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46 - I Gave You The Last Part Of Me
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The Mafia King's Trophy 47 - Blessing...?
MatteoI don’t waste time after breakfast. The tension I’ve been carrying since last night hasn’t eased, and there’s only one person I need to talk to about this before I lose my nerve.My father is in his office, leaning over a stack of papers with his glasses perched on his nose. He doesn’t look up when I step inside, but I know he’s aware of me. Dante Dragonetti doesn’t miss anything.“Matteo,” he says without looking up, his tone calm and measured. I close the door behind me, taking a deep breath to steady myself before walking to the chair across from his desk. “I’ve made a decision,” I say, my voice sharper than I intend.That gets his attention. He looks up, his sharp green eyes locking onto mine. He leans back in his chair, setting the papers aside, and folds his hands in front of him. “About what?”“Amara,” I say, and even the name feels heavy in my mouth.His expression doesn’t change, but I can see the flicker of interest in his eyes. “Go on.”I rest my elbows on my knees,
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2024-12-28The Mafia King's Trophy 48 - Sienna Dragonetti
AmaraI sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the door. It’s not locked. It hasn’t been for days. That fact gnaws at me, an ever-present reminder of the unspoken freedom Matteo has dangled in front of me.I could leave. Walk out the door, past the guards—if they’d even stop me—and run. But where would I go? And worse… why does the thought of leaving twist my stomach into knots?I glance at my hand, at the weight of Matteo’s signet ring on my finger. It’s too big, slipping down to my middle knuckle unless I push it back up. Its presence feels impossible to ignore, like a brand. Like a promise.A knock at the door startles me, and before I can respond, it opens, revealing Sienna in her chair. Her presence is imposing, as always, but there’s a warmth in her expression I didn’t expect.“Amara,” she says with a small smile. “Would you care to join me outside? The garden is lovely at this time of day.”I hesitate, glancing at the door and back at her. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”“No
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2024-12-29The Mafia King's Trophy 49 - All She Does Is Surprise Me
MatteoThe scent of blood still clings to me, even after hours of breathing in the crisp night air on the drive home. It’s in my hair, under my nails, and the phantom weight of it lingers on my skin.I’m no stranger to blood, to death, to the sharp, biting thrill of taking something away that can never be returned. But today had been... messy. Two men, both Cerulli associates, both spilling information with their dying breaths. It should’ve felt like a victory, but it didn’t. Not entirely.All I want now is a shower, some whiskey, and maybe a few hours of sleep.The house is quiet when I walk in, the kind of silence that stretches late into the night when most people are asleep. I glance at my watch—past midnight. Good. No one will bother me.My feet move on instinct, carrying me to my room, and when I push the door open, I freeze.She’s here.Amara is curled up in the center of my bed, her hair spilling over my pillow, one arm tucked beneath her head. The soft rise and fall of her ch
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2024-12-30The Mafia King's Trophy 50 - Worship
MatteoWhen she finally pulls back, her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed, and she’s grinning up at me like she’s just won the most dangerous game of her life.“You always wake up this grumpy?” she asks, her voice teasing, but there’s a softness in her eyes that grounds me in a way I don’t deserve.I reach for her, pulling her up onto the bed and pinning her beneath me in one fluid motion. My hand cups her jaw, my thumb brushing over the curve of her cheek as I take in the sight of her—flushed, breathless, and completely mine.“No one surprises me,” I murmur, my voice low but steady. “No one.”She tilts her head; her gaze challenging. “Good to know I’m the exception.”A low growl escapes me as I press her deeper into the mattress, my hands framing her face as I look down at her. “You think you can surprise me like that and get away with it, princess?”Her eyes flash with defiance, her lips curving into a sly grin. “What are you going to do about it?”The challenge in her voice send
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2024-12-30The Mafia King's Trophy 51 - Element of Surprise
AmaraThe morning is unusually peaceful. Sienna and I sit in the front garden, the sun warm on our skin, a gentle breeze rustling the flowers. She’s been telling me stories about Matteo as a child, her laughter infectious as she recalls his stubbornness and his knack for mischief even at a young age.“You mean to tell me Matteo locked a tutor in a closet because he didn’t like their voice?” I ask, struggling to contain my laughter.Sienna grins, her eyes alight with mischief. “Oh, it wasn’t just their voice. The poor man also insisted on calling him ‘Matt.’ You can imagine how well that went over.”I burst into laughter, the sound ringing out in the quiet of the garden. It feels good—too good, almost.“And what did Dante do when he found out?” I ask, wiping a tear from the corner of my eye.Her grin softens into something more wistful. “Oh, Dante was furious. But secretly? I think he was proud. Matteo’s always had a way of making his opinions known.”I smile, shaking my head as I try
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2024-12-31The Mafia King's Trophy 52 - Happy Reunion
AmaraThe slap comes before I can even process the words. My head snaps to the side, the sting radiating across my cheek as I bite back a cry. The room feels suffocating, the air thick with cigar smoke and anger as my father glares down at me.“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” he growls, his voice a low, menacing rumble that sends a shiver down my spine.I don’t respond. There’s no point. He’s not looking for an explanation—only someone to blame.“The men who brought you back,” he continues, pacing in front of me like a predator circling its prey, “told me how you didn’t want to come. How you fought them, how you screamed for that Dragonetti bitch.”His words make my stomach churn, but I don’t dare look at him.“Is it true?” he demands, leaning down until his face is inches from mine. “You were calling for her? After everything they’ve done to us?”I swallow hard, my throat dry. “She—she was kind to me,” I manage, my voice barely above a whisper.His hand slams down on the tabl
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-01-02The Mafia King's Trophy 53 - Calm Fury
TW: Sexual AssaultMatteoThe Cerulli estate looms in the darkness ahead, its gates high and menacing, flanked by guards who don’t yet realize tonight is their last shift. My pulse is steady, my breathing controlled. The storm that should be raging inside me is strangely absent. Instead, there’s a calm, cold rage settling in my chest, like ice spreading through my veins.I grip the edge of the car door as Markus and Lukas sit in the backseat, their chatter subdued for once.“Are we really doing this?” Lukas mutters, glancing at Markus, who’s unnervingly quiet.Markus shrugs, loading another magazine into his Glock with meticulous precision. “Of course we are. Matteo’s not the type to let something like this slide.”“That’s not what I mean,” Lukas hisses, leaning forward. “I mean this. Him.” He gestures toward me with a nod of his head. “Look at him.”I glance at Lukas in the rearview mirror, raising an eyebrow. “You have something to say, cousin?”“You’re too calm,” he says flatly, n
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-01-03The Mafia King's Trophy The Enforcer’s Darling Prologue
MarkusThe girl is a mess.She’s trembling in the corner of the room, her face streaked with blood and dirt, her wide eyes darting between Lukas and me like a caged animal. I can’t blame her; she looks like she’s been through hell.And she’s about to see worse.“This one?” Lukas mutters, nudging me with his elbow as he levels his gun at her head. “She’s done for. we could put her out of her misery. Mercy kill. Quick and clean.”The woman flinches at his words, curling in on herself like she’s trying to disappear.“Jesus, Lukas,” I mutter, running a hand through my hair. “You’re fucking heartless.”He shrugs, unbothered. “I’m practical. Look at her, brother. She can barely hold herself together, let alone walk out of here.”I glance at her, my finger resting lightly on the trigger of my own weapon. She doesn’t beg. Doesn’t speak. Just stares at us like she’s already dead inside. But there’s something there. Something small, fragile—like a flicker of a candle that refuses to go out.“Wai
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The Mafia King's Trophy The Mafia King’s Trophy - Final Epilogue
AmaraI wake up to the smell of Matteo.It’s warm linen and expensive cologne, but underneath all that, it’s just him. That familiar scent I’ve come to recognize even before I open my eyes—one that’s clung to me, comforted me, irritated me, consumed me for the past two years. It seeps into my skin the way his love does: all-encompassing, impossible to ignore, and addictive in a way that should probably be illegal.His arm is thrown over my waist, heavy and possessive, like I might slip away in the middle of the night if he doesn’t physically hold me down. Not much has changed there. Matteo Dragonetti is still Matteo—still insufferably bossy, still infuriatingly smug, still the most dangerous man in every room.But somehow, with me… he’s also this.Soft.I turn slightly, pressing my face into the crook of his neck. His bare chest rises and falls under my cheek, and the steady beat of his heart is enough to lull me back to sleep if I’m not careful.Instead, I close my eyes and smile. It’
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NadyaThe sharp rip of fabric fills the room as Markus makes good on his promise. My dress gives way under his grip, the delicate material tearing apart like it’s nothing. A gasp escapes me as the cool air hits my bare skin, goosebumps rising in its wake.“You—” I start, my breath hitching as he yanks the remains of my dress off and tosses it to the floor.“I told you,” he murmurs, voice low and full of heat. “Gonna spread you out and claim every inch of you. Gonna make sure you never forget who you belong to.”I shudder, his words winding through me like a drug, settling deep in my gut where need burns hot. My nerves haven’t disappeared entirely—this is still new, still unfamiliar in ways that make my pulse skitter—but Markus doesn’t rush. He’s careful, even in his dominance, in the way his hands trace my skin like he’s mapping it out, memorizing every inch.He lifts me effortlessly, carrying me from the mirror to the bed like I weigh nothing. The mattress is cool against my heated s
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NadyaThe car pulls up to the private jet, sleek and waiting under the soft glow of the tarmac lights. A few of Markus’s men are already there, loading the last of our luggage, making sure everything is in place. None of them look at me. They wouldn’t dare. They know who I belong to now.Markus steps out first, then turns to offer me his hand. I take it, letting him help me out of the SUV, and he doesn’t let go. He leads me toward the jet, and my pulse quickens when I step inside and he takes me to the private cabin, I see exactly what he’s done.The mirror is massive, taking up nearly the entire wall of the private cabin. It’s impossible to ignore. My reflection stares back at me, wide-eyed and breathless, my wedding dress still pristine, still perfect. For now.I don’t even get a chance to speak before Markus is behind me, his hands slipping around my waist, his lips pressing against the side of my neck.“Remember what I told you, baby?” he murmurs against my skin, his voice thick w
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NadyaThe reception is in full swing, filled with laughter, music, and the clinking of crystal glasses, but my body still hums with leftover adrenaline. The shootout lingers in the back of my mind like an unshakable shadow, and no matter how many times I remind myself that we made it out unscathed, my heart refuses to slow completely. It’s not that I haven’t seen violence before—hell, I was raised in it—but something about today rattled me more than I expected. Maybe it’s because I finally had something to lose.I glance down at my wedding band, the cool weight of it resting against my skin like a silent promise. Markus is my husband now. That still feels surreal to even think. I expected this day to feel like a deal, an arrangement—something I had no real say in. But it doesn’t. Not anymore.I push the memories of the gunfire down as best I can and straighten my shoulders. This is my wedding day. I refuse to let bloodshed be what defines it.Markus hasn’t left my side, his hand rest
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MarkusI stand at the altar, my hands clasped in front of me, trying to maintain some semblance of control. But the second the doors open and I see her—really see her—it’s fucking over for me.My heart slams against my ribs, my pulse roaring in my ears as Nadya steps into the aisle, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. She looks like a dream, a vision wrapped in ivory silk and lace, her golden hair falling in soft waves around her face. I don’t take my eyes off her as she walks toward me, each step measured, her shoulders squared despite the nerves I can see in the slight tremble of her fingers. But her eyes—they don’t waver. Those blue depths lock onto mine, holding me there, grounding me in place. How did I ever believe this girl wouldn’t become everything? That she wouldn’t climb under my skin and settle there, wrapping herself around every thought until she’s all I fucking think about? From the moment I found her huddled in that room, scared and broken, to the woman standing
The Mafia King's Trophy The Enforcer’s Darling 40
NadyaThe night air is cool against my skin as I step onto the small balcony of my bedroom, breathing in the crisp scent of the garden below. The estate is quiet, the sky a deep indigo scattered with stars, and for the first time in weeks, I feel a strange sense of peace settling inside me.Tomorrow, I will be Nadya Dragonetti.I never imagined feeling… calm about that. But here I am, standing on the edge of one life and stepping into another, and I don’t feel like I’m suffocating anymore. Things with Markus have improved, slowly but surely. He still gets frustrated too easily, still lets his temper flare before thinking things through. And I still hold back more than I should, scared of exposing too much of myself. But we’re trying. And that’s more than I thought we’d ever get to.A smile tugs at my lips as I wrap my arms around myself, the silk of my nightgown cool against my skin. A year ago, I wouldn’t have believed any of this.The soft creak of my bedroom door snapping shut mak
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MarkusI stand there in front of her, my heart thundering like a beast trapped inside my chest. She looks fucking stunning in that dress—the kind of breathtaking that steals the air from my lungs. There’s no denying that seeing her like this, standing there bathed in the soft, flattering glow of the dressing room lights, has me questioning my own sanity for ever thinking I could deny myself this woman. She looks like a goddamn angel, and completely out of place standing next to a beast like me. And yet, this perfect creature is supposed to be mine. The thought sends a surge of all-consuming possessiveness tearing through me.Nadya meets my gaze cautiously, her blue eyes uncertain, the softness in them hitting me harder than any blow I’ve ever felt. I swallow tightly, my throat dry, knowing I need to make this right. She’s going to be mine—my wife—and I can’t let us go forward on shaky ground.“You look fucking breathtaking,” I say quietly, my voice rough with raw honesty. She blushes
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NadyaI never thought dress fittings could be fun, yet here I am, standing in front of a floor-length mirror with the Dragonetti women fussing over me like I truly belong. There’s laughter, warmth, and teasing that I don’t always understand but appreciate anyway.For once, I’m not surrounded by cold stares, calculating eyes, or the hushed whispers of men who see me as nothing more than a bargaining chip. Instead, I hear soft murmurs about fabric choices, feel gentle hands smoothing the silk over my frame, and catch playful nudges about honeymoon plans.Serena and Amara take every opportunity to tease me, their easy smiles coaxing small, reluctant laughs from my lips.“I think lace,” Serena says, lifting a delicate ivory fabric and holding it up to my skin. “It brings out your eyes. And the way the silk moves when you walk? Markus will lose his mind.” She smirks, her voice filled with mischief.My face heats at the mention of his name, and I look away quickly, my throat suddenly dry.A
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NadyaThe mirror in front of me shows a version of myself I barely recognize. Pale skin, dark circles under wide, nervous eyes, and lips bitten raw with anxiety. Today is the dress fitting. Just the thought of it makes my chest feel heavy, tightening painfully with each breath I take. A bride, yet I have no mother here to fuss over my hair or smile proudly when I finally slip into white silk. I have no sisters to giggle with as we admire lace and chiffon. There are no friends here to hold my hand and tell me everything will be fine, or to reassure me that Markus might not hate me quite as much as I fear. No—I’m alone, surrounded only by men who speak in clipped, gruff voices, men who can’t possibly understand the hollow ache in my chest or the nerves twisting deep in my stomach. I close my eyes tightly for a moment, forcing myself to breathe slowly, to calm the anxiety building inside me like a storm. I don’t even know how this is supposed to feel, how other women feel when they’r
