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ELEANOR I felt a sudden poke on both sides of my waist, and I jumped, startled. I whipped around, only to find Enzo standing behind me, a playful smirk on his face. I wasn’t expecting him to follow me into the kitchen. I had hoped for space, to be alone for a bit, to figure out what was going on inside my head. But he was persistent, always trying to keep the moment going.I didn’t turn to look at him. I just stood there, facing the counter, hoping he would get the hint and leave me alone. But he didn’t."What's going on, Eleanor? You’ve gone all quiet on me," he asked, his voice carrying that same flirtatious tone he’d used earlier.I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. The way he was talking, trying to be flirty and charming, I wasn’t in the mood for it anymore. The space between us felt heavy, and I was desperate for air. The heat from earlier had already faded, and now I just felt drained. All I wanted was to be alone with my thoughts, to figure out why I had let things go so far in th
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ELEANOR It had been quiet here for days now, and I had gotten used to the silence. Since the argument with Enzo, everything felt strange, like the calm after a storm. I hadn’t seen him since he left, and honestly, I didn’t want to. Now I was alone, alone in this big house with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company.Armando hadn’t returned from his trip yet, and I had no idea when he was coming back. His absence always gave me a sense of freedom that I cherished, but there was also this strange loneliness creeping in. He had laid off all the staff again—permanently this time. That meant no more Isabella. It was just me in this huge mansion, taking care of everything.I didn’t mind the chores. Actually, having something to do helped distract me from my thoughts. Cleaning the rooms, doing the laundry, preparing meals—even if they were just for myself—kept my mind occupied. But when the tasks were done, when the house was spotless and quiet again, the boredom would set in.I would s
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ARMANDO I strode into the house with my men behind me, each step deliberate, every move sending a message of who owned this place—and that wasn’t just a figure of speech. The others stayed outside, taking their positions at every entry point, covering each corner of the house the way they were trained to.Inside, I shrugged off my hat and then my coat, passing both to one of the men who’d followed me in. He moved fast, hanging them on the coat stand without a sound.Stepping farther into the room, I caught sight of Eleanor cleaning the seats, her hands moving quickly over the spotless leather. She’d been at it for a while from the looks of it. I expected her to greet me as usual, and she didn’t disappoint.“Good evening, Mr. Armando,” she said, dropping a slight curtsy as she spoke. She kept her head low, respectful—tame. The wildness she’d once shown, that fiery defiance, was nowhere to be seen. Now, she worked quietly, doing exactly what was expected. That was more like it.I didn’
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ARMANDO I paced my office, a glass of whiskey in hand and my thoughts drifting to old memories. It felt strange doubting Lorenzo, Alessandro, and even Giuseppe, but here I was, questioning the loyalty of men I had raised from the streets.Lorenzo and Alessandro were identical twins, impossible to tell apart at first. I still remembered the night when I had first seen them in that filthy underground fight club, blood on their fists, and murder in their eyes. They were more like two sides of a single blade, each one moving in perfect sync with the other, striking as though they shared the same pulse. They weren’t just street fighters—they were something else, something raw and vicious. I watched as they took down every poor bastard that stepped into that cage, squeezing the life out of their opponents until they lay still on the ground.It was that unity, that unbreakable bond between them, that had caught my eye. Men like that could be molded, given purpose and made useful. So when
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Armando’s plan was already in motion. He leaned back in his sofa—a whiskey glass in hand—as he let his eyes drift across the sprawling night view of New York cityAfter a while, he picked up his phone, glanced at his watch, then dialed Matteo.“Matteo,” he said, his tone casual but clipped. “She’s here?”“Yes, boss.”“Good. Bring her up.”Minutes later, there was a soft knock on his room's door. “Come in,” he called, then Matteo opened the door and let her in.The room was almost dark, only illuminated by the dim lamps at each corner. Armando was busy with his glass, not bothering to look up until she was right in front of him.The woman—a tall brunette with striking features and sharp red lipstick—looked every bit the part he’d ordered. He didn't need any more distractions, only a way to be relieved of his stress. And as for Eleanor, he was looking to make a statement.* * * * * * * *ELEANOR I glanced at the time and it was eleven o'clock—late by anyone’s standards, but here I w
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ELEANOR I let out a slow, shaky breath, and finally, I nodded. Without another word, I turned around, my back now facing him, and every nerve in my body on high alert.My heart pounded painfully in my chest as my eyes flickered to the gun on the dresser, its dark metal gleaming under the dim lights of Armando’s room. I had no idea if it was loaded or not, but I wasn’t about to find out. My hands trembled by my sides, and when I finally found my voice, it came out low, nearly a whisper.“What… what do you want from me this time?”I could feel his eyes on me, the weight of his gaze heavy, making it hard to breathe. He leaned in close, so close I could feel his breath on my ear, and then he whispered, his voice stiff and commanding, “Shhh… be quiet.”A cold shiver slid down my spine, my heartbeat skidding as my stomach dropped. I shut my eyes, feeling them sting as tears started to form. I didn’t know what he was about to do, but he wasn’t messing around.I heard him open the drawer, th
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ELEANOR Armando certainly did not listen to me. Instead, he reached out for his dresser again, this time pulling out some kind of cloth from another one of the drawers. I stood there tensed, watching as he brought it up to my mouth.“No, please—” I managed to say before he slipped it between my lips, tying it tight around the back of my head. I bit down, the cloth filling my mouth, muffling any sound I tried to make.He stood back, his expression unreadable. “Better,” he muttered, more to himself than to me. The heat between us—in the entire room as well, was unbearable. Every nerve in my body was on edge and my legs trembled so much they could hardly hold me up. My breaths came in sharp gasps, muffled by the cloth tied between my lips. And just when I felt my knees were about to fail me, Armando's strong arms caught me. Without a word, he lifted me and tossed me onto his bed. I landed on the large soft mattress, but there was nothing comforting about it. My heart pounded wildly, f
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ELEANOR Armando’s grunt pulled me from my thoughts, grounding me in the reality of what I'd just witnessed. My heart hammered as I tried to process the swirl of emotions that had forced themselves on me—a strange, nauseating blend of anger, embarrassment, and a sickened curiosity I didn’t want to admit to.I didn’t know what to feel. Part of me was disgusted with myself for even feeling anything at all. The whole thing was insane, but I couldn’t stop myself from feeling something.Armando poured himself a glass of whiskey, downing it in one go, his head dropping towards the floor and his face expressionless. He seemed elsewhere, as if lost in thought. For a moment, I thought he’d forget about me—bound and gagged on his bed, until he turned around—without a word—and tossed a wad of cash at his fling.“Take that, go in there...” he said in a low mutter, gesturing towards the bathroom door, “…clean up, and get out.” He continued.She blinked, then held the blanket around herself tight
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ELEANOR“You’re lucky I’m not the kind of man who doesn’t ask for consent,” Armando continued, his tone low but cutting. “Or I’d have had you right here and now without a second thought.”My heart skipped, and my pulse spiked at the subtle threat laced in his voice. I clenched my fists at my sides, forcing myself to breathe. I wouldn’t let him see how his words rattled me, how much they cut straight to the core of my fear.I swallowed hard as he lifted my chin. “You’d end up in jail.“ I shot back, my voice sharper than I felt inside. “And honestly… that doesn’t sound so bad for someone like you.” I added, letting spite creep into my tone.For a second, there was silence. Then Armando let out a low, dangerous laugh—a sound that sent chills down my spine. He tilted his head, his smirk sharp and mocking.“Well,” he said, dragging the word out, “if you want me to go to jail so badly, I might as well use you as my free pass.”He then moved his arm suddenly, bringing it close to my chest in
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ELEANORThe gentle hum of the limo filled the silence as we drove out of the hospital's compound. I leaned back against the plush seat—the outside world blurring into nothingness—as I stared outside the window, feeling hollow as though a piece of me had just been left behind.What made it worse was the glimpse of that nurse. I was almost certain she was the one but I couldn’t approach her because Matteo just had to be there like a shadow trailing me everywhere.The doctor’s words began to replay—like some sort of whisper—in my head. She seemed to be a kind woman—middle-aged with sharp glasses perched on her nose—and her demeanor was assuring as she’d handed me a prescription list, speaking in a tone that made it sound like she genuinely cared.“You’ll need to take these as directed,” she had said in a tone that was both soft and firm at the same time. “Three times a day after meals. Don’t skip a dose. And also try to get good rest as much as possible.”Then she’d given me a small, enc
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ELEANORThe receptionist waved over a male nurse—gesturing toward where we had sat—and he approached quickly, a polite but professional expression on his face. “Right this way, sir,” he said, his voice calm and steady.Armando stood—adjusting his coat with a deliberate motion—and then he glanced at me. His look wasn’t harsh, but it carried a silent command. It was clear he expected me to walk ahead of him.I stood slowly, feeling the weight of the awkwardness I’d been carrying since we arrived. Matteo—ever silent and watchful—followed closely behind as we began to walk. The nurse led the way—his strides steady and purposeful—and I found myself matching his pace, though my gaze kept drifting.The further we moved away from the reception area, the more relieved I felt. The burning stares and muffled whispers of the queue had left an imprint on me, but at least now I could breathe without the judgment of strangers pressing down on me. Armando had a way of making every public moment feel
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ELEANORArmando’s words kept playing over and over in my head as I hurriedly rummaged through my wardrobe. The tone he used left no room for argument, and I didn’t need anyone to tell me that if I didn’t act quickly, his temper would explode. The massive mansion—which sometimes felt like a labyrinth—was suddenly suffocating once again, its walls closing in as the weight of the previous evening’s events pressed down on me. My mind flashed to the blood, the screams, the gunshots—all too much that I could barely think straight.I pulled out a sleeveless white gown—simple but neat—and slipped it on. I didn’t have time to fuss over accessories or the perfect look, especially because Armando wasn’t exactly the type to wait and I didn’t want to test his patience today. I quickly applied a light layer of makeup—enough to mask my tired eyes and pale complexion—and glanced at myself in the mirror. It wasn’t perfect, but it would have to do.Taking a deep breath, I made my way downstairs. Each s
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ARMANDO The ride back to the mansion was silent, but my head wasn’t. I couldn’t shake the image of Enzo’s face—cold and lifeless—in that bag. It played on a loop in my mind, every detail—the stiffness of his features, the unnatural stillness—etching deeper with each passing second. It wasn’t just grief that gripped me. It was anger—burning, unrelenting anger.I sat in the back seat, staring out at the rain-dotted windows with my jaw clenched so tightly that it ached a bit. The thirst for revenge was clawing at me—demanding I act, but I couldn’t afford to be reckless just yet. The police sniffing around my operations was something I just couldn’t afford at the moment.When the limo pulled into the driveway, Matteo jumped out even before the chauffeur had fully parked. He opened the door for me—holding an umbrella in one hand. “It’s starting to pour boss. Let me—”I waved him off and stepped out into the rain, ignoring the drizzle that quickly turned into a steady downpour. The cold wa
