"I just have one question Milene before you walk away. How loud do you think you'll scream When I fuck you?" Nicolas asks. Milene’s life is planned out. She is the niece of the Chicago Outfit’s leader and has been promised in marriage for years. But on her wedding day, dressed in her white gown and on the way to church, her world shatters. Nicolas Russo, the ruthless leader of the Camorra, kidnaps her. Nicolas wants revenge. The Outfit broke the peace between their families, and now he will destroy them. Stealing Milene, someone the Outfit swore to protect, is only the start. Milene refuses to break. Even in Nicolas’s dangerous hands, she holds onto her pride, showing him that she won’t bow so easily. But the more Nicolas tries to crush her spirit, the more he realizes she’s not like anyone he’s faced before. He’s a cruel man on a mission to hurt the Outfit. She’s a strong woman determined to stand tall against the monster. Two families are at war, and nothing will ever be the same.
View MoreMILENE'S POV I held Micheal’s gaze, determined to keep my pride no matter what. Women were made to endure pain. If these men could face it, so could I. Nicolas stepped in front of me again. “If you don’t choose, I’ll decide for you,” he said, his eyes telling me he thought he already knew my choice. To him, I was just a weak, insignificant woman. I smiled, my voice steady. “I’d rather feel the cold steel of your blade than have your filthy hands touch me, Nicolas Russo.” For a moment, his eyes flashed with something unexpected, surprise, respect, and a terrifying look of excitement. “I’m going to enjoy hearing you scream,” he said. “Nicolas, that’s enough,” Dante ordered. Nicolas didn’t even look at him. He kept his eyes on me. . “We’re just getting started,” he murmured. Without warning, he grabbed me, spun me around, and yanked me back against his chest. His body pressed against mine. His hand gripped my chin, tilting my head back so I was forced to look up at him. He w
MILENE'S POVEven the next morning, the pizza felt heavy in my stomach. At least now, my nerves were on edge for a different reason than fear. I thought about eating another piece for breakfast. I needed all the energy I could get to figure out how to outsmart Nicolas. Even though I’d been sheltered, I knew Nicolas wouldn’t arrange a video call with my family unless he had something terrible to show them. I barely slept last night. Nicolas hadn’t locked my door when he left, but I didn’t try to leave. I was afraid it might be a trap. I was still too shaken to think of an escape plan that would actually work. I put on the satin nightgown, even though it felt like giving Nicolas a small win. But I knew I had to pick my battles wisely if I wanted to survive. When I heard footsteps outside the door, my body tensed. I stood up from the bed, ready to face Nicolas. But instead of him, Luca Russo came into the room. His brown eyes moved over me, and I wrapped my arms over my chest befor
NICOLAS'S POV I left the room, wanting her to think about what I said. Damien was waiting in the hallway as I shut the door behind me. I glanced at him as I walked past. “Did the pizza get here?” Damien followed me closely, then grabbed my shoulder. “What kind of video are you planning to make tomorrow?” I studied him, trying to figure out what he was feeling, but as usual, his expression gave nothing away. “I’ll give her a choice.” Damien shook his head, clearly unhappy. “This girl is innocent. She’s not someone who owes money. She’s not a thief or someone who’s done something wrong. She hasn’t done anything to deserve this.” “Kiara has softened you.” “Not about things like this. We’ve never gone after people who didn’t deserve it, Nicolas. We’ve never hurt anyone innocent, and this woman has done nothing to earn the kind of choice you’re talking about.” I gave him a look. “You know me better than anyone else,” I said quietly. “And yet here we are.” Damien tilted his h
NICOLAS'S POV This little bird seemed desperate to get out of my cage, only to end up flying right into Daniel’s. Her eyes and face still showed traces of her earlier panic, but she lifted her chin and narrowed her eyes at me. She was trying to act tough, like she could play with the big boys. I walked into the room slowly. Her shoulders straightened in a show of defiance, but her hand clutched the sheet around her body, fingers shaking against the red fabric. My eyes stayed on her as I placed the clothes on the bed. Her sweet scent drifted toward me, faint but noticeable. It smelled like vanilla, as if she’d been prepared for her wedding night. My nostrils flared. “Trying to escape my cage, little bird?” She shot me a sharp look. “You seem to like birds a lot.” “I enjoy breaking them.” Her lip curled slightly, but even then, she was beautiful. I could guess what she was thinking that I was the kind of man who tortured small animals for fun. “I’m not that kind of monster,”
I asked weakly. “Why not let him start whatever torture you have planned? Why bring me here, to your mansion?”Nicolas’s eyes studied me, as if he didn’t fully know the answer himself. His silence confirmed my suspicion, this was his family’s mansion. It surprised me that he would risk bringing me here.“Like you said,” he finally replied, “I’ll be the one to make you scream. No one else.” He closed the door behind him.I shut my eyes and pulled the blanket tightly around me. This was a power game. A cruel game of chess. But I wouldn’t be a pawn. I wouldn’t even be the queen. And Nicolas would never be my king.Here’s the paraphrased version with the requested name changes and simple English words:NICOLAS'S POV I grabbed a pair of sweatpants before heading downstairs to our game room, where Luca, Damien, and Liam were sitting. Ever since Kiara joined our family, my days of walking around the house naked whenever I wanted were over. My brothers looked at me like I was about to explo
MILENE'S POV I focused on my breathing, trying hard to remember the people who made me happy. Michael. Mom. Dad. my little sister.I didn’t know how much time had passed. The minutes blurred together until Nicolas picked me up again. He carried me somewhere and placed me on something soft. My eyes, swollen from crying, barely opened.The first thing I noticed was the bed. The sheets were soft and shiny, a deep red color. The bed itself was big and fancy, made of dark wood that twisted like tree branches. Thick red curtains hung from the canopy, blocking the bright sunlight streaming into the room. My trembling hand rested on the smooth sheet, the white of my skin standing out against the red. I shivered and started breathing too fast again.Nicolas sat down on the bed beside me, making it sink under his weight. He wore nothing except a knife holster strapped across his chest. His muscles and scars spoke of strength and danger.I looked away, my teeth chattering. Nicolas reached towar
MILENE'S POVSteam rose from the tiles, but it didn’t stop the cold I felt inside. My hands pressed against the shower walls, holding me up as panic made it hard to breathe. Each breath hurt. I wasn’t ready for this. I wasn’t strong enough. My family had taught me to always stay proud and calm. Those were the rules I had lived by. No matter what happened, I had to hold onto those rules. Nicolas could take everything else, but not my pride. Simon’s yelling came from somewhere close. I put my hands over my ears, trying to block it out, but it didn’t help. His voice wouldn’t stop.I wasn’t strong anymore. Tears and water made it hard to see, but I couldn’t forget what I’d just seen. Nicolas smiled while he used his knife on someone, like it didn’t bother him at all. I closed my eyes, but the image stayed in my mind. How could I ever look at him without being scared? He wasn’t like other men. He was worse. “Monsters aren’t real,” my mom had told me when I was a little girl. I’d been sc
NICOLAS'S POV Cynthia bent down and grabbed the towel from the floor. First, she wiped the mess on the ground, then she cleaned herself. She looked pathetic. “Get out of here,” I said, my voice sharp. “Leave before I decide to kill you.” She didn’t say anything and rushed past me. At the door, she almost ran into Luca, who stepped back with a look of disgust. He raised an eyebrow as he walked into the room. “You’re still messing with her?” he asked. “Why not just kill her? She deserves it.” “She doesn’t deserve that,” I said flatly. “Death would be too easy for her.” I had made a promise to Grigory that she would suffer. Luca shrugged, looking bored. “Maybe you’re right. But I thought you’d have moved on to something better by now. Virgins are way more exciting than this garbage.” “I’m not in the mood for virgins right now,” I muttered. Luca smirked, looking curious. “Really? I hear they’re tight, and it’s fun being the first. Makes it more exciting.” I shot him a cold
NICOLAS'S POVMilene was everything I had imagined, very beautiful, proud, and perfect. She was like the queen in a chess game, important and strong. But she was also spoiled and full of herself. I wanted to break her, to crush the part of her that acted so untouchable. She seemed like an angel, but she wasn’t free. She stayed grounded, like a bird locked in a cage. She didn’t even try to escape, happy to stay in the cage Daniel had made for her. I finished my drink and went to the bar. Jerry poured me another glass without me asking. The women at the other end of the bar stayed far away from me. That was normal. “She’s so pretty,” one of them whispered. She was talking about Milene, the one who had brought her clothes earlier. They weren’t wrong. Milene was beautiful, almost too beautiful. Seeing her lying on that dirty mattress earlier didn’t feel right. She looked too perfect for a place like that. Even someone like me, who had done every bad thing you could think of, felt li
Prologue "You are mine, Milene," Nicolas drew his finger against my cheek, before his grip covered my throat.I frowned, "I'd never be with the man who kidnapped me on my wedding day and threatened to kill my family." It was futile to resist his strength, but I'd rather die trying.Milene's POV “It’s crazy you’re getting married in three days,” my twin, Michael, teased. “If Mom were here, she’d be going crazy.”I ignored him, and just then, Mom came in. “Daniel just called. He’s coming over to meet your dad and uncle.”“When?” I asked, panicked.“Ten minutes,” Mom replied.“Mom!” I gasped. “I’m not ready!”“You look fine,” Michael teased, messing with his hair on purpose. I glared at him. “Shut up.” I rushed upstairs to get ready.When I looked in the mirror, I cringed. My hair was wild, and I wasn’t dressed for company. I quickly straightened my hair and threw on a short pink dress I’d never worn. It wasn’t my favorite, but it was all I had time for. I quickly applied some makeup,...
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