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57 - I Love Him
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The Mafia King's Trophy 58 - I Love Her
MatteoThe dining room feels warmer tonight, though it has nothing to do with the flickering candles or the cozy atmosphere. It’s her.Amara sits across from me, her head slightly tilted as she studies her plate. She’s wearing a simple dress, her hair falling loosely over her shoulders, and I can’t stop staring. It’s been impossible to keep my eyes off her since this realization hit me like a freight train.I love her.The thought alone should terrify me, considering who I am, what I’ve done, and the life I lead. But when I look at her, I can’t bring myself to feel anything but certainty.She glances up, catching me mid-stare. “What?” she asks, a faint blush creeping up her neck.“Nothing,” I say, smirking as I spear a piece of steak with my fork. “Just admiring the view.”She rolls her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitches like she’s trying to hide a smile.“Do you always have to be so insufferable?” she mutters, taking a sip of her wine.“Only with you,” I reply, leaning back i
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AmaraThe soft light of dawn filters through the heavy curtains, casting a faint glow across the room. I stir, the warmth of Matteo’s body pressed against mine anchoring me in a way that feels new but not unwelcome. His arm is heavy across my waist, holding me close, his breath warm against the back of my neck.I lay there, perfectly still, trying to piece together the whirlwind of emotions from last night.Last night...I can’t stop the small smile that tugs at my lips as the memories wash over me. Matteo wasn’t just his usual intense, possessive self. He was tender, his hands moving over me with a kind of reverence I didn’t think him capable of. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word had been filled with something deeper, something raw.He made love to me.The thought makes my cheeks heat, and I press my face into the pillow, trying to hide the smile that refuses to leave. Matteo Dragonetti, the man who once terrified me, the man I thought was incapable of softness, had shown
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MatteoI push open the heavy oak door to my father’s office, a rare smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. It feels strange on my face, unfamiliar, but not unwelcome. The sunlight filters through the large windows, illuminating the dark wood of the room and the collection of books lining the shelves.My father looks up from his desk, his sharp green eyes locking onto mine. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, and a smirk spreads across his face.“Well,” he drawls, his voice tinged with amusement. “That’s a look I haven’t seen in a while. What’s put you in such a good mood, son?”I blink, taken aback. “What are you talking about?”He chuckles, the sound low and knowing. “You’ve got that look. The same one I used to have when your mother managed to get under my skin.”“Dad,” I groan, dragging a hand down my face.His smirk widens, and he gestures to the chair across from him. “Come on, Matteo. Don’t leave me in suspense.”I step inside, closing the door behin
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AmaraThe night air is cool against my skin as Matteo leads me toward the dance studio. His hand is on my lower back, guiding me silently through the quiet halls of the estate. I glance up at him, trying to read his expression, but his face is unreadable, his green eyes fixed ahead.“Why are we going to the studio?” I ask, breaking the silence.“You’ll see,” he says, his tone giving nothing away.I narrow my eyes, suspicious. Matteo isn’t exactly the type to indulge in surprises. Whatever this is, it’s already making my chest tighten with anticipation.When we step inside, I’m greeted by the soft glow of the lights reflecting off the mirrored walls. The space feels warm and intimate, and my eyes catch on the small table in the corner with a bottle of wine and two glasses. My pulse quickens.“Matteo,” I say, my voice tinged with uncertainty. “What’s all this?”He smirks, closing the door behind us. “You’ll find out soon enough, princess. But first…” He reaches for my hand, pulling me t
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NadyaThe room is warm, but I still feel the cold right to my bones. It’s the kind of cold that settles deep in your chest, the kind that doesn’t leave, no matter how many blankets you pile on. I pull the thick quilt tighter around my shoulders and stare at the door, waiting. Always waiting. It’s been days since I was brought here. Days of silence, of healing, of waiting for the other shoe to drop. The man—Markus, they called him—hasn’t come to see me since that night.Not that I want him to.The others, the ones I saw briefly in the chaos, were rough and violent. Markus was no different. He didn’t hurt me, but there was something about him that made my skin crawl and my mind race. The cold gleam in his eyes, the casual way he spoke about violence—it reminded me too much of where I came from.I rub at my wrist absentmindedly, the faint marks from bindings long gone but the memories of them vivid. The sweater’s sleeves are soft, pulling over my hands like a shield. I hate the quiet. I
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MarkusI shut the door to Nadya’s room harder than necessary, the sharp click echoing in the quiet hallway. The girl is driving me up the fucking wall and it's the first time I've seen her since I brought her here.When I walked in, I expected quiet, maybe some timid gratitude or at least compliance. Instead, I got fire—buried under fear, sure, but it’s there, smoldering behind those wide, guarded eyes.Nadya. She’s not like the others we’ve pulled out of hellholes like that. Most of them are broken by the time we get to them, but she’s clinging to something. I know what it is: the hope that her father will come for her.The idea grates at me, and I roll my shoulders, trying to shake off the irritation. Hope like that will only get her killed. If she clings too hard to the idea of being rescued, she’ll never learn to survive. And survival is all that matters in this world.I stalk down the hall, my boots echoing against the polished floors as I head toward Matteo’s office. I need a fu
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NadyaThe hallway is deadly quiet as I slip out of my room, the heavy door clicking shut behind me. My pulse thrums in my ears, and my breath comes in shallow, careful exhales. Every creak of the floor feels deafening, every shadow stretching too far.I don’t know the layout of this house—mansion, really—but I know it’s big. Too big. Too many doors, too many chances to get caught. But I have to try. I’ve been here long enough to know the people who brought me aren’t like the ones before, but that doesn’t mean I trust them. Trust is dangerous, and I can’t afford it. Not now.The faintest sliver of moonlight spills through the tall windows, illuminating the corridor ahead. I keep to the walls, my bare feet silent against the cold marble floors. Every muscle in my body is tight, ready to bolt if I hear so much as a whisper of movement.Just get outside. Find a way past the guards. And then—what?My chest tightens at the thought. I don’t have a real plan. My only goal is to get back to M
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MarkusThe TV is on, but I’m not really watching it. Some action movie with too many explosions and not enough story—exactly the kind of mindless distraction I thought I needed tonight. My boots are up on the coffee table, a glass of whiskey balanced on my knee, and the low hum of the house fills the silence around me.For a moment, it feels almost normal. Like I’m not sitting in a mansion full of secrets, with a girl upstairs who doesn’t trust me any more than I trust myself around her.The phone buzzes on the armrest, and I glance at the screen.Lukas.“What?” I answer, my tone sharp.“Nice to hear your cheerful voice, brother,” Lukas quips, his usual sarcasm bleeding through the line. “You busy?”I take a slow sip of whiskey, savoring the burn. “If you count sitting on my ass as busy, then yeah.”“Well, get ready to move that ass because I found something you’re gonna want to see.” His tone shifts, the humor fading. Lukas doesn’t drop the jokes unless it’s serious.I sit up straigh
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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
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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
