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The Enforcer’s Darling 3
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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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NadyaI can’t sit still. My body feels like it’s buzzing.Breakfast was quiet, Markus watching me like a hawk, his sharp green eyes assessing every move I made. He didn’t say much, but I could feel the weight of his thoughts, the questions I know he wants to ask.Now, alone in my room, the walls feel like they’re closing in. My pacing quickens, my bare feet padding softly against the floor.The posters. The money.My father is looking for me. Not out of love or concern—that’s not his way. No, this is about power and control. I know the way he operates, the way he turns everything into a transaction. People are assets, pawns in his endless games. And me? I was always the crown jewel, the perfect little doll to parade around when it suited him. The air feels heavy as I stop in front of the window, staring out at the sprawling garden below. The Dragonetti estate is beautiful, in a way that feels almost suffocating. It’s a stark contrast to the cold, brutal efficiency of my father’s com
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NadyaThe voice startles me, and I turn quickly, my heart racing, and find Markus’ brother standing a few feet away. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his dark jeans, and his smirk is more mischievous than kind.“Not lost,” I say, my voice steadier than I feel.He raises an eyebrow, tilting his head as he looks me over. His hair is shaved on the sides, the longer strands on top falling slightly over his forehead. Despite the casual air he carries, there’s something sharp about him, a tension that Markus doesn’t have.They are twin brothers, but they couldn’t look any more different.“Could’ve fooled me,” he says, stepping closer. “I’m Lukas, by the way.”I narrow my eyes and cross my arms over my chest. “What do you want?”He shrugs, stopping just short of invading my personal space. “I could ask you the same thing, babydoll.”I nearly vomit at the nickname. “Don’t call me that,” I snap, the word grating against my nerves. “Touchy,” he mutters as his smirk grows. “Fine. Nadya.
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MarkusI lean against the window frame, my arms crossed, watching the garden below. Lukas is standing there, talking to Nadya, and my stomach clenches in a way I don’t like. At all.She’s got her arms crossed too, her body language guarded, but there’s something about the way Lukas talks to her that gets under my skin. He’s being his usual cocky self, throwing out that stupid grin of his that always seems to charm people, and it’s making my jaw ache from how hard I’m clenching it.I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t even be watching them. But I can’t look away.Nadya lets out a laugh—soft, quiet, but it’s there—and something in my chest tightens. Lukas leans back against the fountain, casual as always, like he’s got all the time in the world, and she’s smiling now. It’s not a big smile, but it’s enough to make my fists curl.I force myself to step back from the window, dragging a hand through my hair. What the fuck is wrong with me? Lukas talks to people all the time. Hell, he flirts with t
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MarkusThe house smells of blood. Or maybe that’s just me.The ride back didn’t do much to clear my head, even though the mission was a fucking success. The De Lucas are nothing but a memory now—burned, bleeding, and obliterated. Matteo will be pleased, but that doesn’t do shit for the restless energy still coursing through me.I walk into the Dragonetti estate, blood drying on my hands and the scent of smoke still clinging to my clothes. The guards nod as I pass, but I barely acknowledge them. I’m heading straight for Matteo’s office to report in and hopefully figure out what the hell to do about this clawing feeling in my chest.I take the stairs two at a time, my mind already on the conversation I’m about to have with Matteo, when I almost run straight into her.Nadya’s coming down the stairs, her movements hesitant, like a rabbit trying not to draw attention to itself. Her hair is loose around her shoulders, and she’s wearing some oversized sweater that nearly swallows her whole.
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Markus“Shut up,” I mutter, closing the door behind me. “We need to talk.”“Oh, great,” he says, sitting up and tossing the magazine onto his bedside table. “Because your talks are always so uplifting.”I glare at him as I drop into the chair by his desk. Lukas’ room is like the man himself—minimal, organized, and somehow still cocky. There’s a half-empty bottle of whiskey on the desk and a knife sticking out of the wooden arm of the chair I’m sitting in. He must have been bored earlier.“Did you talk to Matteo?” Lukas asks, leaning back against his headboard. “You’re looking extra broody, so I’m guessing he said something you didn’t like.”“I told him to look into the Bratva,” I say, cutting straight to the point.That gets his attention. His smirk drops, and his eyes narrow. “The Bratva? What the hell are you thinking, Markus?”“I think Nadya’s one of theirs,” I say. “A boss’s daughter, maybe.”He lets out a low whistle, dragging a hand through his hair. “Shit. You’re serious.”“De
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NadyaI can’t get the image out of my head.Markus passing me in the hall last night, his face emotionless and smeared with blood. His green eyes, usually sharp and alive with either mischief or annoyance, looked completely dead. Hollow.How could I have forgotten what he was? What all of them are? Killers. Ruthless men who end lives without hesitation. Last night was a glaring reminder of that. For all the moments I’ve been wrestling with my own fears, trying to figure out what to say or how to ask for help, I let myself forget that Markus Dragonetti is a man who thrives in darkness. A man who kills without remorse. I don’t know what’s worse—that I forgot, or that I still feel safer here than I ever did at home.I pace my bedroom, hugging my arms around myself as the memory replays over and over again. There’s no softness in him—at least, none that he’s willing to show. And yet, for reasons I can’t explain, I don’t feel afraid of him.I should.But I don’t.The knock at my door pul
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MarkusNadya moves across the mat with precision, her blonde hair tied up in a messy bun that’s starting to come undone. Strands fall loose, framing her delicate face, and I catch myself staring for too long. Again. I grit my teeth and glance away, pretending to adjust the gloves I’m wearing, but my eyes betray me, snapping back to her almost immediately. She’s doing the warm-ups I taught her, her small frame moving with surprising grace despite the tension I know she’s carrying. She’s wearing a simple tank top and leggings, but there’s no hiding the lithe, graceful figure beneath, a body that could’ve belonged to a ballerina. But I know better. Whatever dreams she might have had died the moment someone decided she was better suited as a commodity.I lean back against the wall, arms crossed, watching her. It’s not the first time I’ve caught myself staring, and it won’t be the last. There’s something about her that draws my eye—something fragile but not breakable, delicate but not we
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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
