Arya was not an ordinary woman but she was living an ordinary life or at least trying to with a deceased mother, an abusive father and only a high school certificate. A mafia Lord locks eyes with her and everything ordinary becomes a thing of the past. She becomes the most wanted woman and not for crime but her remarkable beauty. The two most powerful mafia Lords fight to have ownership of her body. Juan on the other hand, a ruthless Mafia Lord who fell in love with Arya on first sight has more enemies than he realize. Thinking the only person he has to fight against, is Dominic his long time rival who wants Arya is his biggest mistake as ghosts from his father's past, come back to haunt him. In the midst of a brewing war, can he protect the woman he fought so hard to love? Or does he give her to Dominic who may be the only one to protect her.
View MoreDanny’s eyes were wide. Sweat poured down his face. He didn’t say anything at first.Then finally, he whispered: “We didn’t… get names. We were given directions.”Juan’s eyes narrowed. “Directions?”Danny nodded slowly, groaning in pain. “Someone trained us. Not military training, but enough to move clean. He wore a mask. His voice was changed. We only saw him twice. Never got a clear look.”“So he wasn’t one of mine?”“No,” Danny said, breathing hard. “But he knew stuff. He knew when your guys were working. Which crates to touch. Which to leave alone.”Juan looked at him closely. “That’s inside knowledge.”Danny nodded weakly. “He knew what was coming in and out. He knew the schedules. The routes. The exacrnt number of crates— three-forty-five. Sixteen were to be left untouched by us. Someone connected to your supply chain. Someone who handles the goods.”Juan stood slowly, his mind racing. His eyes went distant, focused on nothing for a second. There was nothing he hated more than b
Juan looked toward Belle’s hospital room one last time. The small window on the door gave him a glimpse of the soft light inside. Then he lowered his eyes to the message on his phone again. His stomach turned uncomfortably. This wasn’t just stress. This felt like betrayal.Someone close to him had talked. Someone he trusted. Someone who was supposed to have his back had opened their mouth and said too much.He stood there in silence for a moment, trying to calm the anger bubbling inside him. He took a slow, steady breath and typed back a reply:“I’m on my way. Don’t let them talk to anyone else.”After hitting send, he slipped the phone back into his pocket. He walked away from the wall. Belle would probably fall asleep soon. She needed rest and he needed to sort out his business. He could make it to the warehouse in twenty minutes.Someone had betrayed him and he needed to find out who before more damage was done.*+*+*+*+*+*+*Juan drove alone to the warehouse.The road ahead of hi
Juan stood in the middle of the room for a while, not moving. His eyes were fixed on the dark window in front of him. The glass reflected his face. He looked tired, older than before. His thoughts were spinning in two directions. One part of him wanted to go see Belle. She needed care, maybe just someone to be there. The other part of him was thinking about the warehouse situation, which was serious and needed to be handled with strength and focus.He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He typed a short message to Hernandez:“Any progress?”Less than a minute later, a reply appeared on the screen.“They’re not talking. We’ve tried… everything.”Juan’s jaw tightened. He thought about going there himself. He knew what it would be like. Just another long night filled with tension and anger, and probably not much success. But then he remembered Belle.He cleaned up quickly. He took off his shirt and looked at the scrape on his side. It wasn’t very deep, but it burned. He cle
After what seemed close to an eternity, mostly due to Juan's impatience and anxiety, they arrived there. The night by the bay was loud and dangerous. It was far from peaceful. The sound of gunshots echoed all around, loud like thunder in a storm. The flashes from the guns lit up the dark like small explosions. Juan jumped out of the vehicle, his boots hitting the wet ground hard. His coat flew behind him as he moved fast through the gunfight.The ground was slippery. Water from the sea mixed with blood, making it even more dangerous to walk or run. People were hiding behind big metal containers, trying not to get shot. Juan’s men, who he had called earlier for help, were already there. They were using the cargo for cover and firing back at the enemy without hesitation.Someone noticed Juan and yelled, “The boss is here!”Juan didn’t stop to ask questions. He pulled out his gun quickly, his eyes scanning the whole area. One of his men ran up to him, ducking behind things to avoid getti
His mind was already racing, as he was thinking of a thousand plans already in just a few seconds, trying to figure out the best way to handle the situation.The anxiety was building up inside him, but he pushed it aside trying to be focused on what needed to be done. First, he had to gather some men who were able to fight. They had to act fast, with no time to waste. The clock was ticking, and with Giovanni's team was already outnumbered and suppressed by whoever the enemy team was, he needed his strongest men. "Dammit," he muttered to himself, his voice filled with frustration. He turned around, already heading back to Belle's room go check on her one last time before leaving. After hearing Giovanni's voice, he could not just send men in without his own supervision. He would not allow himself to be one of those coward Mafia bosses who will always put men ok the job and never fight themselves. Yes, he could not be everywhere at once and not everything needed his attention or for hi
"Belle," Juan finally said after a few minutes of debating whether he should leave her to attend to business or not. "Something came up, I have to leave.""You just promised you'll stay," she pouted, opening her eyes to look up at him. "What do you mean you're leaving already.""A shipment got hijacked, it's worth millions of—""You're saying it's worth more than my life?""I'm not saying that," he sighed. He was annoyed but also grateful that the accident did not make Belle to lose her sense of self. "Plus you're are receiving treatment. You'll he fine. They'll schedule your for surgery to fix your bones and... I'll be there.""I want you here now,"Belle said. "Leaving will only add to my pain.""How?" Juan asked with a sigh. "I'm not throwing a brick at you.""Don't leave," Belle said, closing her eyes again. "If you leave... I'll...""You'll do what?" Juan asked with a raise of his eyebrows, wondering what threat she wanted to use. "Just don't go.""It's important, and I'll be bac
"I know," Juan said quietly. Hr was trying to keep his voice steady but it seemed nearly impossible "He was brave. He protected me, just like he always does." Belle whispered, "I'm so sorry..." Her voice was shaking with guilt and sadness.Juan gently wiped away a tear that had slipped down her cheek. "Don't apologize," he said. "You didn't do this. Someone else is to blame. And I promise you, Belle, I'm going to find out who did this to you."She looked at him, her eyes filled with hope and pain. "And when I find them..." His voice became cold, and the anger was clear in his words. "They will regret ever drawing breath in this world. I swear it."Belle weakly squeezed his hand. "You promise?" she asked, her voice barely audible. But it was filled with a desperate need for assurance. "I promise," Juan replied.Juan leaned back in his chair, one hand running down his face in exhaustion. "You scared me, you know that?" he murmured. Belle gave a small, almost embarrassed laugh. "You
Juan's froze. Shock was written all over his face in an instant. "What did you say?" he asked, his voice taking on a low but rough tone.Ricardo repeated the words, and this time, they hit Juan like a punch to the gut. "Rocco is dead." "No...""He didn't survive," Ricardo said. "He took the impact on the driver's side. It was instant." The silence that followed that statement was long. Juan's jaw clenched tightly, his teeth grinding together. He was holding his breath, the sound of his gasps and growls mingling in his throat.His eyes blurred, but not from tears— they were blurred due to his anger that was boiling over, and he yelled a curse. He slammed his palm against the car door. "Rocco? Was that Rocco driving? And now he's... he's dead?" Hernandez flinched, but said nothing.Juan's eyes looked wild, his gaze unfocused, darting in all directions. He started talking to himself, his words tumbling out in a rush. "He was with me for eight years," he said. "He was one of them men
He didn't wait for the caller to finish speaking before he said I'll be there in fifteen minutes. It wasn't something he could send a random person in his crime faction to attend to. He had to be there himself."Um, boss where exactly are we going to?" Hernandez finally asked when they has driven completely out of the grounds of his estate. Juan had forgotten to ask for any details once he heard an accident. "Hold on," Juan breathed heavily, calling the guard back. The guard picked on the first ring."Where am I to meet you?""Saint Ives hospital," the man said. Juan repeated it off to Hernandez."What really happened?" He inquired, running s hand through his hair. "And what's the severity?""It looked like an accident at first. But there’s something off. The car was tampered with, and we’re getting reports that someone was tailing her. It wasn’t just an accident, Juan. Someone’s sending a message. To you. My harming your... Gir— by harming Belle."Juan’s jaw clenched, the anger risi
Juan Moreno sat at a table in the crowded bar. It was one of the minor establishments he kept just for the fun of it.A pole dancer was entertaining the men who sat drinking, smoking and jesting but his eyes were focused somewhere else. There was a young waitress who was pouring an old man a glass of wine. She smiled at him, her green eyes lighting up beautifully."You are beautiful," the old man said in English. It was obvious he was American."Thank you."He wondered if she were American from her looks and the way she talked. He shook his head, an American couldn't come to Italy just to work as a waitress in a bar. Those Westerners were usually in Italy for tourism. He signalled for her to come over but just then, the man who was owing him millions showed up. His name was Diego and his face was scarred and his eyes swollen."Hey," Diego greeted in Italian. "Sorry for not coming in a while, I got busy with... Life.""I was thinking you did not want to pay my millions," Juan said with...
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