RYAN I fumbled for gauze, pressing it against Rafael’s leg. He hissed sharply, his hands gripping the seat so tightly his knuckles turned white.Oh, God. I was going to kill him. I was actually going to kill him.“Stop being dramatic,” I muttered, hoping he couldn’t hear the terror in my voice.Rafael let out a weak chuckle. “Says the guy shaking like he’s the one bleeding out.”I forced a breath, pressing the gauze harder to stop the bleeding. “I’m just making sure I do this right.”“You better,” Rafael gritted out. “Because if I die in this van, I swear I’ll haunt your ass.”Great. Now I had two ghosts threatening me tonight.I needed to wrap this up. Fast.I grabbed the bandages and tightened them around his leg, my stomach twisting at the sight of blood seeping through.This wasn’t right.I wasn’t right.I didn’t know if I was doing this correctly, and if Ricardo found out…I swallowed. No. Focus on keeping Rafael alive first.“Is he stable?” one of the men demanded.I forced a n
RAFAELI smiled as Ryan walked out, the door clicking shut behind him. Perfect. The pain in my leg was nothing compared to the satisfaction humming through me. I had planned this… every second of it. The gunshot, the blood, the panic in Ryan’s eyes as he fumbled to save me. And it had worked. I exhaled, leaning back against the pillows, my fingers tracing the bandages on my thigh. I had shot myself. Intentionally. Just to get closer to him. I exhaled, tilting my head back against the pillow. What the hell was wrong with me?I’d done a lot of reckless things in my life. But shooting myself just to have a reason to be near someone? That was a new low… even for me.And yet… I didn’t regret it.I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to worry about me. And now? Now, he would. Ricardo wanted Ryan as a puppet… a tool to control, to use. But I didn’t. I didn’t want to break him. I just wanted… Him. His attention. His hands on me. I didn’t care that he had a girlfri
RYANI didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what the fuck to do. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Getting close to Rafael was part of the plan… gain his trust, dig for information, find out if he was the one who ordered my mother’s death. But this? This wasn’t just close. This was reckless. This was dangerous. This was stupid. Lucas would lose his shit if he found out. And Bella… fuck, Bella. But Rafael’s fingers were already on my belt, his eyes dark with something that made my pulse spike. Tell him to stop.That’s what I should’ve done. That’s what I needed to do. But then his hand slid lower, and…Fuck. I sucked in a sharp breath as Rafael’s fingers curled around my dick, his thumb dragging over the tip in a slow, deliberate stroke. My jaw clenched. I should’ve pushed him away. I should’ve. But I didn’t. Instead, I stood there like an idiot, my hands fisting at my sides, my body betraying me with every ragged breath. Rafael smirked up at me, hi
RICARDORyan’s eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?”I leaned against the door, crossing my arms. “You heard me. Why the hell were you both a doctor and a stripper?"Ryan scoffed, shaking his head. "Because I can do whatever the fuck I want."My brow arched, my lips pressing into a thin line. "You were saving lives by day and taking your clothes off by night? Sounds like a contradiction.”He crossed his arms over his chest. “You done prying into my life?”I shrugged. “Not quite.”His jaw tightened. “Well, I am.”I closed the distance between us. “I’m still waiting.”“For what?”“For you to strip.”Ryan let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Not happening.”I arched a brow. “You’ve done it before.”“Yeah, and I’ll do it again,” he shot back, stepping closer. “But not for an ingrate like you.”My smirk deepened. “An ingrate?”Ryan jabbed a finger into my chest. “Yeah. You. Always acting like the world owes you something. Newsflash, Ricardo… nobody does.”I caught his wrist, gripping it just tight eno
RYANI looked up, my breath still heavy, just in time to see Rafael lower his gun. The man who had been sent to kill me dropped to the floor, clutching his bleeding leg and groaning in pain.What the hell was happening?My heart pounded against my ribs as I pushed myself upright, my body still tense from the shock. Rafael’s dark eyes locked onto the man writhing on the ground.“Who sent you?” Rafael’s voice was eerily calm.The man groaned, pressing a shaking hand against his wound. “I-I don’t…”Rafael took a step closer, the gun still aimed at him. “I’ll only ask once more.”The man whimpered, his body trembling. “It wasn’t your brother.”My blood ran cold.Ricardo.I clenched my fists, my breath unsteady. If it wasn’t Ricardo, then who…Rafael lifted his head. “Then who?”The guy swallowed hard, sweat beading his forehead. “It was... it was Matteo.”The room fell silent.Rafael let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Matteo?” he repeated, as if the name itself was amusing. “Ricard
RYANA sharp pain in my arm jolted me awake. I blinked rapidly, my vision swimming as I tried to clear the fog in my head. My limbs felt heavy, my mouth dry. What the hell? I sat upright, my pulse spiking as I took in my surroundings. Still in the car. Rafael sat beside me, watching me with an unreadable expression. Memories slammed into me… the cloth, the chemical scent, his grip. My blood boiled. My voice came out rough, my throat dry. I flexed my fingers, willing the numbness to fade. "What the hell, Rafael?”Rafael didn’t even flinch. “Sorry,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “That’s just how it’s done.” I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. “Drugging me is ‘how it’s done’?” He shrugged. “For a first-timer? Yeah.” His tone was infuriatingly casual, like he was explaining basic etiquette. “Can’t have you knowing the route. Discretion and all that.” I glared at him, trying my best to keep calm. “You’re unbelievable.” Rafael smirked. “And you’re st
RAFAEL"I just met with Lucas."Ricardo scoffed, swirling the amber liquid in his glass before taking a slow sip. "That bastard." His jaw tightened. "Forget him. I don’t want anything ruining my night."I smirked, leaning back against the bar counter. "That makes two of us."Ricardo sighed, setting his drink down with a quiet clink. "I need to talk to you about Ryan."There he goes again.I arched a brow, already knowing where this was going. Ricardo was pissed I’d brought Ryan along, and even more jealous that I hadn’t run the idea by him first. Not that I cared."What about him?" I asked, feigning innocence.Ricardo's gaze sharpened. "Next time, don’t bring him to these types of gatherings."I let out a low chuckle. "You’re jealous?"He gave me a dry look. "I don’t trust half the faces in this room. Ryan isn’t built for this lifestyle. He shouldn’t be here."I tapped my fingers against my glass, letting his words settle. "I brought him here, didn’t I? That means I’m more than capabl
RICARDOI was so angry, and I didn’t even know why.No, that was a lie.This was the height of disrespect. And I didn’t mind killing anyone who stepped on my toes tonight. I had been trying my best to keep my cool, but this stupid old man didn’t deserve that restraint.Don Vittorio chuckled, the sound grating against my patience. “All right, all right,” he finally said, waving a lazy hand. “I don’t want to cause a scene here.”Liar.He had already caused a scene. Now he was just testing how far he could push me before I snapped.With a signal to his men, he sat back, watching. A few seconds later, they dragged Ryan out.But he wasn’t standing.He wasn’t even conscious.My blood boiled, my vision tunneling as I took in the way his body slumped between the two men holding him up. His face was pale, his shirt wrinkled, his arms hanging uselessly at his sides.What the fuck did they do to him?A slow, deadly silence filled the room. No one moved. No one dared to breathe.Don Vittorio tilt
BELLA“I think Ricardo has powers.”Michael blinked. “Come again?”I leaned back against the chair in his room, arms folded, my heart still racing from everything that had happened. “I said… I think he has powers. Like, actual powers. Like stopping-time kind of powers.”Michael stared at me like I had grown a third eye. “What the hell are you talking about?”I turned my gaze to the floor, chewing the inside of my cheek before sighing. “Remember that camera you gave me? The one I planted in Ricardo’s room?”His brows drew together. “Yeah…”“Well,” I said, voice lower now, “I watched the footage. All of it. Even the parts after… the threesome.”Michael gave me a look. “Really didn't need the reminder.”I rolled my eyes. “Get over it.”He said nothing.I continued. “I saw Ricardo talking to himself… not like ‘talking in the mirror’ kind of way, but like he was fighting something inside. He said he had powers. That he could’ve saved Ryan. That he… stopped time before. He was pissed that h
RAFAELI hurried my footsteps, ignoring the ache in my legs, the burning in my chest. The sound of that flatline echoed in my skull like a siren screaming death.No.No, no, no…I reached the room and my heart nearly came out of my mouth. My knees buckled the moment I saw it.That white sheet.Pulled up over a still body.No movement. No beeping machines. Just… silence.I stumbled to the ground, my palms hitting the cold, sterile tiles, my breath catching in my throat like a noose. Tears welled up fast. One fell. Then another. Then they all came crashing down.He can’t be dead.He can’t be.“Ryan,” I gasped out. “No… please… God, no…”I crawled closer, like if I just got a little nearer I’d find out it wasn’t true. That maybe I was wrong. That maybe it was someone else.But the blood.The silence.The goddamn sheet.My hand shook as I reached out, not even sure what I was doing. Just needing something. A touch. A sign. Anything.My chest ached so hard I thought I’d throw up. I couldn’
RAFAELI stood frozen behind the half-transparent glass, my hands clenched into fists at my sides as I watched Bella and the other doctors battling to keep Ryan alive.He looked lifeless.Machines beeped frantically. One of the nurses barked an order. Bella’s face was tight with panic, but her hands moved with the sharp precision of someone refusing to lose. Still, I could see the fear in her eyes.Ryan’s chest barely moved. There were tubes everywhere. Blood.God.I pressed my forehead against the cool surface of the glass and shut my eyes for a split second. Don’t die… please don’t die. I didn’t care who was listening… I prayed. I begged. I would’ve made deals with the damn devil if it meant hearing him laugh again.I couldn’t take it anymore.I spun around and stormed down the corridor, barely registering the people I passed. My blood was boiling, my vision tunneling.Ricardo.He was in his room. Comfortable. Alive. Breathing. While Ryan was fighting for every second.I didn’t even
RAFAELI stood at the edge of the dock, the wind biting through my coat as I checked my watch again. The ocean was calm tonight, but my gut wasn’t. I didn’t like this kind of silence, it always meant something was coming. And not always a shipment.We were early. I didn’t believe in being late to things that could cost me my life or millions of dollars.A few headlights blinked in the distance, bouncing off the stacked containers, and I tensed. But then I saw him.Alessio.I glanced sideways… Bella was walking toward him. I matched her pace as we made our way to him.Alessio didn’t wait for pleasantries."What do you want from me again?" he snapped as soon as we were within range, his voice echoing slightly against the metal around us.Then he turned to Bella, eyes narrowing."You," he said, with a short laugh. "I trusted you. I actually thought you were depressed, genuinely spiraling." He shook his head and scoffed. "And then you used it. Played the poor broken girl card on me. Wicke
RICARDO"I should’ve fucking used it!" I roared, slamming my fist into the wall so hard the plaster cracked beneath my knuckles. "I should’ve stopped the goddamn time!"The rage in my chest was a wildfire, my breathing came in sharp bursts, my vision red with fury and self-loathing. I could still see it… Ryan collapsing into my arms, the life draining from his eyes, his blood warm and sticky on my hands.I had the power to change that. I could’ve changed it.I should’ve.I paced the length of the room like a madman, fists clenched, every nerve in my body shaking with guilt.Why didn’t I use it? Why the fuck didn’t I just use it?Because every time I did, a part of me broke. My health spiraled. The nosebleeds, the migraines, the tremors… they got worse with each use. And the last time… the last time almost killed me.But so what?I clenched my jaw and slammed my fist against the wall again, harder this time. A small streak of blood bloomed on my skin, but I didn’t care. The pain was t
RYANI closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitable. I could feel the cold steel of the gun still pressed against my forehead, and my breath hitched as I prepared for the end. This was it. After everything, this was how it would all go down.But just as Matteo's finger tightened on the trigger, a voice rang out from behind me."Don’t do it."It was Ricardo.Matteo stilled for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he turned toward the sound of the command. But the smirk never left his face. He shifted his weight slightly, keeping the gun locked on me but still facing the voice that threatened him.Ricardo stepped into view, and he wasn’t alone. Behind him, Lucas stood, his arms pinned tightly at his sides, a gun pressed to his temple. Ricardo’s eyes locked onto Matteo’s with a cold stare."If you try anything, I’ll shoot him," Ricardo said, his voice calm, unbothered. Matteo’s lips curled up into that wicked smile again, but his laugh was darker this time. "Does it look like I care? You s
RYANJust like Rafael predicted, I got the call.I was going out with them tonight.I stood by the entrance, adjusting the sleeves of my jacket, when Rafael strolled in casually like we were headed to a beach bar and not a war zone. A loose black shirt, baggy brown trousers that fitted him perfectly.I blinked at him. “You sure you’re dressed for a fight?”He shrugged. “Comfort over chaos, my friend.”I couldn’t help the snort that escaped. Then I leaned in. “Did you talk to Ricardo? About Bella?”“Yeah, sure. He agreed,” Rafael said, brushing invisible lint off his shirt. “She should be here any…”Before Rafael could even finish his sentence, the doors swung open.Ricardo stepped out, his boots hitting the marble. He was followed by five of his men, all suited, armed, and cold-eyed. His gaze landed on me. “Since you're going to be my underboss soon,” he said, voice sharp and commanding, “you start earning that title. From tonight, you follow us out on every mission. No more sitting
RICARDO I kept knocking. Three times. Then four. I didn’t even know why I was still standing there. Maybe I wanted to fix it. Maybe I just needed to see him. Needed to apologize, even though I knew words weren’t enough. Why the hell did I think it was a good idea? A threesome? With her? His girlfriend… or should I say ex. God. What the hell was wrong with me? "Ryan," I called again, softer this time. “Come on, man. Please… open the door.” The silence on the other side stretched, after a few seconds the door creaked open. Ryan stood there, arm crossed. “What do you want?” he asked flatly. I opened my mouth, but the words caught in my throat. Then I saw him. Rafael. Lying on the bed. Something inside me cracked. My stomach twisted, but I kept my face still. “What are you doing here?” I asked, even though I already knew. I just… needed to hear him say it. Rafael tilted his head. “I don’t understand the question,” he said. “Am I not allowed in this room?” That was it. That t
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONERAFAELI was on my way to my room when I saw him… Ryan. Shirtless, his pants only half-done, sweat clinging to his skin. His steps were slow, heavy, like something inside him had just shattered.He looked angry. And tired.What the hell happened?"Ryan," I called out.He stopped but didn’t turn around. His fingers were clenched around the doorknob like he was holding back from breaking it off.I took a step closer, keeping my tone steady. “What’s wrong, man? You look like you just walked out of a war.”He finally turned, and the look in his eyes made my chest tighten. Pain. Real, raw pain.He let out a shaky breath, his eyes flickering past me. “Nothing. I’m fine. Just… want to be alone.”Yeah. No, he wasn’t fine.I raised an eyebrow. “Is this about the whole thing with Bella and Alessio? Or is it Ricardo?”His jaw tightened and was mute for almost a minute.“Ryan…” I pressed gently.He suddenly snapped, his voice rising louder than either of us expected. “I said it