He owns the night of this city, so he should also possess the most delicate white rose of the nation, Serena, a girl nurtured by love and art, his pure prey. Even though his brother also desires Serena, he’s certain she’ll never escape the palm of his hand. But is that really the case? Because Serena came for one purpose; to destroy this ruthless mafia king. Who is the real prey?
Lihat lebih banyakThe kiss started slow.Soft. Searching.But then it deepened, like the slow build of a storm breaking across still waters. Tongues tangled. Breath hitched. The heat between their bodies surged until it felt like the air around them would combust.Serena's hand cradled his cheek, her thumb tracing the edge of his jaw as she kissed him harder. Her fingers slid into his thick black hair, tugging just enough to make him growl softly against her lips. She tiptoed instinctively, pressing her entire body against his. Her breasts molded to his chest, the sheer satin of her nightdress leaving little to the imagination. His body was solid heat, and her knees weakened as his arms held her, anchoring her, melting her.“Hmm.” A moan escaped between them—hers first, then his, like a dark harmony. And then she felt it—his arousal, hard and insistent against her thigh. Her breath caught.Stefano kissed her with devotion and danger—like a man starved, like a man who had wanted this too long and finall
“So…” Serena continued, one eyebrow raised, arms crossed beneath her chest, “…are you gonna come in, or are you gonna stand there staring at me all night?”Stefano's lips twitched into a rare, genuine smile. And then, he laughed. A soft, deep rumble that seemed to vibrate in the air between them.It was a laugh that did something to her—something dangerous. Her skin prickled. Her breath caught. God, what was that?She moved aside, and he walked in, bringing with him a lingering scent of leather, musk, and smoke. The door clicked shut behind him, and just like that, the world outside ceased to exist.“Would you like something to drink?” she asked, voice calm, masking the tremor she felt deep inside.He didn’t answer immediately. He was busy looking around—taking in the stark yet sensual contrast of her living room. It was minimal, but every piece was chosen with sharp taste. The sage green accents, the clean blacks and whites, the cool marble countertops. It surprised him. Just like he
Serena.The moment Serena ended the call, a wild rush of adrenaline surged through her veins. Her breath caught. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she shot up from the bed, pacing her bedroom like a caged animal.What had she just done?If her conscience was a person, she imagined her glaring at her with disgust, like she was so stupid.She felt stupid.“God,” she whispered under her breath, dragging her hands through her damp hair. “What am I doing?”Her thoughts were spinning faster than she could contain. Her mind screamed at her that this was a mistake—a reckless, emotional blunder. But her heart? It thudded with anticipation.Meanwhile, across the city, Stefano rushed through his closet, grabbing his timberland boots and spraying his cologne. He was dressed in a Calvin Klein V-neck shirt, and plain, baggy dark blue Denim jeans and a black leather jacket on top. In a matter of minutes, he was ready. He walked into the corridor of his smoke-drenched manor. The air smelled faintly
Serena.She stared at the message long after she hit send.“I miss you too.”She read it again.Then again.What the hell had she just done?She paced across the living room of her condo, arms crossed tight, her brain warring with her heart. It was part of the act. It had to be. She was playing him, deceiving him — he was the enemy, the mark. This was the game. She was winning.Right?Except… why had her fingers trembled as she typed it?Why had her lips curled in a sheepish, reluctant smile when she hit send — like a teenager with a crush?Goddammit, Calista, she scolded herself silently, slipping into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her. The mirror caught her expression — wide-eyed, flushed, and betraying something dangerously close to… longing.No.It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.She turned on the shower, steam rising around her like a veil, hot water hitting her tense shoulders and loosening the weight of the day. But the heat didn’t ease her thoughts. If anything, it m
Stefano. Back at the manor. Many hours later.The smoke hadn't even settled when the rescue team arrived.Flames licked the walls beneath the manor like the tongues of hell itself, choking the air with burning metal and seared concrete. The explosion had torn through the lower chamber, warping steel, shattering ancient tiles, and triggering the alarm system across the entire estate.The elevator groaned under the pressure, its inner walls scorched black. Inside, Stefano and his men were trapped — battered, choking, eyes red from smoke. The steel cage had jammed mid-ascent, suspended like a coffin in limbo.“Cut the shaft!” one of the rescuers shouted.“They're still alive!” another barked back, his gloved hand pressed against the outer wall of the elevator. “I hear movement!”An emergency generator kicked in, flickering lights sparking on. Sparks sizzled. The backup system tried to jerk the elevator upward, but instead it dropped—six inches—then another foot."Hold it steady!" someon
Serena.Sunlight danced on cobbled streets, weaving through arches and glass-paneled rooftops. Milan’s heart beat loud and beautiful, its pulse hidden in alleyways draped with ivy and piazzas that whispered secrets in foreign tongues.Serena walked beside Nadia, her tour guide and the first real friend she’d made in the city. Nadia’s navy hijab caught the wind, her honey-toned skin glowing under the midday sun as she gestured animatedly toward yet another ancient building.“That’s the Santa Maria delle Grazie,” Nadia explained. “It houses The Last Supper. Da Vinci himself painted it.”Serena took it in, eyes scanning the old brickwork, the eternal reverence that seemed to cling to the place. She scribbled something small in her notebook.They had already been to the Duomo Cathedral, the Sforza Castle, the Pinacoteca di Brera gallery, and at least two hidden underground subway murals that looked like something out of a dream. Every turn brought a new layer to the city, a new wonder tha
Still trapped underground.The elevator groaned in protest, stalling mid-ascent as dust and smoke seeped through the cracks of the doors. The red emergency light flickered, casting ominous shadows over their faces. Without thinking twice, Marco who was still panting from the sprint and explosion effect pulled out his phone with trembling fingers and dialed the emergency number assigned to their underground tech team.“We need extraction. Now!” he barked, voice low but urgent. “Bomb. Explosion. Elevator’s stuck! Stefano’s with us!” He ended the call, his thumb slick with sweat.Across from him, Stefano stood rigid, jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the blinking red light overhead. Rage simmered beneath his skin like molten lead. But beneath the rage, something more insidious writhed —fear. He wouldn't show it, not in front of his men. Never.His thoughts churned like a storm.Pablo had outplayed him. He had trusted the mole just long enough to get burned, and the sting of betrayal seared de
As the elevator descended eight feet beneath the manor, Stefano and Marco stepped out into the dimly lit room, his eyes locking onto the three bound men. But unlike his usual victims, these men were laughing hysterically, their battered and bruised bodies a stark contrast to their mirth. Blood pooled from their mouths, cut and burn marks smeared all over their skin.The torture party has already started before him —not like he cared.However, his eyes lingering on them for a moment, he began. "You lot have to be the first brave ones to end up in my dungeon," His voice dripped with sarcasm. And somehow the men found it funny. They laughed even louder."I think they're high," one of Stefano's men suggested. “I found this in one of the Gringo's pockets.” Stefano's eye met the object he was waving in the hair. It was a white powdery substance in a transparent satchet. Had to be narcotics.His gaze narrowed. “How were they caught?”“The FBI mole surrendered and told us where to find th
An unknown location, Milan, Italy.10:15 pm.Stefano stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of his Milanese manor, gazing out into the rain-soaked night. The droplets slid down the glass like tears, their rhythmic patter a soothing melody that couldn't calm the storm in his mind. Repeatedly, constantly, obsessively, his thoughts were consumed by her —Serena. Her beautiful sage green eyes, her wavy black hair, her fragrance —a scent he couldn't get enough of.He obsessed thought deeply about her smile, the sound of her laughter, her sultry voice and the way she moved in his arms when they danced.The memory of their evening replayed on repeat, and Stefano couldn't shake off the feeling that something had shifted within him. He was so lost in the haze of his thoughts that he couldn't even hear the approaching walking steps. Marco gently pushed open the grand door. He entered the sitting room, where Stefano stood by the window in a dark tailored suit.The room's neutral tones were
------------------------------------------ TRIGGER WARNINGThis book contains scenes of torture, raw erotic content, and SUBTLE references to pedophilia (Chapter 1). This is not your typical romance novel. It dives deep into themes of WAR, LUST, DARK OBSESSIONS, EXPLICIT S3X SCENES AND GRUESOME MURDERS.This book is slow paced. It is a slow burn. If you’re here solely for the steamy scenes, then you're gonna have to wait till chapter 25.If you're seeking action and chaos, there are glimpses of it early on, but the real storm breaks in Chapter 19.After Chapter 1, the story progresses to 9 years later. If you're too impatient and want to understand what happened during that time, jump ahead to Chapters 7 and 8—they fill in the blanks.These are just a few things I felt might frustrate some readers, so I wanted to be upfront. That said, if you’ve made it this far and you're still interested? I love you!Dear reader, my name is Jennifer, and I genuinely h...
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