ADRIANOI was on a warpath, and I knew it. Every ounce of logic told me I had better things to do, bigger enemies to conquer, and borders to protect. Yet here I was, burning through resources and time, obsessing over a woman who wasn’t even half my size.But it wasn’t just about the woman. It was about what she took from me.And I had an inkling feeling that there was a damn good amount of transfer of aggression bleeding into my desperate need to find this woman. But it was an aggression that she caused.My fingers drummed against the polished table in the conference room as I tried—and failed—to focus on the discussion unfolding before me. A group of us sat around, discussing the Bratva and Cosa Nostra trade routes. A delicate subject, one requiring my full attention. But my mind wasn’t on the maps spread out before me or the stiff suits droning on about logistics.It was on her.Azzura.She’d been a distraction from the start, the type of woman who looked like sin wrapped in silk
AZZURAI was on top of the world. At least, that’s how it felt as I walked down the street. The weight of my actions weighed my pockets town but left my chest feeling light. The things I had stolen from Adriano—his money, his precious accessories—had been nothing more than a ticket to freedom. It felt like a light at the end of the tunnel. I’d sold the jewelry, the watches, and the ring, to a local store. I didn’t get the full value for it. I knew that. I didn’t care. I needed cash, and I needed it fast.And what I’d gotten from the selection I’d dropped off was more than enough for now.The price they gave me didn’t matter much; I wasn’t in a position to haggle. The important thing was the money I got from selling those items went straight into the hands of the loan sharks who had been breathing down my neck for weeks. It wasn’t enough to pay them off entirely, but it cleared part of the debt, enough to buy me a little more time.Time to breathe. Time to hope.I felt lighter. I
AZZURA The first few days at Adriano’s pack were nothing like I had imagined. Not that I’d ever thought about what being held captive by a man like him would be like, but whatever small part of me dared to picture it—this wasn’t it.For three days, I had been trapped within the walls of what I now knew was called the Giordano Fortress. The name suited it perfectly. It was massive, with high walls and intricate concrete finishings. A place where every corner screamed power and danger. Just like its owner.Adjusting to this new reality wasn’t just hard. It was damn near impossible. Every time I opened my eyes, I wished I was waking up in my tiny flat, crammed on a mattress with my sisters. Not here. Not in this nightmare.The reality of my situation hit me harder with each passing day. I kept asking myself the same question. What was I thinking? What kind of fool decides to target a man like Adriano Giordano, a man with enough power to crush me without so much as lifting a finger
ADRIANO There was something about that sight that I couldn’t get enough of. Maybe it was the way Azzurra’s lips parted, her breath hitching as she struggled between disgust and desire. Or it was the way her legs pressed together, her entire body betraying the righteous defiance she tried so hard to hold onto. Or maybe it was the simple, undeniable truth. I owned her. She just didn’t know it yet. Elara whimpered beneath me, her hands clutching the edge of the dresser, but I wasn’t focused on her. My wolf prowled inside me, restless, furious. It had wanted no one but Azzurra from the second she stepped foot in my domain, and I had to battle against the unquenchable urge to claim her in the darkest ways imaginable. She was mine. Not just to punish. Not just to break. But to ruin. Completely. I kept my eyes locked on Azzurra, watching every flicker of emotion pass over her face. The shame. The fury. The hunger she didn’t want to acknowledge. Her chest rose and fell ra
AZZURRA I knew my weakness. Adriano. Adriano GiordanoNo matter how much I wanted to pretend Adriano’s games didn’t affect me, the truth was impossible to ignore. My body still felt the heat of his presence, the ghost of his touch lingering on my skin like a cruel reminder. It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair. I curled into myself, shutting my eyes, hoping sleep would give me a brief escape. But my mind refused to let go of him. Of the way he had looked at me. The way he had spoken to me, possessive and filled with lust. The way he pumped his seed into that woman made me wish I was the one. I had lain there behaving like a wanton whore starved of sex.Eventually, exhaustion won. And then the dream came. I was in his arms. Warm, safe, held against the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His scent wrapped around me, intoxicating, overwhelming. He wasn’t saying anything, but his grip on me tightened, as if I belonged there. As if I was meant to be there. I wanted to figh
Azzurra’s POVI already expected her to say something harsh, but when she finally spoke, her voice held something more than just disdain—it held certainty. "You’re the one who stole from Adriano. I have heard a lot about the clever red haired girl that had dared to steal from the Giordanos," she said, her lips curling into something that wasn’t quite a smile. I didn’t respond. There was nothing to say. Confirming it wouldn’t do me any good. Denying it? That would be a fucking joke. Her gaze narrowed, taking my silence as an answer. Before she could say more, the study door creaked open, and a deep voice cut through the thick tension. "Andrea." The woman turned and broke out into a big smile that seemed to transform her into a child.It has been Adriano’s voice. But he wasn’t looking at me. His eyes were on the woman, and for the first time since I’d met him, I saw something in his expression that was different. Something softer. And then, she turned to face him. T
Azzurra's POV I followed the men through the halls of the massive estate, my heart beating fast in my chest. It had been three weeks since I arrived, yet somehow, I had never stepped foot in the west wing. The air was cooler here, the halls quieter, the atmosphere heavier. It felt like walking into enemy territory, and maybe that was exactly what it was.They led me into a large waiting room. It was nothing like the other rooms I had been in—this one was grand yet cold, the high ceilings making it feel like a throne room rather than a place to sit and wait. The walls were lined with dark wood paneling, the floors were polished marble, and a massive chandelier hung overhead, casting a dim golden glow. The entire space was designed to intimidate.At the center of the room, seated on an elegant chair that looked like a throne, was a woman. She was in her late thirties, dressed in an expensive, perfectly tailored dress. Her dark hair was pulled into a tight bun, and on her wrist was a si
AdrianoThe dining table was set with the usual elegance my mother demanded—crystal glasses, fine silverware, and an array of dishes cooked by the best chefs money could buy. But none of that could mask the thick tension in the air. The aroma of roasted lamb filled the dining room, usually a comforting scent. I sat at the head of the table, her posture regal, her dark eyes sharp as she sipped from her wine glass. My sister, Andrea, lounged beside me, poking at her food with a fork, her expression a mixture of boredom and irritation. Then there was my mother, seated in front of her. I knew what was in their mind but of course I won't be the one to break the silence. “So, how long will this Azzurra be staying here, exactly?” my mother asked, her tone light but carrying an undeniable edge. “A week? Two?” I didn’t look up from my plate. “As long as necessary.” Andrea scoffed, stabbing a piece of grilled zucchini harder than necessary. “Necessary for what? For you to figure out h
AZZURRA An explosion of fire burst inside me, spreading from my stomach to the tips of my fingers. My blood sizzled. My body tingled. I couldn’t breathe. The press of his lips against mine hit me with such intensity my first response was to push him away. I brought my palms up to his chest to shove him as hard as I could, but when he nipped at my bottom lip and then licked it, soothing the sharp sting with his tongue, want filled my veins with boiling water. A moan traveled up my throat. My fingers curled, and I scraped my nails down his stomach, stopping at his belt buckle. He hissed against my lips and then slid his tongue inside my mouth. I felt that wet glide between my legs. Just the knowledge that his hands were on me sent a tremble through me, but the feel of them, the palm sliding over my hip to the curve of my ass; the gentle yet unyielding grasp on my throat incinerated any of the resistance left in me. I swayed toward him, my body melting against his. His lips le
AZZURRA "You look like shit by the way.” “Sorry Beta Leonardo for my shabby dressings," I said, then to myself I muttered as I pushed myself up, "I could have easily taken my bathe and dressed fancy while being locked up. Where’s your Alpha? Too busy doing other things?" What the fuck was I saying right now, I sound needy. His face darkened immediately. He grabbed my arm, a little too tightly. “Don’t talk about him like that. He is your alpha too.” I ripped my arm out of his grip, rolling my eyes. Whatever. Save your loyalty speech. "I am going back inside.” Leonardo’s eyes bulged. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” “People say that a lot,” I shrugged. He stared at me like I’d grown two heads. “You’ve just escaped that crazy bastard, and now you want to waltz back into his mansion?” “There are women and children in the basement,” I said firmly. “Locked up, starving. I’m not leaving them.” “No way,” he said, crossing his arms. “You’re not going anywhere near that place. A
AZZURRA I thought I was safe. I really did. Dressed as a maid, I had managed to blend in, and the woman who had walked in earlier didn’t even take a second glance at me.But just when I was about to sneak out again, the door burst open, and she stormed in.“You! Come here and help me dress,” she snapped, flipping her long black hair over her shoulder.I blinked. “Me?”“Of course you! Do you see anyone else in the damn room?” she huffed.Shit. I had no idea how to dress a rich woman. I’d barely managed to tie the stupid apron on myself.I followed her into her room, my eyes wide as I took in the giant mirror and the expensive perfumes on her vanity. She sat on a velvet stool and pointed to the fancy green dress on the bed.“Help me put that on.”I picked up the dress and stared at it like it was some kind of puzzle. There were way too many buttons, ties, and tiny clasps.“Are you new or just stupid?” she muttered.Before I could answer, or fuck something up, the door opened again. A g
AZZURRA The room they kept me in smelled of dust and mold. The window was too high for me to reach, and the door was locked from the outside. I sat on the cold, hard floor, pulling my knees to my chest. I had no idea how long I’d been there, hours, or maybe a day. My stomach growled, but they hadn’t brought me any food. My throat was dry, and my head hurt from the constant tension. I tried to think of a way out, but the door didn’t budge when I tried pushing it earlier. These bastards knew what they were doing. I wasn’t going anywhere unless they let me out. Eventually, I heard footsteps. The lock clicked, and two men walked in. One of them grabbed my arm roughly, hauling me to my feet. “Get up. The boss wants to see you,” he grunted. I yanked my arm free, glaring at him. “You don’t have to drag me like a damn animal.” He just smirked. “Keep talking, princess. See where it gets you.” The other man tossed a dress at me. It was red, flashy, and way too tight for my liking. “Put
ADRIANO I leaned back in my chair, swirling the amber liquid in my glass as Leonardo went over the plan again. The dim light of the room made shadows dance across the walls, giving the place an almost scary atmosphere. I didn’t mind it, though, darkness was comforting. “So, we have to make sure none of the boys catch on that we’re onto them,” Leonardo said, his tone clipped. “If we move too soon, they’ll scatter like rats. We need proof before we make a move.” I nodded, taking a slow sip. “We’ll set up a decoy shipment. Something valuable but not too crucial. If they try to intercept it, we’ll have them cornered. Make sure the right word gets out so it draws them in.” Leonardo smirked. “Already on it. I’ve got a few guys spreading rumors about a high-end weapons stash coming in next week. Should be enough to get their attention.” “Good.” I set the glass down, tapping my fingers on the table. “Once we catch them in the act, we make an example. Can’t have the rest of the crew
AZZURRA The car Luna Vienna had arranged for me was waiting at the entrance, sleek and intimidating, just like the man I was supposed to deliver the parcel to. I held the small package tightly, my hands shaking as I stepped into the backseat. I couldn’t believe she was sending me to Massimo De Luca. Of all people, why him? My mind was racing, trying to figure out why. Why me? Why did Luna Vienna choose me, of all the other servants, to deliver this package to the most ruthless mafia don in the city? It didn’t make sense unless she knew. Unless she had done a little digging into my past and found out about my mistake. I bit my lip, staring out the window as the car glided through the city streets. The dress Luna had provided clung to me like a second skin—black, elegant, but modest enough to not draw too much attention. The invitation card she’d handed me was embossed with gold lettering, a formal request to attend some kind of charity gala hosted by Massimo himself. I couldn’t
AZZURRA The late morning light seeped through the thin curtains, casting a warm, amber glow across the room. I stirred, my body still sensitive and buzzing from what had happened. As I slowly regained consciousness, I felt the comforting weight of Adriano's arm draped possessively across my waist. His breath was soft and steady against my neck, his bare chest pressed against my back, radiating heat. My cheeks flushed as memories from just a few hours ago washed over me. His hands gripping my hips, his lips tracing a line down my throat, and his low growl vibrating through my skin. I couldn’t help the small, contented sigh that escaped my lips. It felt surreal, lying here with him like this. I hadn’t expected to fall asleep afterward, not with my heart still racing and his touch imprinted on my skin. Carefully, I shifted, attempting to slip out from under his arm without waking him. Adriano murmured something in his sleep, his hold tightening momentarily before relaxing again.
AZZURRA My breath caught in my throat, and I couldn’t help the shiver that ran down my spine. I wanted to deny the flutter in my stomach, but his touch was making it impossible to think straight. “You were reckless last night,” he said, his voice thick with something darker. “Dancing with strangers, wearing something that barely covered you... did you want to be punished?” My cheeks flamed, and I couldn’t bring myself to meet his gaze. “I didn’t—” He cut me off by pressing his lips to mine again, capturing my breath in a heated, demanding kiss. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me flush against him. I could feel the hard lines of his body through the thin fabric, and I couldn’t suppress the moan that slipped out. Adriano took that as encouragement, deepening the kiss, his tongue brushing against mine. He pulled back just enough to speak, his lips brushing mine. “You’re a menace, Azzurra,” he murmured. Before I could respond, he guided me back to the bed, his hands firm but not
AZZURRA I woke up to a brutal headache pounding against my skull, my body aching in ways I wasn’t sure had anything to do with the alcohol I had consumed last night. A groan escaped my lips as I turned my face into the pillow, trying to block out the cruel morning light. The scent surrounding me was unfamiliar yet strangely intoxicating, masculine, dark, and undeniably my boss. My eyes snapped open. What the fuck?I pushed myself up too fast, and the room tilted violently. I gritted my teeth, waiting for the dizziness to pass, and that’s when I noticed the unfamiliar sheets tangled around me. Dark, expensive, and definitely not mine. I turned my head slowly, my breath catching in my throat when I took in my surroundings. This wasn’t my room. It was his. Shit.Panic clawed at my chest as I tried to recall how the hell I ended up here. The last thing I remembered was Adriano dragging me out of the club, throwing me into his car, and then… Then what?My eyes widened as