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The scent of sex and saltwater still clung to the air, thick and intoxicating. Sunlight streamed through the open balcony doors, casting golden streaks over tangled sheets and bare skin.Noel was boneless, completely spent, his body draped over Vincenzo’s like he belonged there. His cheek rested against the warm plane of Vincenzo’s chest, the steady rise and fall of it lulling him into something dangerously close to comfort.Then….A knock at the door.Noel stiffened.Vincenzo’s bored, lazy hum vibrated against his ear, but he didn’t move an inch.Then Luca’s voice cut through the morning stillness.“Boss, Mr. Laurent’s friends have arrived.”Noel went rigid.Shit.His heart slammed against his ribs as the weight of reality came crashing back. His friends. Here.After everything that just happened.A sharp wave of embarrassment surged through him, and before he could think…he dove under the covers.Vincenzo’s deep, amused chuckle rumbled through his chest.“Seriously?” he drawled, pul
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The room was thick with tension, the heavy scent of cigars clinging to the air as Don Ramon paced back and forth, his expression dark, his jaw clenched in fury. His polished leather shoes echoed against the marble floor of his grand estate, each step a sharp crack against the silence.At the center of the room, Elene Ricci sat gracefully, her legs crossed, hands folded neatly in her lap. She wore the perfect mask…an expression of innocence, concern, and quiet submission. She had played this role for years, knew exactly how to tilt her head just right, how to widen her eyes ever so slightly, and how to let her voice tremble at all the perfect moments.But beneath that carefully crafted façade, she was laughing.Vincenzo had finally given her what she wanted.A war.A reason to pull him back into her web.And all because of that delicate little plaything he had taken a liking to.Noel Laurent.A name that meant nothing. A nobody. A boy with a pretty face and wide, fragile eyes that had
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The city buzzed with neon lights and the bass-heavy thump of music spilling onto the crowded streets. Inside Noir, the most exclusive club in town, bodies moved to the rhythm, lost in a haze of alcohol and desire.Noel Laurent leaned against the bar, fingers wrapped around a glass of something stronger than his heart could handle. His best friend, Aria, had practically dragged him here, insisting he needed a distraction.Distraction. Right."Come on, babe," Aria nudged him playfully. "You look like a kicked puppy. You’re way too cute to be sulking over that asshole ex."Noel scoffed, rolling the glass between his hands. Julian. The name alone left a bitter taste in his mouth."He was never worth your time, man," Nico added, tossing back a shot. "You need a rebound. Hell, get two."Noel exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "I just want to drink in peace.""That won’t last long," Aria smirked, her eyes flicking toward something…or someone…behind him. "Because you’ve got eyes on you, babe.
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"Who the hell are you, and why am I half-naked in your bed?!"Noel’s panicked scream shattered the peaceful morning silence.Vincenzo groaned, his arms instinctively tightening around the squirming warm body pressed against him. He wasn’t a morning person…especially not when someone was yelling in his ear at seven in the goddamn morning."Shut up," Vincenzo muttered, voice thick with sleep.Noel did not shut up.Instead, he thrashed harder, elbowing Vincenzo in the ribs before rolling out of his grip and tumbling off the bed.Thud."Ow, fuck!"Vincenzo cracked one eye open, peering over the edge of the bed. "You good down there, drama queen?"Noel sprung up, clutching a pillow to his bare chest as if it would protect him from whatever the hell was going on. His wide, sleep-ridden eyes darted around the ridiculously massive bedroom, trying to process.Marble floors. Floor-to-ceiling windows. A ridiculously expensive chandelier. And an even more ridiculously expensive man lying in bed,
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"You’ve got to be fucking kidding me."Noel froze mid-step the moment he stepped out of his exam hall.Ariel grabbed his arm dramatically. "Oh my God."Nico let out a low whistle. "Damn. He really pulled up like this?"Across the university courtyard, standing like he had the entire world at his feet, was Vincenzo De Luca.Dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit, with the top buttons undone, revealing a sliver of his perfectly sculpted chest. Hands in his pockets, his gaze fixed directly on Noel, like a hunter cornering prey.And the campus? Losing its collective shit."Oh my God, is that…?""Holy fuck, Vincenzo De Luca?!""What’s he doing here?""I heard he’s the heir to some crazy mafia family…""No way, he’s literally looking over here…"Noel felt his stomach drop.Ariel smirked. "I think your sugar daddy is here."Noel snapped his head around. "SHUT UP."Nico chuckled. "Babe, he’s walking over."Noel barely had time to process before Vincenzo was standing right in front of hi
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"You’re really testing my patience, Noel."Vincenzo exhaled sharply, fingers tightening around the steering wheel of his black Aston Martin parked outside Noel’s dorm. The soft glow of the streetlights barely reached the darkness inside the car, but his eyes were sharp, locked on the entrance.It had been weeks. Weeks of relentless gifts, money, extravagant gestures…he had even fucking bought Noel a penthouse, and the damn brat refused it. Not even a "thank you." Just silence.It was driving him insane.And yet... this defiance. This ridiculous, stubborn rejection... it turned him on more than it should."What the fuck are you doing to me, pretty boy?" he muttered to himself.He leaned back, rubbing his jaw. Tonight would be no different. He’d sent for Noel multiple times, and every night, the same answer: Noel Laurent will not be coming downstairs.His patience was wearing thin.Then, movement.His eyes snapped to the entrance.Noel.Vincenzo sat up immediately. The petite, gorgeous
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"You're hiding something."Vincenzo’s voice was sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade. His dark eyes stayed locked onto Noel, who sat curled up on his bed, his arms wrapped tightly around himself.Noel didn’t respond. He didn’t even look at him.Aria and Nico exchanged glances, shifting uncomfortably."Who was that guy?" Vincenzo pressed, stepping closer. His patience was razor-thin. "The one who had his filthy hands on you."Noel flinched at the reminder. His fingers clenched the blanket, his breathing still uneven from earlier.Aria was the first to break the silence. "Vince, drop it."Vincenzo’s gaze snapped to her, his jaw tightening. "Like hell, I will. You think I’m gonna just stand back after seeing someone attack him?"Nico sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Look, man. It’s complicated.""Then uncomplicate it," Vincenzo snapped, his voice low and dangerous. "Who. The fuck. Was he?"Silence.Noel’s head lowered, his platinum hair falling over his eyes. He was trembling, t
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"You’re late." The voice was cold, sharp like a blade, and it made Noel’s stomach churn. He hadn’t even stepped inside yet. His fingers curled into fists at his sides as he stood frozen outside the grand three-story house, his childhood prison. The sight of it alone made his chest tighten, the air around him suddenly feeling too thin. He hated this place. The memories clawed at him, dragging him back. The shouting matches in the kitchen, plates shattering against walls, his mother’s piercing screams. He used to squeeze his eyes shut, hands pressed tightly over his ears, wishing it would stop. But it never did. Sometimes, she took her anger out on him instead. A slap across the face, a yank of his arm, and then the dreaded sound of the basement door unlocking. "You like hiding so much? Stay there." Cold. Cramped. Suffocating. His breath would quicken, his chest tightening as the shadows pressed in on him. He'd claw at the door, scream until his voice went hoarse, but no on
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The sun hung high in the Santorini sky, casting streaks of gold through the open balcony doors. The morning breeze carried the scent of the sea into the room, the sound of crashing waves mixing with the lingering tension between them.Noel stood in front of Vincenzo, chest rising and falling rapidly. His lips tingled from the rough, unexpected kiss Vincenzo had stolen earlier, and his wrists still burned from the way he'd been dragged into this room.Vincenzo towered over him, his dark gaze sharp, his arms crossed over his chest."You pissed me off," Vincenzo muttered.Noel scoffed. "Oh? But it's totally fine for you to let your ex grope you in front of me?"A flicker of something dangerous passed through Vincenzo’s eyes. "So, you were jealous."Noel clenched his fists. "And what if I was?"Vincenzo’s lips curled, but there was no humor in his smirk..just raw, unfiltered possession. "Then I’ll have to remind you who you belong to."Before Noel could snap back, he was yanked forward…on
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Noel sat on Matteo’s massive bed, fingers gripping the edge of the sheets. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat louder than the last. His mind was stuck on the way Vincenzo’s eyes had burned with fury when he had left the club with Matteo.That look…dark, unreadable, deadly.Something had snapped in him. Noel had felt it.He swallowed hard, glancing at the clock. Matteo had brought him here, told him to stay put, then left for some business hours ago.He hadn’t returned.Noel’s stomach churned.Something was wrong.Then his phone buzzed.His fingers trembled as he grabbed it."Hello?"“Noel, baby…where are you? Have you heard?” Aria’s voice was rushed, frantic.“Heard what?” Noel sat up straighter, his pulse spiking.“Vincenzo has Julian. And rumor is…” Aria hesitated, then her voice dropped. “He beat him up. Badly. Before they took him away.”Noel froze.His breath hitched in his throat, fingers going numb around the phone.No. No, no, no.He shot to his feet. “Beat him up?” His
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Vincenzo was losing control.His vision blurred with rage as he slammed his glass down, the sound of it hitting the table barely satisfying the storm raging inside him.Noel had left.With Matteo fucking Romano.His archenemy.His fingers tightened around the whiskey bottle before he hurled it at the far wall. Glass exploded, amber liquid dripping down like blood.He couldn’t breathe.Couldn’t think."What the fuck did my father mean when he said he was going to ‘take care of him’?"Vincenzo had never feared anyone in his life. Not the men he tortured. Not the enemies he buried. But Don Ramon De Luca? His father?He was a man whose word was law. And when he spoke of taking care of someone, it didn’t mean keeping them safe. It meant removing them from existence.Oh, hell no.Not Noel.He’d burn the whole fucking world down first.His teeth clenched, hands balling into fists as he barked, “Lucas!”His second-in-command appeared almost instantly, standing at attention.Vincenzo’s breath
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Noel stared at his reflection in the mirror, his fingers gripping the cool edge of the sink. His breath came slow and controlled, but inside, his chest tightened painfully.Vincenzo couldn’t claim him. Wouldn’t.He should have expected it.Still, the way Vincenzo had stood there, silent in the face of Matteo’s proposition, had cut deeper than he wanted to admit."Who is he to you?""It’s none of your business."Noel let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head.Of course.Of course, he was nothing to Vincenzo De Luca.Just a distraction.Just some college student who got swept up in a world he didn’t belong in.But what scared him the most..what made his stomach knot…was the way Don Ramon De Luca had looked at him.That man could kill him.Easily.Noel had seen enough of the De Lucas to know they didn’t make empty threats.He exhaled sharply and turned on the faucet, splashing cold water onto his face, willing himself to push it all aside. He needed to get back to work, finish his sh
