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Chapter 18 - Birthday
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The door slammed shut behind the men, echoing through the damp, blood-scented corridor like a funeral bell. Luciano descended the staircase first, followed by Dante and Silvio, who was another of his close men. Each of them was dragging men gagged and bound, their muffled screams bouncing off the cold stone walls. One was Sergei’s soldier who contributed to messing up the shipment. The other? A rat. He sold information to Sergei about the shipment that allowed him to botch it.“Welcome,” Luciano said, voice calm, yet cold enough to blister skin, “to the place where you’ll both meet your maker.” he stared at them in disgust “Although I doubt the big man up in heaven had any hand in the creation of such pitiful people”The prisoners kicked and twisted in their bindings, eyes wide and pleading. But it only amused Luciano. Excited him even. He gestured to an iron-plated door. Dante shoved one man in. Silvio flung the other down beside him. Both men whimpered like children, the gags chokin
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The moment the words left his lips, Araceli looked up and the breath left her lungs.Raw horror swam in her wide eyes, her pupils blown wide with disbelief and panic. Her chest pounded so violently she had to clutch the space over her heart, as though squeezing it could somehow force it back into rhythm. But nothing could stop the way her entire body screamed for escape.Luciano kept advancing, his steps slow and deliberate. He drank in the sight of her—trembling, terrified, utterly at his mercy. A smile tugged at his lips. He thought her joy and laughter were good but her fear was absolutely mesmerizing to him, especially knowing he was the cause. That he had her trembling this way.So… the little saint saw everything. She saw the devil in action. How the hell did she even get down here? It should’ve worried him.But it didn’t. Instead, it thrilled him.He was glad she saw because he was done hiding. Done pretending and most importantly he was done holding back. He wanted her and he
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Luciano leaned in again, Araceli flinched violently, expecting the worst—but nothing could have prepared her for the way his lips met her cheek.It wasn’t a kiss. It was a brand. He was possessive, violent, and almost ritualistic in the way he lingered. He kissed it and then licked it. Then sucked it, hot and lingering, like he was trying to take something from her. And finally, he bit down, hard enough to leave a mark.A faint one, but a mark nonetheless.It was revolting to her.Her skin crawled beneath the wet heat of his mouth, a sick, burning trail left behind that made her want to claw it off. She felt violated like he had reached into her chest and tainted something sacred. It was the first time she’d been kissed on the cheek…if she could even call it a kiss.He pulled back, satisfied, as though he’d marked his territory.“Go,” he said simply.She didn’t move. She wasn’t sure if she could move.She stood frozen, cheek still tingling with that disgusting burn. Her entire body w
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l“Luciano.” Vivienne’s voice cut into his thoughts like nails on glass.She walked in like she owned the place but he didn’t even bother to look up at her.“I’m going to assume you had a lapse in your senses,” he said, voice low and dangerous, “and give you two seconds to walk out the same way you barged in… or I’ll get angrier.” There was no warmth in his tone.It made Vivienne pause. For a moment, her confidence wavered. But then she pushed forward anyway, giving a theatrical sigh.“Jesus, Luciano. You’ve always been cold and distant but now you’re a fucking blizzard. What happened?”He still didn’t look at her. “I don’t like unwanted visitors.”He stepped forward, placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, and for one delusional second, she thought he was about to pull her into his arms.Instead, he spun her toward the door and gave her a dismissive nudge.“On your way.”Vivienne stumbled a little, caught herself, and then turned around, her face a mix of frustration and disbelief. “Luci
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The Don’s Captive Saint Chapter 41 - Back home
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The Don’s Captive Saint Chapter 39 - Consciousness
Luciano stepped out of the shower, toweling his hair dry, the cool air of the suite prickling his skin. He glanced around the room. His jaw tightened when he noticed it was empty.There was a strange twist in his gut when her absence regained. It wasn’t anger or annoyance. Rather it was something sharper that bordered on panic. He didn’t like it. Not one bit.He scanned the space but found nothing disturbed, no broken windows, no open doors. Then his gaze landed on the second bathroom. The door was closed.He crossed the room in three strides, knocking hard once, twice. “Araceli.”There was no answer. He banged the door louder but still no response. He growled under his breath, something dark and unfamiliar crawling up his throat. “Open the door.”The silence mocked him and his patience snapped. With one powerful shove, he threw his weight into it. The door cracked, resisted, then gave in with a violent splinter of wood and hinges. It slammed against the wall with a hollow crash.He s
The Don’s Captive Saint Chapter 38 - Her first
“Keep touching it,” Luciano said, voice low and strained, eyes burning into her.Araceli stared at it rigid. The thing between his legs stood upright across his abdomen, thick and flushed, like some strange, burning branch growing where no branch should. It reminded her of a large, veiny pepperoni, angry red, heavy-looking, throbbing with life.She swallowed, bile rising in her throat.“I said,” he repeated, dragging her gaze up to his face, “keep touching it.”Her hand hovered uncertainly in the space between them. She flinched as his fingers wrapped around hers, guiding her forward. She touched it lightly, then immediately pulled back with a startled yelp.“It’s hot,” she said, horror flickering in her voice. “I don’t know what to do.”Luciano’s jaw flexed. He looked down at himself, then back at her, groaning in irritation. “Just move your hand on it. It’s not complicated.”But Araceli was shaking her head now, lips trembling. “No. I—I don’t want to.”Silence thickened between them
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The Golden Astoria. That was the name etched in gold against obsidian glass, the name talked about with reverence by the elite, the powerful, the untouchable. Celebrities, royals, oil barons, and politicians passed through its hallowed halls. But none more feared than Luciano Salvatore.Araceli had only heard of the hotel through gossip from Paula. But now, she was about to be dragged toward its gates.They would be staying in his private suite. The presidential suite, tailored for someone who ruled more than a country. And the moment he said it, every hair on her body had risen in alarm.Luciano had already stepped out of the car, his door slamming shut with finality, but she stayed frozen in place, her hand trembling on the handle. When she didn’t move, he opened her door himself, reached in, and dragged her out like she weighed nothing.“No,” she whispered, stumbling in her heels. “I’m not going anywhere with you—”He yanked her against him with force. Her front collided with his h
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Araceli froze.No air, no sound, no thought could move through her. Her eyes locked onto the man seated comfortably in Mrs. Maggie’s worn floral armchair, his posture casual, confident, and impossibly out of place in the humble warmth of the small home.Her lips barely parted, a small breath escaping them in a whisper. “No…”Mrs. Maggie, completely oblivious to her horror, was cheerfully fussing over her visitor.“Oh, isn’t it sweet?” she called. “He came this afternoon, said he was your boss, and wanted to see the place you were always talking about. I think that’s just lovely, don’t you?”Araceli couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. All she could do was stare at the devil who had invaded her safe haven.The sound of the oven ding made her flinch.“Oh! Let me get the cupcakes,” Mrs. Maggie chirped, bustling off, humming.Luciano’s eyes never left Araceli. A smirk curled the corner of his lips as he studied her like prey, startled, cornered prey.After his father’s unwanted visit, he’d gone
The Don’s Captive Saint Chapter 34 - Surprise
Araceli had everything planned.She’d packed up the essentials—her Bible, a few clothes, her necklace. Nothing too heavy, nothing too obvious. She couldn’t risk drawing attention. Everyone thought it was a short break and she had to keep it that way. She’d almost thrown her entire plan out the window when Gianna begged her with big eyes to not leave for too long but she managed to stay firm in her resolve. She didn’t know exactly how her plan would play out, but she knew one thing: she had to get to Mrs. Maggie. If anyone could help her, it was her.So she found Benjamin outside, right where she hoped he’d be.“Hi, Benjamin,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.“Hi, Araceli,” he replied with that same sheepish smile he always wore around her.“I’m… I’m leaving today,” she told him quietly.“You’re leaving?” His face dropped in surprise and sadness“I’m not leaving for long,” she lied. “It’s just a short break.”“Why?” he asked.“I just miss my town.”“Yeah,” Benjamin nodded,
