Ella’s POVSomething was wrong.I felt it deep down in my gut, a creeping sense of dread that had been raking at me since the morning. Alessia had ignored my calls and texts. Not one word from her in more than forty-eight hours. That wasn’t like her.She was not the type to merely disappear, not with the twins in play.As for the twins, she embodied overprotective. If something had come up, she would let me know.I pulled up outside the school and gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles went white. It was dismissal time. So the kids start walking out any minute now.I took a steadying breath and stepped out, scanning the crowd of chattering students flooding out onto the sidewalk. My eyes darted from face to face, scanning for two familiar little heads of dark curls.But Lorenzo and Elena weren’t in attendance.I grimaced, heading toward the main entrance. A few kids waved at me. The ones who knew I was a close friend of the twins but I still didn't see them.I got worried a
Ella's POVI felt scared. He did not appear pressured or threatened. “Have a nice day, Miss Ella.”Then the line went dead.I cursed, pounding my fist on my wheel.“Damn it!” I cursed. “What the fucking hell!”This was a kidnapping.And if they thought they could take Alessia and the twins from me, they didn’t know who they were messing with.I looked up to see the car already pulling away from the curb and driving away.There was no way I was going to lose my lead. That would be over my dead body. I buckled up and continued to watch the black car as I threw my car into drive, my foot stomping on the gas.The chase was on.I followed the car from behind. “I’m coming after you sons of bitches,” I murmured.They must have realized I was on their ass, because the black car darted through traffic like he owned the goddamned road.I dug in deeper, wedging my way between vehicles, my knuckles whitening around the wheel.Then, I noticed another black car which was very similar to the first
Ella’s POVThe police station smelled of sweat, discount coffee, and stale cigarettes. I sat on a hard plastic chair, the cuffs finally being removed from my wrists, leaving them sore for an hour, where they had locked me up like a criminal. My patience was as thin as paper, yet I remained quiet, watching the officers crack jokes and laugh like they never intended to take my statement.A balding officer leaned against the counter, devouring a donut, and a younger officer scrolled through his phone. The female officer who had cuffed me stood nearby, grinning at me whenever our eyes met.I cleared my throat. “Are you going to take my statement, or am I just going to sit here all night?”The balding officer hardly looked at me. "Relax, sweetheart. We will get to you when it is your turn.”Sweetheart? I curled my fists into fists. Taking a deep breath, I tried to stay calm.Then, after what felt like forever, the younger officer put his phone down and pulled out a pen. "Alright, let's hea
Dominic’s POVThe gentle drone of the city trickled through the bulletproof glass of my office, the golden lights of Rome winking against the skyline. And even though distant, the Colosseum shone in the sun’s rays. The cold, abandoned cup of espresso on my desk was forcibly emitting its scent into the air, and I rocked back in my chair, fingers grooving a ritual beat on the polished wood.The numbers on the contract in front of me blurred. Tonight, I didn’t feel like doing business. Not when something else heavier hung on my mind.My phone buzzed, shattering silence. A name appeared on the screen.Takashi Kobayashi.I exhaled, straightening as I answered. "Good day, Mr. Kobayashi."A deep chuckle came through the line. "Good day to you too, Mr. Rossi. It is always a pleasure to speak with you.""The pleasure is mine," I replied smoothly. "I trust everything is running smoothly at the site?""As expected." His tone was laced with satisfaction. "The construction in Tokyo is ahead of sch
Dominic’s POV“This offer is the best in the market. You won’t find a better deal anywhere else.” I negotiated.I sat back in my leather chair, my voice low and gravelly, my features all stone. Mr. Fonzie and Mr. Demetrius exchanged a silent glance and nodded to each other across the table.“We accept the offer, Mr. Dominic,” Mr. Fonzi said at last, gripping the pen in his palm.“Then we have a deal,” I replied bluntly.We signed and shook hands. Matteo trailed behind, rising from the signed documents, and walked to escort them out of my office.“Pleasure doing business with you,” Mr. Demetrius said as elevator doors opened.“Same,” I nodded, keeping my eyes on my office.I watched the elevator doors close and turned back to return to my office. Once I walked in, my eyes noticed the black blotch on my freshly washed white T-shirt.I hadn't seen it earlier and it must have spilled when I wasn’t paying any attention. I ignored it and returned to business.A knock on the door took my att
Dominic’s POVSophia had become a problem I could no longer ignore.She was relentless. Always watching. Always waiting. Always scheming.At first, I let it slide. I thought I could control the situation, keep her in check. I was wrong.Sophia didn’t just want to be part of my life, she wanted to own it.She had spent years manipulating, twisting, and forcing her way into places she didn’t belong. And when I tried to pull away, she dug in her claws deeper.I should have never agreed to the engagement plans. It was a stupid idea from the beginning.“What are you going to do about her boss?” Matteo asked. “She's not going to stop.”“Anything I see fit. She's starting to become a problem,” I answered.“Do you think she knows about Alessia?” He asked.“Of course, she does,” I answered.“And the new location?” Matteo asked.“I suspect she might know. That reminds me, I checked the CCTV footage yesterday and it seemed cut,” I answered.“You're thinking someone in the house did it,” Matteo s
Alessia’s POV“Thank you,” I said, as I took the champagne glass from the waiter. I took a sip to hide my nervousness.Beams from above danced like splintered diamonds, spreading a forced light throughout the ballroom. Laughter and conversation wafted around me like poisoned honey. It was sweet, yet deceptive, and choking.I remained at the center of it, my fingers clenched around the stem of the champagne glass. My spine erect, and a blank expression on my face.But beneath that grin, my blood was boiling.Eyes burned into my skin. Women whispered behind their jeweled hands, their eyes darting between me and Sophia with barely restrained glee. Men leered at them, some with curiosity and some with glee, as if vying for a show. And Sophia? She basked in it.Dominic’s grip on my waist was tight but not painful, his fingers pressing against me lightly as if reminding me to keep calm. He didn’t need to. I had long since mastered the art of keeping my cool.But Sophia was testing it.She
Alessia’s POVThere was an agitated buzz in the ballroom, the air heavy with tension that had been in the air all night. The whispers snaked, venomous, among the guests, wrapped around me, constricting like an invisible noose. No amount of pricey perfume and expensive champagne could cover the fetid aromas of pretension.I had stood tall, unmoved, but inside, my patience was wearing thinner.The presentation for the charity had begun and the focus moved to the stage where the host, a classy older gentleman with gray hair, cleared his throat.“Ladies and gentleman,” he said, his voice heavy with practiced elegance, “this evening, we are graced with the generosity of some of the most powerful people in this city. Let us begin the donations."One by one, the society’s finest stood up and threw around obscene donations like confetti at a parade. Five million, seven million, or even a comically inflated twelve million from some tycoon pulling out all the stops.Then, it was Dominic’s turn.
Diego’s POVThe folder in my hands was denser than it was supposed to be. My fingers clutched the ragged edges, the burden of whatever was inside heavier on my heart than a stone.The overhead lights blared brightly, sending light across the room and walls, but I hardly registered it. All other sounds faded away to be replaced by the pounding of my heart in my ears.What the fuck could be in there that could compel my surrender?I breathed in and out slowly and willed my fingers to open the folder. As soon as my eyes landed on the top of the first page, the air in my lungs froze.The paper shivered between my hands. It was my own face, younger, innocent. Everything was too bloody familiar. I felt something under and moved it to see classified files, pages with official seals stamped on them, documents I should have had no right to see. Photos, eyewitness accounts. Each eyewitness strapped another shiver to my gut.I thumbed the pages, scanning over names, places, and dates. My name, m
Dominic’s POVMy men and I were leaving the disastrous areas during the night. It was full of blood and all kinds of filth. The vast majority of the DeLuca's men lived and I allowed my men to make them call for assistance and walk out without attempting to murder anyone else.My men dragged Diego’s unconscious body out on the concrete and tossed it into the back of the armored SUV like a piece of trash. His head slumped to the side, a thin rivulet of blood oozing from his chest and mouth. He was breathing in spurts. Every few seconds he let out a weak groan, but he was slowly regaining consciousness."Is he still breathing?" I asked, rolling up the sleeves of my coat, and getting into the vehicle.The two men beside me nodded. "Barely, boss."Diego mumbled something inaudible, his words a scrambled series of slurred notes and jagged syllables. That was pathetic, his cocky smirk evaporated into a vacant stare. His ribs had gotten hammered, his shirt dark with sweat and blood.Sitting d
Diego’s POVThe pain consumed me as I opened my eyes slowly.My head dropped down, the taste of blood like copper in my mouth. My eyelids were heavy, but the scratchy hands pulling me through the dust kept me awake. My body was a dead weight, impotent against their grip. With each step, stabbed with sharp spasms of pain, my ribs bruised, maybe cracked. My shirt was wet with blood, my own sweat mingling with the grime below.I could hardly see when they dumped me on the bare concrete floor. With an agonizing thud, my body landed on the ground, the impact against the concrete sending shock waves of pain through my back. A boot came crashing into my ribs, wrenching a strangled groan from my throat.“Get him up,” said a gruff voice.Gripping arms pulled me up, hoisting me into a chair. They bound me, the rough ropes cutting into my wrists, pinning me like a beast before slaughter. Phantoms circled around me, figures gliding with muted malice. I could hardly raise my head, but I felt their
Diego’s POVThe light from my laptop screen bathed my cluttered desk in a ghostly glow. I leaned forward, eyes skimming over the records I’d assembled over the past few days. Every bit of information I found led to something deeper, something darker than I’d thought. I thought I was on the verge of revealing Dominic for the criminal genius he was. But when I dug deeper, something else bubbled to the top.The name DeLuca.I froze. Pedro DeLuca was no petty mafia boss. He was a living legend in Rome, a man whose very name struck fear into the hearts of even the most hardened of criminals.His kingdom spanned countries, governing trade routes, illegal arms trafficking and a mesh so tangled that law enforcement was afraid to step in. And if Dominic was connected to him, this was no longer just about corruption. This was about survival.I scanned a document that included offshore accounts, money transfers and cryptic messages. Some of them traced back to Dominic, while others bore the unmi
Flynn’s POVI had done plenty of questionable things in my life, but the thought of doing anything that would betray Dominic felt like I was striking a match at the end of a gas line. Dangerous. It was so foolish and so suicidal that I wondered if love was worth this level of stupidity.But here I sat, perched on the edge of a barstool in the house’s security room, phone pressed to my ear as Sophia’s cold, calculating voice played out on the other end.“You know what to do.” Her tone was snappy, and bracing. “You have one job, Flynn. Don’t screw it up. Be sure she sees the news and I hear she’s got an update about herself! Make sure she sees that one! Got it!”I rubbed my mouth with the back of my hand, the taste of half chewed sandwich in my mouth. My stomach tightened, not because I was hungry, but because of the heft of the order I had just received.“Yeah,” I muttered. “Got it.”The line went dead. I let out a slow breath, rolling my shoulders to shrug off the discomfort crawling
Dominic’s POVThe moment I stepped out of the elevator, the office was in chaos. Phones rang nonstop, workers spoke in urgent whispers and every screen around them blared with financial updates and breaking news. The air was thick with tension, but everyone was afraid to make eye contact with me.“Mr. Rossi,” Matteo ran at me, color drained out of his face. "We have a serious problem."“Of course,” I said, pushing past him into my office. “What is this time Matteo?”The floor vibrated with discomfort, eyes buzzing toward me before reading my irritation. I opened the door and stepped in, my executive team already seated.Franco, my C.F.O., brushed a hand through his graying hair. "It's bad, Mr. Dominic. Really bad."I settled into the head of the table and looked at him the way a hawk does. "Explain."Matteo pushed a tablet over the table. "This."I glanced at the screen, and read the article’s headline. The Double Life of Dominic Romano: Mafia Boss or Corporate Mogul? The headline sea
Dominic’s POVThe vibration of my phone against the polished oak desk broke me out of my thoughts. I had been looking at financial reports before, but when Matteo’s name came across the screen, I recognized this was more important than the numbers.I answered, calmly. “Talk.”“You’re not going to like this,” Matteo’s voice crackled over the phone, his tone layered with the sort of weight that told me whatever he was about to say would be more than just bad news. “Diego Maze has been doing a bit of digging around. “Not only into you but also Alessia.”“What?” I railed and ground my teeth. The mere name was enough to make my hands tighten around the phone.Diego Maze!The self-satisfied journalist known for digging things up that should be best left to remain buried in the ground. I had not foreseen how far his curiosity would lead him.“What exactly has he found?” I spoke in low tones, but something dark curled inside under the calm.“He’s been tracking her history, Dominic. He’d flown
Diego’s POVAs soon as I stepped out of that restaurant I knew that Dominic Rossi was lying. Not a single man it takes to reach the top of the food chain, without stains of blood in his hands. His success was too slick and too clean, and I didn’t trust clean. It meant that something was being hidden.Men like him in the high ranked business men were not always clean. I just needed to find what they were hiding so everyone could see.I needed proof. Well, Mr. Rossi, I am going to dig up your closet dirt. Get ready, because your sweet days are going to be over.I chuckled and went immediately to my personal office that evening. It was a small, nondescript building just on the edge of Rome where I did more of my sensitive work. The hum of servers greeted me inside and my computers booted. I poured myself a drink and readied for a long night.I went with the obvious one which was Dominic. His name was associated with dozens of legitimate businesses, involving real estate and high-end tech
Dominic’s POVAs soon as I laid my eyes on him, I knew there was no peace for the night.Damn it. How far can this mad man go?Diego was seated at a table across from ours. I knew what he wanted and I knew I wasn’t going to give him any story.Charity work news, my ass. He’s onto something else and I know that one of those lunatics sent him to Me. Are they attempting to get him killed? Or is he that foolish?I watched him, swirling a glass of wine in his hand as if he had all the time in the world. His eyes were fixed on me with an annoying smirk as a challenge hung in the air. The bastard was having the time of his life. I reclined back against my chair, twirling the glass of wine around my fingertips, neglecting his existence. He was trying to bait me, and I had no intention of falling into whatever sick trap he thought he was setting to win.But Diego had other plans.He stood, with a bottle in hand, and walked toward my table with an air that belonged to a man who believed the upp