I'll listen to you henceforth, believe every word you say, and never doubt you ever again.” I whispered softly, hoping my assurance would calm hi
Warning: R - 18Rena~My whole body ached. Demir had never treated my body like this before. Staring at the numerous hickeys, I swallowed as memories of last night flooded my mind. He tied my hands with his tie, my eyes blindfolded, and legs tied to the bed, leaving me completely at his mercy. A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered the way Demir's hands had roamed over my body, teasing and tantalizing me until I was begging and tearing up. The blindfold had heightened my senses, making every touch feel like a jolt of electricity. And the tie binding my wrists had added an extra layer of excitement, making me feel like I had no control over anything. I had never felt so alive, so desired, and so desperate to be drilled. And he didn't disappoint my expectations. The sex was so good that I cried tears of joy. And now, despite my aching body, I was craving him again. I bit my lips as my finger slid into my dripping core. A soft moan escaped my lips as my aroused clit tingled, sen
Rena~“Where do you want to be touched?” I felt a rush of heat spread through my body at Demir's question. His eyes bored into my nakedness as I spread out in the half filled bathtub. I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. "Everywhere," I stammered. Demir's gaze bore into mine, as if he could see right through me. He took a step closer, his body inches from mine. "Show me," he whispered. My hands roamed my body, one grabbing my breast and the other lowering down to my core.“How were you doing it earlier?” My fingers slid in and out, accompanied by the warm water, as I showed him what he wanted to see. “You were moaning.” I bit my lip seductively, unwilling to moan. If he wanted to hear me moan, he should make me. My thrusts grew faster watching him as I teased myself. “Aren't you tempted, Mr. Kaan?” I asked in a sultry voice. “I am,” she stepped into the bathtub and knelt beside me, his big palm covering mine as his finger slid in, meeting mine inside. I stared into his
Luca's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he searched for any sign of deception. But I held my ground, my expression unwavering. Bianca, on the other hand, looked like she had been punched in the gut. Her eyes were wide with shock, her face pale. She seemed to be struggling to process the fact that I already knew the truth about Kaan Ferrente, yet still remained with him. “If you knew, why are you still with him?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it was laced with a mix of confusion, concern, and accusation. I met her gaze, my expression still neutral, but a hint of steel creeping into my voice. "That's none of your business, Bianca," I said, my words clipped. "You lost the right to question my choices when you abandoned me." I paused, my eyes never leaving hers. "But I'll tell you this; I'm not as naive as I used to be. I know how to take care of myself, and I know how to play the game Kaan started. He killed my family, and I won't let him off, neither will I let you, Bia
Kaan~Five years.Five goddamn years. I built an empire in that time. United the mafia families under my rule, spilled rivers of blood to become the overlord of Italy's underworld. Those politicians, businessmen, bankers, and demons who pushed Pablo to go against me, I made them all bleed. Slit their throats one after the other. I made men kneel, buried traitors, burned cities. And my name clawed its way to the most ruthless and most feared Overlord in history. I did it all, for her. For them. But no crown, no throne, no victory ever filled the void her silence left.And now… now the silence was broken.The moment I got the call, my heart stopped. She was awake, the doctor said. Just two words, but they shattered me more than any bullet ever could. I drove like a madman, ignoring every red light, every law, every rule except the one screaming in my chest: Get to her! The guards at the hospital entrance stood aside without a word. They knew better than to stop me. I stormed through
Alessia~They say you don’t hear the bullet that kills you.But I heard it.Not in the way of metal ripping through flesh – but in the silence before it. The moment the world goes still. When your heart finally realizes it’s run out of reasons to beat.That’s what I felt when I heard Kaan had taken Pablo’s head.He came for us like death with a vendetta. A storm that remembered every name. A god, bleeding but unbroken. I should’ve known he’d survive. I should’ve known love wouldn’t be enough to kill a man like him.Because I tried. God help me, I tried.I loved him once. Maybe I always did. But you can’t love a storm and expect to stay dry. You can’t want the throne and the king. And I wanted it all.That’s what ruined me.We’re hiding in what’s left of the Castellano estate. It’s nothing now – cracked walls, shattered marble, the perfume of gunpowder curling through the halls like incense for the dead. My people are scattered. My second-in-command is missing. And I have a bullet lodg
Kaan ~He holed up in a countryside villa near Caltanissetta, surrounded by luxury and fools. It was almost funny. He always thought money made him untouchable. Now, he hid behind marble walls while my soldiers scale them like wolves.We breach the gates in under three minutes.I stormed the hall myself – gun in one hand, machete in the other. Pablo’s men scatter like insects. I killed three before they could blink. Matteo dropped the guards near the staircase. Blood slicked the floors. Screams echoed off the high ceilings.Pablo tried to run but I seized him by the throat. He said a lot of jargon, but I only asked one question:“Who went after my family?”Without hesitation, he gave her up. “Alessia! It– It was her doing. I tried to talk her out of –”I drove the machete through his chest. I didn't care about his nonsense. I watched the horror in his eyes, the regret, and remorse. But it was too late. He should have listened when I warned him. Two down, one more to go. *******Pabl
Kaan ~He didn't speak. He was brave. But not brave enough. “Bang!” I put a bullet through his kneecap.“Ahhh!!” He screamed like a pig on a butcher table.“I’ll ask once more.”His lips tremble. “The Al…I don’t know her name, just…the Alessandro woman and Pablo. They brought maps. Codes. Said they had someone close to Ferrente feeding intel.”I already knew.But hearing it confirmed the truth I’d been avoiding.“I want every man vetted. Every file reviewed. If they’ve looked at me wrong in the last year, I want their head on my desk,” I snarl at Matteo.He nodded, his face paled. He was scared of me, I could see it. I take one last look toward the sea, where the fog has swallowed the horizon whole.You want a war, Alessia?You’ll choke on it.… We burned the docks by morning.No more shadows for the Vipers to hide in. No more Alessandro scouts weaving through cargo yards under the flag of smoke. The flames licked the sky like a beacon. But victory tasted like ash when you knew it
Kaan~I was halfway to Catania when the call came in.One ring.Two.Then silence.It wasn’t unusual. Not for men like me. Sometimes silence was safer. Cleaner. But something in my gut twisted the wrong way. Something colder than instinct, sharper than a blade. I stared out the window of the moving car, watching Sicily blur past.Then the second phone rang – the one no one was supposed to use, except one person. I picked it up immediately.“Soni?”Her voice was cracked glass. Choked with dust. “D– Dad…?”My blood froze. “Talk.”“They bombed it. The villa. It's – it’s all gone.”Everything stopped. My lungs. My pulse. The world. “What?”“I got her out. B– but Rena…. She… she's receiving medical care. We’re in the tunnels now.”“Turn the car around!” I barked the order. My driver didn’t even ask. He saw my face, and the fear in his eyes was answer enough.“Who did this?” I asked, voice low. I already know. It couldn't have been anyone but Pablo. “Dad?” she called. “Burn them to the gr
Rena~I knew something was wrong. When he kissed my forehead and my stomach, I was awake. But I didn't stop him from leaving. I knew it was important. I knew that to build a safe haven for our child, he needed to weed the poison out of the roots first.Still, when the door clicked shut and his footsteps faded into silence, my chest felt hollow.I rolled onto my side, placing a protective hand over my still-flat belly as I strained myself to get the note he left for me. It was a lullaby. I chuckled despite myself, because I couldn't tell if it was for me or our baby. But either way, I read it aloud, softly, my voice cracking with emotion."Little light in darkest night,Rest your soul, the world’s alright.Though I walk through storms and flame,My heart returns when you whisper my name."I pressed the paper to my lips, breathing in his scent faintly lingering on it. The tears came quickly - warm and silent - because it was for both of us. And because I knew what it meant.He was walk
Kaan~She looked at me like the whole world had just changed.And it had.The doctor’s words echoed over and over in my mind, warping time itself.Pregnant.My Little cat, my woman, my wife, was carrying my child.I couldn’t move at first. Couldn’t speak. I just stared at her, at the disbelief and wonder lighting up her beautiful face. The soft shine in her eyes. The tears she didn’t try to hide.And suddenly, nothing else mattered.Not the blood I’ve spilled. Not the empire I built. Not the war that was still waiting just outside the hospital walls.None of it.Only her.Only this moment.I dropped to my knees before her and laid my hands over her belly like it was holy. I bowed my head – not because I was defeated – but because I was undone. By her. By this.“Thank you,” I whispered, my voice too full to be strong.She touched my hair, so gently I nearly broke apart.I pressed my lips to the soft cotton of her dress, right where our child was growing, and closed my eyes. I couldn’t
Rena~His mouth was fire. His hands were everywhere. He pressed me down into the sheets like he was afraid I’d vanish if he let go. I could feel it - his desperation, his need, his relief.My robe fell open. His shirt followed. The space between us became airless.“I thought of you every night,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “I counted the days.” I said as my fingers desperately worked on his belt. Even after I was discharged from the hospital, he didn't touch me, afraid he'd hurt me. But it's been almost two weeks and I couldn't wait anymore. “You didn’t lose count?” His lips curled, his nose brushing against mine. “No. I carved each one into my bones.” The sound of his belt leaving his trousers as I pulled filled the air. He froze above me, eyes darkened, full of something dangerous and tender. “Say it again.”“I missed you,” I whispered. “I missed you so much, it hurt. I thought I'd die.”He kissed me. I moaned, my body arching from the bed, wanting to feel the heat of his body,
Pablo~They were all fools.The mayor. The other dons. Even Kaan, with his clean-cut suits and those sharp, unforgiving eyes. He thought peace could be bought with threats and forced surrender.I chuckled. The fool didn’t know we were already sharpening the knives, waiting impatiently to butcher him. The general meeting ended at dusk with Kaan’s agreement for a ceasefire, rebuilding the city, and unity for Sicily’s sake. The mayor looked like he'd die if Kaan didn't agree. And when the idiot did, the Mayor was like a newlywed, married for love. Stupid. It was comical. Kaan looked smug when Alessia stood and bowed her head to him, declaring surrender, begging him not to hurt her clan. What a performance, what a laughable joke. Everything made me laugh. Honestly, I couldn't stop laughing, even now. That bitch played him. She baited him. And the so-called almighty Kaan fell for it. “Hahahaha…!… We met an hour later in an abandoned stone chapel on the outskirts of Trapani. The per