Don Matteo DiCarlo is a ruthless mafia lord, feared across the city for his power and cold heart. When a wealthy businessman, Richard Thornton, defaults on a large loan, Matteo is dispatched to collect the debt. Upon arriving at Thornton’s mansion, Matteo is met with the grim realization that the once-wealthy tycoon is now nothing more than a broke fool, living far beyond his means by borrowing money from the wrong people. Desperate to save face, Richard offers his most precious asset—his daughter, Isabella—as payment. Matteo is initially repulsed by the idea. Isabella is soft, delicate, and far too weak for someone like him. She's the very picture of vulnerability, and Matteo has no patience for weakness. However, as the days pass and Matteo spends more time in her presence, he finds himself drawn to her in ways he can’t explain. Isabella, though fragile in appearance, hides a fierce resilience beneath her gentle exterior. The more Matteo tries to keep his distance, the more he’s tempted by the soft touch of her skin, the innocence in her eyes, and the way she challenges his cold exterior without even trying. As their relationship heats up, Matteo must battle his growing attraction to the woman he initially deemed unworthy. But Isabella has her own secrets and desires, and the line between debt and desire begins to blur as their chemistry intensifies, testing both their limits. In a world of power, corruption, and deceit, will Matteo be able to claim what is his without losing himself in the process? Or will Isabella be the one to change the Don’s heart forever?
Lihat lebih banyakSilence hung heavy in the air as Mateo's words echoed off the cavern walls. "It’s him. My father."Elena's breath caught in her throat. Luca gripped the hilt of his blade tightly, his knuckles white. Isabella stepped back, her eyes wide with disbelief, flicking between Mateo and the shadowed figure that had haunted them from the very beginning.Mateo's father emerged from the shadows, a cruel smirk curling his lips. His eyes, dark and cold, scanned the group with a familiarity that made Isabella's skin crawl."I always wondered how long it would take you to figure it out, son," he sneered, his voice a venomous blend of mockery and pride. "You’ve grown, but not enough to outsmart me."Mateo’s jaw clenched. His heart pounded like war drums in his chest, every beat roaring in his ears. Memories flooded him—memories of a father who had once held his hand and taught him to fight, only to vanish without a trace, leaving behind a hollow ache that never healed."You were dead," Mateo growled,
The forest was alive with the pulse of danger.Mateo’s breath came fast, sweat beading on his brow as he tightened his grip on Isabella’s hand and pulled her through the tangled underbrush. Behind them, shadows darted between the trees—too many to count. Too close.“Elena!” Mateo barked over his shoulder, his voice sharp with urgency.“I’m here!” she replied, sprinting to their side, her blade flashing in the moonlight.The three of them moved as one unit, but doubt gnawed at Mateo’s mind like a vulture picking at a carcass. Elena. The woman who had fought beside them, bled beside them, and saved Isabella more than once. But who was she?And why had their enemies been able to breach their defenses so easily?“Something’s wrong,” Isabella panted, her eyes wide with fear but sharp with instinct. “They’re not chasing us like they should.”Mateo’s chest tightened. She was right. It felt off—like they were being herded.They burst into a small clearing, breathless, surrounded by ancient st
The rain battered the helicopter as it cut through the clouds, a roaring tempest that seemed to echo the chaos still raging in Isabella's chest. She kept her eyes on Matteo, his breathing shallow but steady, as if willing her strength into him. But even through the storm, her mind could not be quiet. Not until she had answers.Her gaze slid to Elena, sitting across from her, a streak of blood darkening her cheek. She was calm, too calm for someone who had just fought their way out of an ambush. And for the first time, Isabella let herself look at the woman who had been at their side, a shadow moving fluidly among them, fighting fiercely as though she had always belonged."Who are you?" Isabella's voice cut through the noise, sharp as a blade.Elena's eyes flicked to hers, steady and unflinching. There was no surprise in them, only inevitability."You deserve the truth," Elena said, her voice low and measured. She shifted slightly, glancing at Luca, who watched her like a wolf ready to
The night was far from silent. Even in their hidden sanctuary, echoes of past battles seemed to haunt the air. Shadows flickered against the candlelit walls, a reminder of the darkness still hunting them.Matteo stirred, his breath uneven. Isabella was instantly at his side, her fingers brushing away damp strands of hair clinging to his forehead. His skin was warm beneath her touch, too warm. Fever still gripped him, a cruel reminder of the injuries he had endured.“Stay with me, Matteo,” she whispered, her voice a fragile thread of hope. “We’ve come too far to lose you now.”His eyes cracked open, glazed with pain but alive. “Isabella…” His voice was hoarse, barely a breath. “Don’t let go.”“I won’t,” she promised, tightening her grip on his hand.Outside the room, Luca paced like a caged animal, his mind racing through every possible scenario. Reinforcements could arrive at any moment, or worse, another ambush. He wasn’t naive enough to believe their enemies would let them slip away
The rain hammered down like bullets as Isabella froze, her heart thudding painfully in her chest. Lia’s eyes gleamed with malice, her finger teasing the trigger of the gun aimed squarely at Isabella’s chest."You thought you could be rid of me so easily?" Lia sneered, her voice cold as steel. Water dripped from her hair, streaking her face, but her aim never wavered. "You underestimate me, Isabella."Matteo stepped forward, instinctively shielding Isabella. His jaw was tight, his body tense despite the apparent strain of his injuries. "Lia," he growled, "don’t do this.""Oh, Matteo," Lia replied, almost mockingly sweet. "Still the hero, even when you're bleeding and broken. How touching. But it’s too late for heroics. You took everything from me. Now I’ll return the favor."Her eyes flicked briefly to Luca, who had edged closer, his weapon at the ready. She caught the movement and fired a warning shot at his feet, forcing him back. "Ah, ah," she chided. "Don’t even think about it. I d
The safe house was too quiet. Too still.Isabella paced the length of the dimly lit room, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Shadows danced on the walls, flickering in the candlelight, while the storm outside rattled the old windows. Matteo lay on the bed, his chest rising and falling steadily now, color slowly returning to his face.But her heart still thundered with fear.“Any word from Luca?” she asked, her voice hoarse from worry.“No,” Matteo rasped, his eyes barely open, but glinting with determination. “But we can’t wait for him forever.”Before Isabella could respond, thunder cracked, and the power flickered. For a moment, total darkness swallowed the room.Her breath caught in her throat.Then, a spark of light returned from the candle, casting Matteo’s face in soft, golden hues. He looked pale but alive—alive.Relief mixed with a rush of something else, something hotter and heavier, curling low in her belly. Maybe it was the adrenaline still coursing through her veins,
The tension in the air was suffocating. Matteo's gun lay discarded on the ground, a silent declaration of his choice. But Isabella saw the fire in his eyes. This wasn’t defeat—it was calculation.Riccardo’s smirk widened, pressing the barrel harder against Isabella’s temple. “Good boy,” he sneered. “Now, on your knees.”Matteo’s jaw tightened, his muscles flexing with the restraint it took to comply. He moved slowly, his gaze never leaving Isabella’s face. She could see it—the promise, the unspoken vow that this wasn’t the end. He would not let this stand.But Riccardo was no fool. He knew Matteo too well. “Luca, drop your gun, too.”Luca hesitated, his fingers tightening on the grip, but Matteo gave him a look. Reluctantly, he tossed his weapon aside, his teeth clenched in fury.Riccardo exhaled dramatically. “See how much easier things are when you listen?”Isabella could feel his breath against her neck, his grip possessive, as if he owned her. The thought made bile rise in her thr
The moment of respite was brief. The crackling of flames in the distance, the faint groans of wounded men, and the tension in the air told Isabella that the fight was far from over. Matteo was still weak, but his grip on her waist was firm, grounding her in the chaos.Luca approached, blood smeared across his cheek, his eyes scanning the battleground. “We need to move. Now.”Matteo straightened, wincing but refusing to falter. “What’s the situation?”Luca’s jaw tightened. “Moretti’s dead, but his men aren’t retreating. They’re fighting like rabid dogs. Someone else is pulling the strings.”Isabella’s stomach knotted. “What do you mean? If Moretti was their leader—”Luca shook his head. “He was a puppet. We’ve been fighting the wrong enemy.”A cold chill ran down Isabella’s spine. Matteo must have felt it too because his eyes darkened, his body stiffening beside her. “Who?” he demanded.Before Luca could answer, a voice echoed through the smoke and destruction.“Well, well. You’ve all
The air inside the safe house was thick with tension, the weight of impending battle pressing down on everyone. The distant sound of gunfire had yet to reach them, but they knew it was only a matter of time before their enemies came knocking.Isabella sat beside Matteo, his face pale and damp with sweat. His breathing had steadied slightly, but he remained unconscious. She ran a gentle hand over his bruised knuckles, feeling the roughness of his skin, a stark contrast to how he had always made her feel—safe, protected. But now, it was her turn to protect him.A soft knock at the door made her glance up. Luca stepped inside, his face lined with exhaustion, but his eyes sharp with determination. "They’re close," he said in a hushed tone.She swallowed hard. "How many?""Too many for comfort," Luca admitted, running a hand through his hair. "We’ve reinforced the perimeter, but we’re outnumbered. We need to be smart about this."Isabella nodded, standing. "I want to help."Luca exhaled sh
The crisp night air hit Matteo DiCarlo’s face as he stepped out of his car, the tires of his black SUV screeching as it came to a halt on the gravel driveway. The mansion before him was an ostentatious display of wealth—an image that now seemed tainted by the stench of desperation.He adjusted his tailored black suit, his piercing eyes scanning the surroundings as he walked toward the front door. A sense of impatience gnawed at him. He didn’t like waiting, and he certainly didn’t like dealing with people who couldn’t pay their debts.Richard Thornton, the businessman whose debt he was here to collect, had failed to keep up with the payments. Now, it was time to make sure he understood the consequences of crossing the wrong people.Matteo knocked once—hard—on the large wooden door.A moment later, it opened. Thornton stood in front of him, his once-immaculate appearance now disheveled. He looked like a man who hadn’t slept in days, eyes bloodshot, his expensive suit rumpled. He was swe...
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