Luciano Salvatore leaned back in his chair in the club like a bored king ignoring his subjects. He barely paid attention to the woman in front of him who was sliding off the pole and dancing like it was her last.
She was beautiful, no doubt—a curvy redhead, her body moving with trained seduction under the flashing club lights. But to him, it was nothing more than background noise. A performance he had seen a thousand times. He took a slow sip of his drink, his gaze flicking to the screen of his phone as it buzzed with the notification of a new text. Dante: It’s done. Their warehouse is gone. Luciano nodded as he clicked the call button and lifted the phone to his ear. A moment later, Dante’s voice came through. “It’s done,” Dante repeated. “The Irish won’t be making any more moves on that side of the city. The explosion was clean.” Luciano’s fingers tapped idly against the glass in his other hand. “Casualties?” “Only theirs. None of ours.” “Good. That’s how it should be. Don’t forget to check our warehouse in the countryside before you go home ” He ended the call without another word, his mood no lighter than before. “Jesus,” a voice drawled behind him. “You’ve got the worst expression for a guy watching a show like this.” Luciano exhaled sharply. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. “Sergei Antonov,” he said flatly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Sergei stepped into view, all sharp angles and ice-blue eyes. He carried himself with the easy arrogance of a man who knew he was untouchable. The Bratva’s second-in-command, a man Luciano had clashed with more times than he cared to count. Sergei smirked, grabbing a drink from the table. “What’s the problem? Your panties in a twist because one of your warehouses got blown up by the Irish?” Luciano’s jaw tightened. “And how would you know about that?” Sergei shrugged. “Bad news travels fast. Especially when it’s about a fallen empire.” Luciano’s fingers curled around his glass, his patience thinning. “A fallen empire?” he repeated, his voice deceptively calm. “I don’t recall my empire falling, Antonov. But I do recall leveling a few of my enemies’ homes to the ground.” Sergei chuckled. “Relax, Luciano. I’m just enjoying the sight of you pissed off.” Luciano rolled his shoulders back, feigning indifference. “You’re talking to me a lot for a man who’s supposed to be my enemy. Is this your way of saying you finally want our two families to kiss and make up?” The amusement in Sergei’s eyes disappeared in an instant, replaced by something far colder. “Never.” Luciano smirked. How predictable. “This feud is a relic of our parents’ time,” he said, swirling his drink. “It would be mutually beneficial if we buried the hatchet. We both know it.” Sergei’s jaw tightened. “Beneficial for who? The Italians? So you can sink your claws into what’s ours like parasites? No thanks.” Luciano sighed dramatically, setting down his drink. “Suit yourself. But if I were you, I’d watch my back. You’re in my territory, after all.” Before Sergei could respond, Luciano’s phone buzzed again. It was another call from Dante. Luciano answered. “What now?” There was a pause before Dante spoke. “We found something—someone, actually. A woman collapsed in front of the warehouse.” Luciano frowned. “Who?” “She looks like some homeless girl, but something I'm not so sure. Could be a spy. Or worse. Want me to handle it?” Luciano exhaled sharply. “No. I’ll take care of it myself.” He ended the call, already making his way out of the club. As he entered into his black Escalade, his guards filled into cars of their own and followed behind him. Usually, a man of his status wouldn’t drive himself but Luciano took whatever chance he could to get behind the wheel. Driving always cleared his head. The hum of the engine, the rhythmic blur of streetlights, the shape of the wheel, it all helped him think. And lately, with the trouble rival mafias were giving him, the alliance he was trying to acquire, his father breathing down his neck, and memories of his sister, he had a lot to think about. But before he could dwell on it, the warehouse came into view. As he pulled up and got out of the car, he saw Dante standing just outside, pointing his gun at someone, his expression unreadable. And in front of him and his pistol was a woman. She was on her knees, clutching her small hands together and shaking as she sobbed. “Please, don’t arrest me, officer!” Luciano blinked. What the hell was she talking about? Dante looked just as baffled, his gaze flicking to Luciano. “Here she is, boss.” Luciano stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. The girl was trembling, her face streaked with tears. She was dressed in a thin, wrinkled white dress, her shoes scuffed, her dark hair tangled from the wind. As soon as she saw him, she let out a small gasp. He had the face of the princes read about, with sharp features, flawless tan skin, and perfectly styled hair. But there was something dark about his aura that she couldn’t place. Something not so princely. But that didn’t matter right now, she reminded herself and began to plead with the man. “Oh my gosh, are you the chief of police? Is this your property? Please, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to trespass!” She looked absolutely terrified and so...broken. It wasn’t the kind of fear he was used to—the kind that came from knowing who he was, and what he could do. No, this was something else. Pure. Desperate. She was begging him like he had the power to take her life with a single word. Or more like her life had already mostly been lost and she was trying to cling onto what little of it she had left. And then she did something that left him speechless. She threw her arms around his knees, hugging him as she sobbed, her entire body shaking. “Please don’t arrest me,” she whispered. Luciano stood completely still. Dante looked just as thrown off, eyeing the girl with something bordering on disbelief. Sensing Luciano’s discomfort, the girl removed herself from him and leaned back, eyes still red, puffy, and pleading. But then, as Luciano looked closer, something caught his eye. A glint of light against her skin. His gaze dropped to her neck. Instantly all humor and amusement in his gaze dissipated and his expression turned cold. “Why are you really here?” he asked, his voice dangerously soft. Araceli wiped at her tears, her hands still trembling. “I already told the guy over there” She pointed at Dante and sniffled. “I—I was supposed to be married today.” Her voice wavered, raw with emotion. “But he—he married someone else instead. And then he threw me away like I was dirt under his expensive shoes. I have nowhere to go. No place at all.” Luciano’s jaw ticked. Would a spy be so raw and slightly pathetic? If she was undercover she was playing it well. And yet… Before he could push further, she lifted her head, her eyes suddenly lighting up with something like hope. “Please, sir,” she said, her voice breathless. “Can you give me work? Anything at all?” Luciano arched his brow. “Work?” She nodded rapidly, gripping the fabric of her dress. “Yes. I just need to make enough money. I need to become… better. Classier. Then he’ll see me.” Luciano frowned. “Who?” She hesitated before whispering, “My husband. The one God ordained for me.” Luciano stared at her. Okay, maybe this woman was on some sort of cheap drug. Or maybe she’s just delusional. But still, he couldn’t ignore what he’d seen on her. It wasn’t exactly something a girl like her should have. And that made her his problem. He needed to keep her close. “Fine,” he said smoothly. “What can you do?” Her face lit up, and she straightened, eager. “I can cook. And clean. I’ve done it all my life.” She hesitated, clearly remembering something painful. But then she forced a determined smile. “I’ll be your maid,” she declared. “I’ll cook whatever you want. I’ll clean the walls, the floors, every crevice, every nook and cranny. I’ll do it all.” Luciano exhaled slowly, his mind already calculating. Keeping her close would be beneficial. “Alright,” he said finally, glancing at Dante. Dante gave him a ‘seriously?’ look. Luciano ignored him. “Come with me,” he told her. “Let’s go to my house for your first interview.” Araceli dusted herself off and rose up eagerly as she whispered a small thanks to God. He had sent her a savior in her lowest time of need. And so the girl naively followed the devil that she thought had saved her.The car slowed to a stop at the foot of the grand estate. Araceli leaned toward the window, her mouth slightly parted as she stared at the towering gates and the mansion beyond them.If Nico’s house had been a mansion, then this was a palace. A fortress of pale stone and tall windows, so big it made her feel even smaller than she already did.When the car door opened, she didn’t move. She was still gazing up at the columns and balconies, wondering how many rooms it must hold, and how many people it would take to fill such a big structure. She was sure the house would be buzzing with life and that sparked excitement in her. She’d only ever lived with Father Ambrose so she always desired to live in a full house.Luciano’s voice broke through her thoughts. “Are you planning on coming in tonight?”“Oh! Sorry,” she squeaked, scrambling out of the car.Luciano turned without waiting for her and began walking up the stone steps. She hurried after him, eyes wide as they moved through the gran
The hallway was quiet as Araceli stepped into it, her shoes making soft taps against the marble. She was still beaming from her earlier conversation with Luciano—her employer. She actually had an employer. “I’m employed” The word felt new and proud in her mouth. She clutched it close, like a gift from above.“Thank you Jesus” she whispered gleefully. As she walked toward the room she had been assigned, she passed a door slightly ajar. Just as she was about to continue walking, a piercing scream ripped through the silence.Her heart lurched. And she froze. The scream had come from inside that room—shrill and desperate, like it belonged to a child.There was a pause and then another scream. Gut-wrenching and frantic.“Mommy! No!”She hovered at the door, uncertainty clouding her face. Should I go in? Should I call someone? But another scream broke the air, and before she knew it, she had pushed the door open.Inside, a little girl—no older than eight or nine—lay twisted in the covers
Luciano sat on the edge of his bed, laptop open and the camera feed already pulled up. His gaze was steady as he watched the screen flicker to life. Araceli’s room came into view.She was pacing. Just slowly spinning in a circle in the middle of the room like she was trying to take it all in. Her fingers brushed along the shelves, and the edge of the dresser, her mouth open in quiet awe.“I’ve never had so many shelves to myself before.,” she murmured to herself, “this house is like the castle in fairytales” she commented.Luciano leaned back slightly, rolling his eyes. At first, he thought she was talking to someone through some sort of device but no…she was talking to herself. Then she did a small twirl in the center of the room, barefoot on the marble, her arms outstretched like a child playing in a field.He blinked once.“She’s ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath. He looked at the screen again, focusing this time, on how her long her danced with her as she spun and on the
By 5 a.m. the next morning, Araceli was already awake.She said her morning prayers, rubbed the sleep from her eyes, sat up slowly, and slipped her feet into the soft house slippers Roberta had given her last night. The sun hadn’t even begun to rise, but she was determined to make a good impression. Roberta had told her she’d be responsible for cleaning the hallways in the mornings, and Araceli wanted to start early.She filled two mop buckets with warm water and a bit of pine-scented cleaner she’d found in the storage closet. Then she began her work, starting from the far end of the second floor. The house was silent, and the smooth swish of the mop against the marble echoed faintly through the hallway.But it wasn’t long before fatigue began to creep in. Her limbs ached a little more than they should. Her breath started to feel just a bit too shallow. She leaned her back gently against the cool wall and exhaled, trying to steady herself.“I forgot to take my medicine yesterday,” she
Luciano’s broad chest and hard abs were on full display as he sat on the edge of the bed, the sculpted muscle and hard lines of his body catching the early morning light spilling through the window. Technically he wasn’t naked. He was just shirtless but to her it was nakedness. She had never seen that much of a man before. Not in real life. Not even in books. Her entire body flushed with heat, from her cheeks to the soles of her feet. She squeezed her eyes shut immediately and bowed her head, gripping the mop like it was a crucifix. Luciano didn’t even glance up. He was scrolling through something on his phone, his voice cool and casual. “Clean my room.” Araceli stayed rooted to the floor. She dared a peek just one small glance at the room. The room was a mess. Sheets tangled, pillows tossed on the floor, and a thick, musky scent hung in the air. It clung to the walls. Heavy and strange to her. She didn’t know what it was, but it made her uneasy. Still, she didn’t move.
After cleaning his room she spent moments in one of the guest bathrooms praying to God for forgiveness. She had barely begun cleaning the main living area when the guilt hit her all over again. Even though she’d already whispered her apologies to God at least a hundred times since dawn, still, the shame clung to her like sweat.She hadn’t meant to look. She hadn’t wanted to look.But she’d seen him.Her boss. Shirtless. Broad and sculpted like those biblical heroes painted across cathedral ceilings, except he wasn't a painting, he was real. Human. Breathing. Too much.She bit her lip and gripped the mop tighter, her hands trembling.“Lord,” she whispered under her breath, “I didn’t mean to see it. I promise I wasn’t trying to be unfaithful. You know I’ve kept my heart for the man You chose for me. For Nico. Please, please forgive me.”She hadn’t meant to react the way she had either. Her pulse racing, her eyes refusing to rise. She just… hadn’t expected to feel that way. That heat. Th
Hours had passed since the midday chaos, and the air had settled into something gentler by evening time. Roberta was by the sink, rinsing out pans, while Araceli and Paula sat across from each other, finishing up their dinner. Their laughter rose and fell in rhythm with the clinking of cutlery. “I’ve made a grand discovery,” Araceli announced suddenly, sitting up straighter and pointing her spoon in the air like it was a sword. Roberta and Paula turned to her with curious looks. Araceli lowered her voice, eyes darting around theatrically. “I’ve just tasted porridge that is just as good—no, in fact, I hope Mrs Maggie never finds out—but better than Mrs Maggie’s porridge.” Roberta let out a full, hearty laugh, her shoulders shaking. Paula rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips. “No, I’m serious!” Araceli insisted. “The porridge is amazing!” she filled her spoon with more and ate it before she continued “The way you mixed the flavors together? A masterpi
Early the next morning, Araceli and Gianna joined forces to beg Roberta to call Luciano and ask him if he would allow Benjamin to take them to church. After minutes of pleading and puppy dog eyes, Roberta caved and called Luciano to ask for permission on their behalf, which he granted.Paula couldn't because she told them she was ‘busy’ so Araceli was in charge of taking care of Gianna. She didn’t mind in the slightest though.The ride to church was bright with laughter and the light streaming through the windows of the sleek black SUV. Araceli sat with Gianna in the back, their hands lightly touching as they played a quiet game of spot-the-color, their giggles occasionally rising in volume. In the front seat, Benjamin, the driver, glanced at them through the rearview mirror with an amused expression.“This will definitely be the first time one of Mr. Salvatore’s cars has ever gotten within ten feet of a church,” he joked.Araceli smiled. “That’s not a bad thing. There’s a first time
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
The next morning, the house was unusually quiet, as if even the walls were still basking in the joy of the day before. The memory of Gianna’s and her own tears from the day before haunted Araceli. She felt bad that in trying to comfort the girl, her own pain had leaked through the cracks. She felt like she ruined what should’ve been a perfect day and had to do something to make the girl feel better.That afternoon, the sun was kind and the wind was playful. It was a perfect day to make it up to Gianna.She found her in her room, sitting by the window and twirling a strand of her hair. “Gigi,” Araceli said softly, stepping inside with a gentle smile, “wanna play catch?”Gianna’s eyes lit up instantly. “Like at the park?”“Exactly like at the park.”Paula, who was folding some of Gianna’s clothes nearby, glanced up and rolled her eyes with a smile. “You two never run out of energy, do you?”“Nope!” they said in unison.Paula laughed and stretched. “Alright, I’m off to the restroom. Don
The day at the park was going better than anyone had hoped. The sun was bright but gentle, the air fresh, and laughter filled the space. The park was also empty that day so they had the entire space all to themselves. Gianna had eaten more junk food than she probably should have—cotton candy, popcorn, hotdogs—and Araceli had been right there with her for every bite, every giggle, every game.They had made up ways to play that Gianna could enjoy. Catch became their favorite, tossing a ball between them while Gianna stayed in her wheelchair and Araceli crouched, always ready to reach out and catch anything she missed. They played on every park ride that accommodated her. Araceli never once made her feel like she was missing out. Gianna didn’t even notice that Araceli was doing most of the playing—she was just happy.As the afternoon wore on, Paula and Benjamin found a bench and sat, completely worn out. But Araceli and Gianna still had energy to spare. Araceli had pushed Gianna toward t
The sun glowed gently across the courtyard as Araceli, Paula, and Gianna gathered near the waiting car. It was Gianna’s birthday, and the air in the Salvatore estate felt light. Araceli had swapped her maid uniform out for a modest turtleneck and a long flowing skirt. The scarf at her neck was tucked neatly, and her smile—though a bit tired—was genuine. She’d barely gotten any sleep the night before, afraid she’d encounter the devil again but thankfully she didn’t. Her prayers had worked, she thought.Gianna was practically bouncing in Paula’s arms, her excitement tangible as she looked up at Araceli. “Thank you so much for making my uncle agree to this!”Paula smirked, shifting the child’s weight playfully. “She really is a miracle worker, huh? Must’ve picked up a trick or two from those Jesus miracles she’s always reading about.”Everyone laughed, including Araceli, who raised her hands in mock humility. “It’s not about me today. It’s all about this princess turning a year older.”T
As soon as Araceli stepped into the room, the familiar scent of water lilies and dish soap followed her in, wrapping around Luciano like a memory he hadn’t asked for but couldn’t stop craving. He used to think it was such an odd contrast. But now? He inhaled it like a drug. It lingered in the air, subtle yet commanding, clinging to her like a second skin.She smiled nervously. “Good evening, sir.”Luciano looked up slowly from his work. “Araceli.” He said her name like a thought that had wandered into his mouth. Then his voice sharpened. “The next time you have a request, you come ask me yourself. Don’t send people to do it for you.”Because I want you close every chance I can get, he added internally.Her fingers toyed with the end of her scarf. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry. I just… I thought maybe Roberta would have more luck.”The truth was she was still wary of being alone with him after what happened last time. But she told herself she didn’t have to be nervous. It was all a misunderstan
Araceli found Roberta in the kitchen, humming a tune Araceli had taught her softly as she dried off the last clean plate.“My sweet Berta,” Araceli chimed, voice laced with oversweetness, “how are you this evening?”Roberta didn’t even look up. “Araceli, I’m not making any more sandwiches for you, so don’t try to butter me up.”Araceli gasped, placing a hand on her chest dramatically. “Me? Take advantage of your kindness? I would never.”“Mhm,” Roberta replied, finally glancing at her with an arched brow.“That’s not why I’m here,” Araceli said quickly, though she added under her breath, “although, if you did feel the urge to make more of those sandwiches, I don’t think it’s such a bad idea…”Roberta chuckled, the sound warm and rumbling. “Why are you really here?”Araceli straightened, clasping her hands in front of her. “I was wondering if you could help me ask the boss for something.”Immediately, the lightness in Roberta’s expression dulled. It always did whenever he came up. The
Araceli woke up on the bathroom floor.Well, not exactly woke up. After she gained consciousness, her eyes fluttered open slowly, her limbs heavy, her body trembling as memories from last night slithered back into her mind like shadows slipping through cracks. She hadn’t left the floor since she collapsed. Just lay there, curled up, arms wrapped tightly around her knees, locked away in the bathroom as if the thick wooden door could keep the devil out.The worst part was she didn’t even know what parts were real.Had the devil really come to her room? Had it been a nightmare that manifested physically? Had someone snuck into her room? Her throat closed up every time she tried to piece the night together. Her prayers had turned to sobs hours ago. Over and over again she cried out to God until her voice was hoarse and her soul felt scraped bare.And worse of all was the mark. The evidence of her encounter with the devil.Every time she felt the area of her neck where the purplish bruise
Since the night he heard her laughter in the hallway, sounding like a melody he never knew he craved, Luciano created a night routine for himself.Every night for the past few days, midnight would come, and like clockwork, he’d open the app on his laptop and pull up the live feed from the camera in her room.He told himself it was still for security, that he was only making sure she wasn’t a threat. But that excuse had long since unraveled. The truth was simpler. And far more dangerous. She fascinated him.Tonight was no different. The screen glowed softly in the darkness of his bedroom, illuminating Araceli’s peaceful form. She lay curled beneath the thin blanket, her chest rising and falling with each slow breath. Her dark hair spilled over the pillow like ink against the sheets. Every now and then, she shifted, murmuring something too faint to catch. Her lips parted with a whisper of breath, and one of her hands slid beneath her cheek.Luciano leaned forward, fingers steepled under
Without missing a beat, Roberta shot up. “Welcome back sir”.Roberta turned to Gianna “Gianna, that's enough TV,” she said briskly, turning off the screen. “Araceli come help me help me with lunch”Everyone scrambled to their feet. They all greeted their boss in unison.Only Gianna hesitated until Araceli nudged her gently. Gianna had spoken to Araceli about her strained relationship with her uncle. She had never even called him ‘Uncle Luciano’ since she moved in with him and Araceli had encouraged her to try it when he got back from his trip.She swallowed and looked up. “Welcome back… Uncle Luciano.”He paused for a fraction of a second. Then ignored them all completely and began to walk away.“Benjamin,” he called as he walked out, causing the man’s entire body to freeze. Luciano reached into his pockets and tossed a set of keys. “Warm up the Escalade.”Benny caught the keys clumsily and disappeared without another word.Gianna’s small face crumpled with hurt. Araceli ruffled her