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17 - I Don’t Understand
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The Mafia King's Trophy 18 - Nothing But A Pawn
AmaraHis eyes are sharp, blazing with fury as they land on me, then flick to his mother. “What the hell is this?” he growls, his voice low and dangerous.Sienna doesn’t flinch, her calm demeanor unshaken. “Tea,” she says simply. “Amara was kind enough to join me.”“Amara,” Matteo spits, his gaze snapping back to me. “You’re supposed to be in your room.”I shrink slightly under his glare, but Sienna speaks before I can.“She’s a guest, Matteo,” she says coolly. “Not a prisoner.”Matteo’s jaw tightens, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “Don’t interfere, Ma,” he warns, his voice cold. “This isn’t your business.”“It became my business the moment you brought her here,” Sienna counters, her tone icy.Matteo ignores her, stalking toward me. His hand wraps around my arm, pulling me to my feet with a force that makes me wince.“We’re leaving,” he snaps, dragging me toward the door.“Matteo—” Sienna starts, but he cuts her off.“Enough,” he growls, his voice like a whip.I stumble
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MatteoThe hallway blurs as I storm toward the parlor, anger pounding through my veins like a war drum. My fists clench and unclench at my sides, and I can still feel the heat of Amara’s tears, the sound of her voice trembling.She wasn’t the one I wanted to break today.It’s my mother.I shove the doors open with more force than necessary, the echo reverberating through the room. She’s sitting at the same table where she had tea with Amara just moments ago, the faint scent of chamomile still lingering in the air.Sienna Dragonetti doesn’t even flinch. She looks up at me, her face calm, poised, the picture of composure, but I can see the steel in her eyes.“You shouldn’t have done it,” I snap, my voice harsh and cold.She tilts her head slightly, resting her hands on the armrests of her chair. “Done what, Matteo?”“Invited her to tea,” I growl, stepping closer. “What the fuck were you thinking?”Her expression doesn’t waver, but her tone sharpens ever so slightly. “I was thinking it m
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MatteoThe bass from the speakers pulses through the club, a relentless beat that matches the pounding in my head. The air is thick with smoke, perfume, and the faint metallic scent of spilled liquor. I’m sitting in the corner booth, a bottle of bourbon on the table in front of me and a half-empty glass in my hand.I poured it an hour ago and still haven’t even taken a sip.Some blonde is draped over me, her hands sliding across my chest as she whispers things I don’t give a fuck about into my ear. Her laughter is high-pitched, fake, and grates on my nerves more than the music.I don’t know her name. I didn’t ask.“Come on, Matteo,” she purrs, her nails raking lightly against my shirt. “You’ve been so tense all night. Let me help you relax.”Her lips trail to my neck, her perfume so strong it makes my stomach turn. I grit my teeth, staring at the glass in my hand as if it holds the answer to the storm swirling in my head.My mind is elsewhere.It’s in the fucking mansion, back in that
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MatteoI shouldn’t be here. I should wait until morning, let the night cool my temper, but the thought of Amara sitting in that room—staring at those flowers I made her pick—gnaws at me. She needs to understand that I won’t tolerate her overstepping again, but maybe I went too far. Accusing her of manipulating my mother? Even I know how ridiculous that sounds.I stride toward her room, rehearsing what I’ll say. Something to smooth over my earlier accusations without losing the upper hand. Something to remind her of her place without ripping into her the way I did before.But the second I open the door, the words die in my throat.At first, I think she’s sleeping, her body lying too still under the sheets. But then the moonlight catches the dark stain spreading across the floor, the glint of something sharp lying near her hand.Then the broken vase, scattered flowers …and the blood.It’s everywhere.Her wrists are sliced open, the skin jagged and red, the blood pooling around her in a
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Matteo“Matteo,” he begins, his voice calm as he pulls up a chair next to me. “I know how much a vendetta can eat at you. It’s like a fucking poison—it fills you up, drives you, gives you purpose. But you need to realize something: Amara is not just her last name, and she’s not her father.”I grit my teeth, the sharp edge of defensiveness rising in my chest. “Dad—”“Listen to me,” he says. “If I still had the attitude you do, your mother wouldn’t be alive right now. I would have killed her.”I blink, staring at him, unable to comprehend what he’s just said. Swallowing hard, I tilt my head, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “What do you mean?”My father exhales heavily, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, his sharp eyes studying me as if he’s deciding whether to lay bare what he’s about to say. His usually impenetrable mask of authority slips slightly, revealing something deeper—regret.“Your mother…” he begins, his voice quieter now, “your mother didn’t always have the life s
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AmaraThe room is quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioning. My body feels heavy, my limbs weighted down by an ache that seems to sink into my bones. My throat is dry, and as I shift, a sharp sting shoots up my arms.I glance down and see the bandages wrapped tightly around my wrists. The sight drags the memory back in vivid detail—the vase breaking, the jagged edge cutting into my skin, the warmth of the blood pooling around me.But I’m here... Alive?The sheets are clean, stark white, and smell faintly of lavender. Everything is too clean, too perfect, like someone scrubbed the entire room free of last night’s mess.I push myself up, wincing as the movement pulls at my arms. It’s then that I notice him.Matteo.He’s slouched in the armchair by the window, his legs stretched out, his head tilted slightly to the side. He’s asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.The sight of him here, in my room, is more jarring than the bandages on my wrists.I move to si
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MatteoI don’t remember walking to my mother’s wing. The corridor is a blur, the steps automatic. By the time I’m outside her door, I can barely breathe. My chest feels too tight, my hands trembling at my sides. I’m Matteo Dragonetti—I don’t tremble.But here I am.I push the door open without knocking, and she’s there, sitting in her wheelchair by the window like always, her sharp profile silhouetted against the sunlight. Her hands are folded neatly in her lap, and she doesn’t turn when I enter.“I was wondering when you’d come,” she says, her voice calm and measured, like she’s been waiting for me.I stand there, frozen for a moment, then close the door behind me. “You knew?” I rasp, my voice rough.“I heard,” she corrects, finally turning to face me. Her gaze sharpens as she takes me in—my disheveled hair, the tension in my jaw, the way my hands clench and unclench at my sides. “Sit down, Matteo.”“I don’t—”“Sit,” she says, her tone leaving no room for argument.I sigh and lower m
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AmaraThe first thing I notice when I wake is the warmth. It’s unfamiliar, close, and wrong. My eyes snap open, and my heart jolts when I see him. Matteo is lying next to me, his green eyes half-lidded but sharp, watching me like a predator watches its prey.I scramble back, pressing my spine into the headboard. “What the hell are you doing?” My voice is hoarse, cracking slightly, but the bite in my tone is still there.He lifts a hand, palm up, in a calming gesture. “Relax, Amara. I’m not here to fight.” His voice is low, almost soothing, which only puts me more on edge. Matteo never soothes.I stare at him, my chest heaving, unsure if I should believe him or start screaming. But something about his expression stops me. He looks… exhausted. Dark circles shadow his sharp eyes, his hair is messier than usual, and his jaw is covered in scruff like he hasn’t bothered to shave in days.“You scared the shit out of me,” I snap, my voice trembling despite my effort to sound composed. “What a
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The Mafia King's Trophy 45 - Blood and Mine
MatteoHer brows knit together, and for a moment, she looks like she might fight me again. But then she nods, her voice barely a whisper. “I do.”Something in me twists at that. It’s not the answer I was expecting, and it hits me harder than I’d like to admit. But I don’t let it show. Instead, I lean down, brushing my lips against hers in a kiss that’s softer this time, almost tender.“Good girl,” I murmur, the words slipping out before I can stop them.She shivers at my praise, her hands sliding up my arms, her nails scraping lightly against my skin as she pulls me closer.“You’re so fucking perfect,” I growl, my lips trailing down her neck, to her collarbone, to the swell of her breast. “Do you even realize that?”She lets out a soft sound, somewhere between a gasp and a laugh. “I’m not—”“Shut up,” I interrupt, my teeth grazing her skin just enough to make her gasp. “I don’t say things I don’t mean, Amara. You should know that by now.”Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling slightl
The Mafia King's Trophy 44 - She Chose Me
MatteoI watch her beneath me, her eyes wide but steady, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths as her fingers dig into my shoulders. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t pull away, even when I can feel how hard my hands are gripping her hips. She’s never been afraid of me, not really, and that’s what drives me fucking insane.“You have no idea,” I murmur again, the words slipping out as I brush my lips over hers, softer this time, almost reverent. “How much I want you. It’s not just want—it’s need. Fucking need.”Her hands tighten against my shoulders, and I pull back enough to look at her, my gaze searching hers. “You came to me,” I say, my voice rough. “You didn’t have to, but you did.”She blinks up at me, her breath catching as she whispers, “You gave me a choice.”“And you chose me,” I growl, the truth of it settling deep in my chest, both exhilarating and terrifying. “You chose me, princess. Do you have any idea what that means?”She shakes her head slightly, her lips parting
The Mafia King's Trophy 43 - Choice Made
AmaraI sit on the edge of my bed, staring at the door, hating myself for how badly I want to open it.His words echo in my mind, over and over, like a song I can’t shake: Come to my bed tonight.It wasn’t an order, and that’s what makes it worse. Matteo never gives choices, and yet, tonight, he handed me one. And what’s worse? The second the words left his mouth, my first instinct was to say yes.I hate myself for it. For the way my chest tightened when he said it. For the way my breath caught when he turned and walked away, leaving me alone with the chaos he created.I’ve spent the last hour pacing my room, the walls feeling smaller and smaller with every step I take. My thoughts are louder than they should be, a war raging in my head between what I want and what I should do.What I should do is lock my door, bury myself under the covers, and pretend none of this happened.But what I want to do…I let out a frustrated sigh, running my hands through my hair. Dancing helped clear my h
The Mafia King's Trophy 42 - I’m Giving You A Choice
MatteoAmara’s head rests against my chest, and I can feel the warmth of her breath through the fabric of my shirt. Her hands are still gripping me, as if letting go would break whatever fragile thread is holding her together.And for once, I don’t feel the need to speak.Her vulnerability is raw, unfiltered, and it seeps into me in a way that nothing else ever has. It’s not weakness—not with her. It’s strength disguised as surrender, and I don’t know what the fuck to do with it.My hand trails down her back, settling at the curve of her waist. I can feel the tension slowly bleeding out of her, her breaths evening out, though there’s still a hesitance in the way she leans into me. Like she’s testing how much of herself she can give before I take too much.“I hate how you do this to me,” she whispers, her voice muffled against my chest.I smirk, even though she can’t see it. “What, make you melt like this?”She pulls back just enough to glare up at me, though there’s no real bite to it
The Mafia King's Trophy 41 - You Feel Like You’re Mine
MatteoI hesitate outside her door, my chest tight with a fear I’ll never admit out loud. The guards reported nothing. No movement, no alarms, no sign she’d tried to leave. But still, I’m bracing myself for an empty room.I left the door unlocked on purpose. A test—or maybe a choice, I’m not sure anymore. I told myself it was to see what she’d do, to prove something about her loyalty or lack of it. But now, standing here, I feel like a fucking idiot.If she’s gone…I can’t even finish the thought.Swallowing hard, I push the door open, expecting the worst.But she’s there.My breath catches in my throat as I take in the sight before me. She’s not in bed. She’s not cowering, plotting, or even sulking like I half expected.She’s dancing.Her movements are fluid, precise, like she’s caught in her own world, a world I have no right to step into. She doesn’t see me, too engrossed in the rhythm of her own body. Her arms move gracefully, her feet gliding across the floor with a lightness tha
The Mafia King's Trophy 40 - Weakness
MatteoThe meeting drags on, the tension in the room thick enough to choke on. My father sits at the head of the table, commanding the room with a calm authority that’s always been both intimidating and inspiring. Lukas and Markus bicker over logistics, their usual bullshit filling the space, but I’m barely paying attention. My mind keeps drifting to Amara—to the way she felt in my lap this morning, the warmth of her body against mine, the way she looked at me like I was something more than a monster.“Matteo, stay behind,” my father says as the others start filing out at the end of the meeting.My head snaps up, and I nod, staying rooted in my chair as Lukas and Markus exchange a glance before leaving. The door closes behind them, and the room is eerily quiet. My father leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers as he studies me with those sharp, calculating eyes. The kind of look that’s always made me feel like a kid caught doing something I shouldn’t.“What’s going on between
The Mafia King's Trophy 39 - Breakfast With an Audience
AmaraMatteo’s hand is firm as he leads me downstairs, his grip like iron around mine. I follow in silence, my head spinning from everything that happened last night.He was rough—he always is—but there was something different, too. Something softer. Something that made my chest ache and my pulse quicken in ways I don’t want to admit.And the things he said…The memory makes my cheeks burn. Matteo Dragonetti doesn’t do kind words, and yet he said things that had me feeling things I shouldn’t.I glance down at our joined hands, the sight of his calloused fingers wrapped around mine making my stomach twist. How strong of a hold does he have over me? Strong enough that I didn’t even try to grab one of his weapons last night when I had the chance. Strong enough that I didn’t even think about running.Why not?That question haunts me as we reach the dining room. Matteo doesn’t let go of my hand as he pulls out a chair, but he doesn’t let me sit in it either. Instead, he sinks down into th
The Mafia King's Trophy 38 - Crossing A Line
MatteoThe first thing I notice when I wake up is her. Amara’s watching me, her head propped on her hand, a soft smile tugging at her lips. It’s not smug or defiant or sharp like it usually is. It’s… different. Too soft. Too real. Like she’s letting her guard down without even realizing it.And it hits me in the chest like a punch I wasn’t ready for.My heart feels like it’s in a vice, squeezing tighter with every second she looks at me like that. I can’t fucking breathe.She looks at me like I’m hers.I don’t deserve that. I don’t deserve her.“What are you smiling at?” I murmur, my voice rough from sleep.She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t look away, just tilts her head slightly. “You. You look… peaceful.”Peaceful. I almost laughed at that. Me? The walking disaster Matteo Dragonetti, peaceful? Not a fucking chance.I don’t respond. Instead, I reach out, curling an arm around her waist and pulling her against me like she belongs here. She gasps softly, her hands bracing against my chest a
