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2025-01-22 17:00:00I don’t like that she is so calm about this, but she seems to know what she is doing, and I just want to get this job done and get my friend back so that we can go home. As we approach Alessandro’s compound, my sense of unease keeps growing. If Maria sees me again, she will know that I have had more than one encounter with her husband, and that is the one thing that I don’t want. The gate opens, and my heart beats even faster. Luca walks out, looking displeased. Mia slows the car when he steps in front of it, making her stop. She smiles and lowers the window as he approaches.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, where do you think you’re going?” Luca demands, his eyes narrowing.
Mia leans out of the window, completely unfazed by his question.
“Hi to you too, Luca. I haven’t missed you at all,” she says, and I can tell from Luca’s expression that they probably do not like each other. There seems to be a negative tension b
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My heart is beating so fast as I get into the car with Luca. He starts the car, and Alessandro and Mia are just staring at us as we drive off. I don’t know why I thought having that outburst was a good idea. I already regret not holding back my anger. I should have just kept my mouth shut and left. But no, I had to be stupid enough to think I could yell at someone who could kill me without batting an eye. I should have just thought about the fact that I haven’t gotten Bella yet, but I let my temper win. I could tell I pissed him off; he was trying so hard to act nonchalant, but I could see it. And now I am terrified of what he might do to me.What if he kills me?He said no one leaves, and I just looked him in the eye and threatened to reveal everything to the feds. He is going to kill me. Hell, he’s probably sent Luca a text to finish me off.“He is going to kill me!” I blurt out, my voice trembling. Luca turns to look at me, compl
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"Why did you lie to your mom that you and Wycliffe are back together?” I ask Bella on the call, and I can hear her scoff. She blatantly lied to her mom about where we spent the night when her mother asked why we stayed out for so long.“Uhm… because we needed to tell her something that didn’t involve us going to a nightclub that belongs to a mafia group and almost getting shot, not to mention that we were abducted by the mafia too,” she says, and I shake my head in disbelief.I mean, she kind of has a point, but I thought given her father is very familiar with what was going on and her mother isn’t as green, they wouldn’t be as surprised, but her lie worked, so it’s okay.“And now you’re going to have to find a way to keep up with that lie, unless you intend to get back together with him.”“Ew.” I laugh at that.They had a pretty nasty breakup, and I was even surprised w
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What the hell is she doing here?She is just as gorgeous as I remember her, with her hair in bouncy curls and dressed in a red floral summer dress that matches her complexion perfectly, making her look like an angel. Her eyes land on me and she smiles. I don’t know why I sigh at that smile, but I do.I think, in a scared part of my mind, I fear she might know about her husband’s proposal to make me his mistress and all the encounters I’ve had with him. When I was lost outside her place that day, she thought I was just some lost stranger. But right now, I don’t know who she thinks I am or what her husband might have told her about me. My heart is beating so fast, and I can feel the heat rising.“Renée, it’s so nice to see you,” she says as she walks over and stretches out her hand for a handshake. I hesitantly take it, hoping she can’t tell how nervous I am by the way my hand is shaking.I clear my thr
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Bella and I are seated in a quaint little coffee shop, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the soft chatter of patrons around us. This place always has the best coffee, and even though it can be a bit pricey, people tend to love it. I’m stirring my latte absentmindedly, my mind still reeling from everything that’s happened.“So, Morales said Dell was okay?” I ask Bella. She nods, taking a sip of her cappuccino.I called her when I was done with my shoot, and she told me she was already out of the station. Morales had been at Dell’s place and was certain that Dell was okay. Apparently, Dell forgetting to lock the door must have been because he left in a hurry.“Yes, he said he will have him call us the moment he is back from the mission they went on,” she says. I don’t know why she seems so calm about all this. I know she knows Dell better than I do, but it just doesn’t make sense.“B
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I watch as Alessandro steps out of the car and swallow hard. He’s wearing a pair of black slacks and a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. For the first time since I’ve met him, I see tattoos peeking out from both his upper arms. As he approaches, my heart starts to race uncontrollably. He always makes my heart beat faster, mostly because he scares me, but today, it’s different. As much as I’m scared, it’s not just fear making my heart race—I find him undeniably attractive. It’s probably the rolled sleeves or the visible tattoos, but something about him today is captivating. He steps so close that I can feel the heat radiating from his body. His cologne, musky and intoxicating, fills the air around me, making my head spin.His gaze locks onto mine, and as much as I want to, I can’t look away. I should be terrified, especially given the outburst and threats I directed at him the last time I saw him. But strangely, I
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I can’t tell how long we’ve been staring into each other’s eyes or how long I’ve been holding my breath, but when he moves back, I let out a long sigh of relief. His eyes move from mine to my lips and then back to my eyes, and he smirks.“You were wrong to say you weren’t afraid of me,” he whispers, his voice low yet dangerous. “You should be.” He removes his hand from my waist and grabs my wrist.“You challenged me and my power, and no one does that. No one still alive, that is.” The moment he says that, fear floods my veins, and the little confidence I had earlier vanishes.He starts dragging me toward a van parked nearby, his grip on my arm very firm.“You threatened me with the FBI and thought you could get away with it?” he shouts, and I know this is it for me. All my sins have caught up with me, and today is the day I die.I knew he was going to make me pay for that
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My mind is racing with a million thoughts as I press the cotton ball gently against Raul’s nose. I can feel his eyes on me, and I wonder if he, too, is trying to find some resemblance between me and my father like I did. My mom always said I had my father’s eyes, and it just so happens that Raul and I share the same eye color. It's a good thing my nursing training always has me equipped with everything I need for first aid. I try to keep my hands steady, as the familiarity of this action gives me a strange sense of calm, even though my mind is swirling with confusion and disbelief. I am still struggling to look at him because the idea that he could be my half-brother is too much to process right now.We ordered an Uber back to the coffee shop where I had left my car when Alessandro took me.Could this be the reason why my father never came back? Because he had another family that he was taking care of? Sure, he kept in communication throughout my growing up
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We are almost at Dell’s place, and the silence in the car is thick with unspoken thoughts. I have so many questions for him, but we are both in this awkward stage, not knowing each other well enough to feel comfortable asking. The reason I changed my mind and decided to take him to Dell’s is that if he turns out to be untrustworthy, being around an FBI agent is the safest option. Also, I need to keep him close to get answers to my questions. Deep down, I know he is my brother and I should trust him, but I can’t help but be skeptical. Why did I never know of him before? He says our dad talked about me to him, so he knew of my existence. Why didn’t he ever try to reach out? Even though I was in a different country, he should have made an effort.I glance at him briefly, and he is staring out the window, seemingly lost in his own world. I want to say something to break the awkwardness but decide against it and turn my attention back to the road. He clears
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I open my eyes, and the splitting headache is a clear reminder of the hangover from last night. I think I might have had a little too much to drink. My body is tangled in soft linen sheets that aren’t mine. I quickly sit up, blinking against the brightness streaming through the curtains. For a moment, everything is hazy—the room, the night, and the nagging sense of regret clawing at the edges of my mind.I push myself up slowly, the cozy carpet beneath my feet unfamiliar. Panic starts to creep in as I take in the space. A strange home. My mind is slowly piecing everything together, and then it hits me—Luca. The bar. The bathroom. His bed.“Oh my god,” I whisper, my hands flying to my face.What the hell have I done?The events of last night quickly come crashing in. What we did didn’t just stop in that bar bathroom. Somehow, we ended up here, and we didn’t stop until... I shake my head, trying to will the memories
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The restaurant is quiet. Too quiet. I’m seated at the center of it, watching the soft shadows cast across the empty tables around me by the flickering candlelight. The dress delivered earlier fits like a glove, hugging my curves and making me feel beautiful, but I’m slowly starting to feel less and less beautiful as time keeps passing by. Sitting here alone in this massive restaurant feels uncomfortable.I swirl the wine in my glass, the rich red liquid catching the light. I sigh and take a sip. It’s my third—or is it my fourth? I’ve lost count. I don’t normally get drunk on wine, but if I keep taking one glass after another, I’ll be tipsy by the time this date even starts. I glance at my phone for the umpteenth time, the screen lighting up with the same message he sent over forty-five minutes ago:I’ll be late, but I’m on my way. Order something, love.That word love feels hollow now. I check the time again,
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Several months laterThis always feels like the first time. I’m straddling Alessandro in the warm, scented water of our bathtub, riding out the pleasure as water laps against my skin. His hands grip my waist tightly, and his head tips back as he groans my name. It’s moments like this when I forget the chaos around us. Here, it’s just him and me—no one else.I let out a soft moan as I finish, my body trembling as I collapse against him. He catches me, cradling me like I’m the most precious thing in the world, before pressing a kiss to my forehead, then to my lips, his breath warm and tender.“I love you,” he whispers softly, tucking my hair behind my ear.Those three words hit me like a wave every time he says them. I smile, kissing him back gently before leaning against his chest, slowly listening to the rhythm of our breathing. His hand brushes through my hair, untangling it with care.“What are you
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I am shaking as I stare at the pool of blood on the floor next to my father’s leg, which keeps growing larger with every passing second. His face is pale, and he is starting to get weaker. I’m trying to hold back my tears, wishing I could help him, but I can’t move. My body feels like it’s chained to this seat, my fists trembling in place on my lap.“Okay, I’ll ask again,” Emilia’s sharp voice cuts through the air, making my heart race even faster. “Who do you have resentment for in this room, Principessa?” she asks in a mocking voice.My throat is dry, my voice barely above a whisper as I stammer. “Maria.”I hear Maria scoff at the other end of the room. “Bitch,” she mutters under her breath, but it’s loud enough for everyone to hear.I swallow hard, trying not to look in her direction. Emilia leans forward, clearly intrigued. “Oh, now this is getting interest
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I open my eyes, and my head is killing me. The first thing I feel is the cold, hard surface beneath me. I try to piece together where I am. Someone is calling my name, the voice faint but familiar, slicing through the fog clouding my mind.“Renée…”I force my eyes open, blinking against the light filtering into the massive room. It takes me a moment to figure out my surroundings, and then I see him—Alessandro. He’s seated on a chair a few feet away, his hands bound, his eyes filled with anger and despair.My heart jumps. He came for me.I try to sit up, and my body aches with every move, but I still manage to sit.“Alessandro,” I whisper, my voice cracking as I struggle to stand.He shakes his head, a silent warning, and that’s when I see it—a gun pressed against his temple. My breath catches in my throat as my heart starts to race.“Hey… hey… are you ok
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The Don's Forbidden Muse Eighty Nine
“Hey! Hey! Let us out of here, you sons of bitches!” Mateo’s scream tears through the heavy silence in the room. He thrashes against the ropes binding him to the chair, his voice hoarse as he shouts.“Let us out of here! Do you hear me? You bastards! You’re going to pay for letting Marco die. I swear to God!” he screams again, his voice bouncing off the walls, but no one comes. The night is quiet except for the sounds of the crickets and my sobbing. I turn to look at my father and brother, and they have that same sad look on their faces.Mateo keeps screaming in rage at no one, yet still, no one seems to hear his cries.I remain seated on the floor, my hands still stained with the now-dried blood that belonged to Marco. Tears stream down my face, and my whole body shakes. He was alive not long ago. But now he is gone. He’s really gone. My chest feels tight, and I can barely breathe. If only Emilia had let me help him&hel
The Don's Forbidden Muse Eighty Eight
The two women exchange a knowing glance, a silent communication passing between them, before one of them stands up. She is slightly taller and more petite than me, though I suspect that’s due to the harsh conditions here. She deliberately walks toward me, the fear she initially displayed now replaced by feigned confidence. The second woman, much shorter with cropped hair, follows close behind, and my heart races with every step they take closer.“So, you’re the new one,” the first woman says, her voice sharp and biting. Even with the coldness in her tone, there’s a hint of curiosity in her eyes, as though she’s heard of me and wants to know more.I blink, confused by her words. “What do you mean?” I ask, though deep down, a part of me already knows.There can only be one reason we look so similar, and I desperately hope it isn’t true—because if it is, I’ll lose my mind.She tilts her head,
