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 If there was one thing I had learned since stepping into Adriano’s world, it was that Luna Vienna was a force to be reckoned with. A woman like her didn’t need to raise her voice or throw tantrums to make her presence known, one sharp look, one carefully chosen word, and she could bring anyone to their knees. I didn’t want to be one of those people. Which meant I had to find a way to get on her good side. If Adriano, with all his power and control, couldn’t say no to his mother, then what chance did I have? Fighting her would be a losing battle. So, I made a decision, one that felt like swallowing glass. I would try to befriend Luna Vienna. The problem was, how did you make friends with a woman who seemed determined to make your life as difficult as possible? It was like trying to befriend a mother-in-law who had already decided you weren’t good enough for her son. And worse, she enjoyed making that clear. I spent the next few days trying to navigate her presenc
ADRIANO I ran a hand down my face, exhaling sharply as I watched Azzurra bolt out of my room like the damn house was on fire. My mother, meanwhile, stood in the doorway with the same infuriatingly calm expression she always wore; cool, composed, and completely fucking unreadable. I clenched my jaw. "Did you have to do that?" Luna Vienna lifted an elegant brow. "Do what?" I let out a humorless laugh. "Really? You barge into my room, unannounced, scare the shit out of Azzurra, and now you're playing dumb?" She stepped inside like she owned the place, which, technically, she did. She smoothed a hand over the sleeve of her dress, gaze flicking over my still-unbuttoned shirt with a look of mild disapproval. "You should be thanking me." "For what?" I snapped. "For stopping you from making a mistake," she said simply. "That girl isn’t worth the trouble, Adriano." My fists clenched. "You don’t get to decide that." Her lips twitched slightly, like she was amused by my defian
Azzurra Adriano didn’t say a word as the car pulled into the driveway of his estate. His grip on my waist remained firm, his dark eyes locked on mine as if daring me to break the silence. I didn’t. I didn’t trust my voice, didn’t trust myself not to say something I’d regret—something that would only push him further. The driver stepped out first, but Adriano didn’t let me move. Instead, his fingers traced the curve of my jaw, his touch light but possessive. “You’re coming with me.” Not a question. A command. I exhaled sharply. “Like I have a choice?” His lips curled at the edges, amused by my defiance. “You always have a choice, Azzurra. You just never make the right one.” Before I could respond, he opened the door and stepped out, pulling me with him. His grip on my wrist never loosened as he led me inside. The house was quiet, the dim lighting casting shadows against the sleek marble floors. It felt too intimate, too dangerous, like I was walking into something I
Azzurra I was grateful—grateful to God, to fate, to whatever force had given me the strength to push him away before I lost myself. Before I surrendered to the temptation of his lips, his touch, his presence that made it impossible to think straight. My heart pounded, my breath uneven as I pushed him away with all the strength I could muster. Adriano barely moved, his body solid like a damn wall, but he let me go, his dark eyes watching me with something between amusement and frustration. I took a shaky breath, gripping the edge of the nearby table to steady myself. My pulse was still racing, but not entirely from fear. That was the problem. I clenched my fists and glared at him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care. Adriano tilted his head slightly, looking at me like the answer was obvious. “What does it look like?” I swallowed hard, my skin still tingling from where his hands had been. He made it sound so
Azzurra A chance? I clenched my jaw, hating that I even considered it. But what choice did I have? I exhaled sharply, forcing my shoulders to stay steady. “Fine. I’ll do it.” Adriano smirked like he had expected my answer all along. Like he knew I was predictable. It pissed me off. “Good girl.” I scowled, crossing my arms over my chest. “Fuck off.” His chuckle was low, full of amusement, like he found my irritation entertaining. “Such a mouth on you.” “Yeah? Well, you bring it out of me,” I shot back, not bothering to soften the edge in my voice. He tilted his head, studying me. “Is that so?” I lifted my chin. “You’re insufferable.” “And yet, here you are.” He stepped past me, reaching for the door. “Come with me.” I hesitated for a second, my instincts screaming at me to be careful. But in the end, I followed. The hallways were dimly lit, lined with aged wooden panels that made the space feel even more suffocating. Adriano walked ahead, his posture easy, confident. Contr
Azzurra The next morning, I woke up with Luna Vienna’s words still ringing in my head. "Be careful. In a world ruled by men, a woman must be twice as ruthless to survive." I didn’t know if she meant it as a warning, a lesson, or both. But one thing was clear, Luna Vienna wasn’t a woman to underestimate. And neither was Andrea. As I made my way through the servants' quarters, I caught sight of her down the hall, speaking in hushed tones with a few of the other high-ranking women. Her expression was poised, her laughter soft and deceptive. But when her gaze flicked to me, the amusement disappeared. For a moment, we just stared at each other. A silent challenge. I didn’t look away first. With a small smirk, Andrea turned back to her conversation, but I knew she hadn’t forgotten about yesterday. Neither had I. I kept my head down and continued walking, gripping my cleaning supplies a little tighter. I had just finished my morning tasks when a maid rushed in, breathle
Azzurra I swore to myself that I would never, ever cross paths with any of the Giordanos. They all hated me. The house was big enough to avoid them for about a month. But like all the other wishes I had ever had, this one never came true. Because that morning, I found myself in the worst possible situation. I was supposed to clean the Beta’s room, just like I did every morning. It was supposed to be an easy task, change the sheets, dust the furniture, mop the floor, and leave. No drama. No trouble. But of course, trouble found me anyway. As I walked into the Beta’s room, bucket and mop in hand, I froze. Andrea was there. Not just standing in the middle of the room but crouched near the bathroom door, her body pressed close to the wooden frame as she peeked inside. At first, I had no idea what she was doing. But then I heard the sound of running water, followed by the unmistakable hum of a man’s voice. Realization hit me like a slap to the face. Andrea was spying
Adriano I should have been furious. I should have shut her up the second she started screaming at me, the second she threw my own fucking actions back in my face. But instead, I just stood there, letting Azzurra’s rage crash over me. Because for the first time in my life, I felt something I had never expected to feel. Guilt. I had put her on that damn table, made her a fucking bet, as if she was nothing more than a pile of chips. And even though I knew I was going to win, even though there had never been a chance in hell that Marcello would walk away with her, I had still done it. I had made her feel like she was nothing and that was a mistake. Azzurra wasn’t nothing. She was fire. She was fury. She was the only person who had ever looked me in the eye and called me out on my shit. I let out a sharp breath, dragging a hand through my hair. I needed to put this out of my mind. Guilt was a fucking useless emotion. In my world, it had no place. Just as I turned toward
Azzurra The room smelled of cigars and whiskey, the air thick with tension and the weight of too many secrets. A velvet-topped card table stood between them, the final hands played with measured precision. Marcello leaned back in his chair, a smirk curving his lips as he dragged a cigar between his fingers, tapping the ash into the tray without a care in the world. “Last round,” Adriano said, voice low and cold, like he already knew how this was going to end. Marcello chuckled, the sound grating and full of cocky bravado. “Afraid to lose, capo?” His dark eyes flicked toward Adriano, sharp with amusement, almost daring him to react. Adriano didn’t take the bait. He just exhaled slowly, fingers drumming once on the table before settling back into that unreadable stillness of his. His control had always been a dangerous thing, a weapon as sharp as the gun tucked beneath his suit. Marcello’s fingers curled around his cards, lifting them just enough to see. I caught the flicker of