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SURPRISE AT THE BEACH
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Cleo's POV The night air was warm and heavy, the sound of the ocean waves crashing softly against the shore just outside our room. Russo and I had returned from the beach bonfire with the family, and despite the laughter and the smiles, there was an unspoken tension that hung between us, thick and charged. I couldn’t tell if it was the lingering effect of his proposal or the way he had looked at me all day, his eyes dark with something deeper than mere attraction.The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the moon filtering through the sheer curtains, casting delicate shadows that danced across the walls. I changed into my nightdress, a simple satin slip that brushed against my skin in the most delicate way, and tried to focus on anything other than the man standing just a few feet away. Russo was by the window, his broad shoulders outlined in the faint light as he watched the waves. His presence filled the space, overwhelming and magnetic, drawing me in even when I tried to keep my d
Last Updated : 2024-09-10The Mafia's Pawn THE MORNING AFTER
Cleo's POV The soft morning light filtered into the room, casting a warm, golden glow over the sheets. I blinked awake, disoriented for a moment as the memories of last night rushed back. Russo’s arm was draped over me, his body warm and solid against mine. I lay still, trying to keep my breathing even, but my mind was racing. What had I done? The air was thick with the awkwardness of the morning after. My heart pounded as I carefully slid out from under Russo’s arm, trying not to wake him. I wrapped myself in the satin robe draped over the chair and tiptoed to the window, staring out at the ocean. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him; the intimacy of the night before felt raw, leaving me vulnerable in ways I hadn’t anticipated. Russo stirred behind me, and I heard the rustle of sheets as he woke up. I braced myself, pretending to be absorbed by the view outside, but I could feel his gaze on me, warm and searching. “Morning,” he said, his voice still thick with sleep. I could he
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Cleo’s POVThe warmth of Russo’s arms around me lingered even after he pulled away. The air between us felt different now, more open, more raw. As I looked up at him, the awkwardness from the morning began to fade, replaced by something softer, something real. There was no mask, no pretense, just the two of us standing in the quiet room, trying to make sense of whatever this was.He was still close, his hands resting lightly on my waist, his touch sending small shivers through me. The intensity in his gaze had softened, replaced with a gentleness I wasn’t used to seeing in him. Russo wasn’t the kind of man to show vulnerability or affection easily, but today... today felt different.“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, his voice low and filled with concern.I nodded, feeling the weight of my emotions begin to settle. “I think so,” I said, my voice soft but honest. “I just... I didn’t expect this.”Russo’s lips quirked into a small smile, and he reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair b
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Russo’s POV We were sitting together, just enjoying the rare moment of peace. I could feel Cleo relaxing beside me, her laughter easing some of the tension I hadn’t realized was still coiled inside me. She had a way of doing that, of making things feel lighter, even if only for a moment. But that moment was shattered when Viktor walked in without knocking. His steps were quick, his face serious. Without saying anything to Cleo, he bent down and whispered into my ear. “It’s about your parents’ murder,” Viktor said, his voice low but intense. My entire body went cold. I hadn’t heard those words in years. We had called it an accident. I had tried to convince myself that was all it was. But now... murder? I couldn’t hide the shock on my face. Cleo noticed immediately. Her laughter died on her lips, her expression turning from relaxed to concerned. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice careful. I stood up, my mind racing with the weight of what Viktor had just told me. I had to go.
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Russo's POV The private jet touched down in New York under a darkened sky. Cleo sat beside me, her face unreadable, though I knew her mind was racing. Mine was too. The drive from the airport was silent; Viktor had already laid out the plans while we were en route, but something about this situation felt different. It wasn’t like any of the business deals or territory disputes I’d handled before. This was personal. We arrived at one of my safehouses in the heart of the city, a place known only to those closest to me. Viktor was already at the table, going over intel, maps, and files. Cleo stood off to the side, watching everything with sharp eyes, trying to take in the new world she was stepping into. I didn’t want her involved. This was messy, bloody, and the mafia world wasn’t something you could just dip a toe into. You either dove in headfirst or stayed on the shore. And Cleo? She shouldn’t have to drown in the waters I’d been swimming in my whole life. But she was here now.
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Russo’s eyes bore into mine, the weight of everything we were about to do hanging in the air. I could feel his resistance crumbling, the logic of the situation winning out over his need to protect me. I knew this wasn’t what he wanted, but it was the best chance we had. He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Alright,” he finally said, his voice low and reluctant. “But we do this my way. If you’re in, you follow every order I give, no exceptions.” I nodded, swallowing hard. “Agreed.” His gaze softened, and for a moment, I saw something deeper in his eyes, something beyond the hardened exterior he always wore. “You don’t know what you’re getting into, Cleo.” “I do,” I replied, my voice firm. “And I’m ready.” Russo stared at me a moment longer, then nodded to Viktor, who had been standing silently by the door. “We’ll change the plan,” he said, addressing his second-in-command. “Cleo will go in. We’ll get the location and time from her. No moves until we’re sure he’ll
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Back at the safehouse, the tension was thick in the air. I walked into the dimly lit room, my hands still trembling slightly from the encounter with Marco. Russo was waiting, pacing near the window. The moment I stepped inside, his eyes snapped toward me, searching my face for answers. “How did it go?” he asked, his voice tight with anticipation. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to steady my nerves. “It worked. I got him to agree to meet me tomorrow. He’s suspicious, but I think he bought it.” Russo’s jaw clenched, his fists balling at his sides. “Where?” “He didn’t give me the location yet. He said he’ll text me tomorrow with the details.” Russo cursed under his breath, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “We need to be ready. If he even senses something’s off, he’ll disappear again.” I nodded, fully aware of the danger we were walking into. If we missed this chance, it would be over. Russo had waited years to track down Marco, to finally get answers about his
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The Mafia's Pawn I'M SORRY CLEO
Cleo's POV Before I could process what was happening, he was off the bed, pulling away from me without a second glance. The warmth of his touch, the intensity of the moment, vanished as if it had never been there. I was left trembling, the cold air biting at my skin where his warmth had been just moments before. “Russo? What’s wrong?” I asked, but he was already out the door. He rushed out of the room, not even bothering to throw on a shirt, leaving me lying there in the dark. I heard him call her name again, his voice thick with concern as he disappeared down the hallway. Russo, where are you going?” I called out, trying to mask the frustration in my voice. My body was still humming with need, but I forced my legs together, willing the tension to ebb away. He didn’t answer. I bit my lower lip, the lingering warmth between my thighs rapidly cooling into a hollow ache. For a moment, I just lay there, paralyzed by a mix of emotions, confusion, anger, hurt. The remnants of pl
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Cleo's POV I forced another smile as Isabelle belched in my face, her breath reeking of alcohol. My stomach turned, and I had to fight the urge to step back. “Let’s go upstairs,” Russo said quickly, grabbing Isabelle’s arm. He looked at me, his expression almost pleading. “You don’t mind me guiding her upstairs, do you? She’s really drunk, you know.” He didn’t even wait for my response, just turned and put his arm around Isabelle again, guiding her toward the entrance of his building. I stood there, watching them. A thousand words tangled in my throat, but none of them would come out. I didn't suffer any grievances? This woman clearly knew who I was, before Russo could even introduce me. So, how come I never heard anything about her for once in the past six months? Fighting the lump in my throat, I grabbed my broken suitcase and trudged after them, my mind reeling. In the elevator, I finally found my voice. “I’ve been trying to reach you for days,” I said, forcing myself to look
The Mafia's Pawn SEQUEL
Author’s POV As we turn the page into this next chapter, I want to take a moment to express my heartfelt gratitude for your support on Cleo, Russo, Aunt Lydia, Miley and Ella's journey thus far. Their story has been one of love, betrayal, and resilience, and it is far from over. In this continuation, you will delve deeper into Cleo's evolution as she navigates the complexities of her relationship with Russo and his secret long distance girlfriend, Isabelle, explores the intricacies of her past, and confronts the challenges that come with reclaiming her future. As the bonds of friendship are tested and new alliances are formed, prepare for a tapestry of emotions that will draw you even closer to these beloved characters. This sequel is crafted to seamlessly weave into the narrative you’ve already come to know, enriching the themes and the heart of the story while unveiling fresh layers of intrigue and connection. You are invited to immerse yourself once more in their world, where e
The Mafia's Pawn THE END
Cleo's POV Russo raised an eyebrow, curiosity flickering in his expression. “Where exactly?”I couldn’t help but smile, a sense of freedom bubbling up inside me. “To my parents’ grave.”His expression softened, the lines of uncertainty easing away. “Then let’s go.”We stepped outside, the cool air embracing us as we made our way to the car. The world felt different now, lighter somehow, as though the burdens of my past were finally loosening their grip. I climbed into the passenger seat, and he turned to me, a flicker of admiration in his eyes.“You’re brave, Cleo. Facing the past like this.”I shrugged, feeling a mix of pride and vulnerability. “It’s time to make things right and to honor them properly.”The drive to the cemetery was filled with a comfortable silence, each passing moment allowing me to gather my thoughts. As we arrived, I glanced out the window at the sprawling grounds, the rows of gravestones standing like sentinels in the soft afternoon light.“Here we are,” I sai
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She flinched, unable to meet my gaze as the truth unraveled before us both, heavy and undeniable. For a moment, a flicker of remorse crossed her face, but it was gone just as quickly, replaced by the twisted self-justification that had driven her all along."Cleo, you don’t understand," she hissed, her voice wavering. "I did it for survival. You don’t know the pressure, the weight of everything I had to endure. Your father was... useless to me. I needed control, or we’d have been left with nothing."My hands clenched, the anger simmering hotter than ever. "So you took everything from him and from me just to save yourself?"She bit her lip, struggling to hold onto her composure, but she was visibly cracking. "I… I did what I thought was best. I didn’t mean for it to go this far," she murmured, the hint of vulnerability almost pitiful if it weren’t for the years of pain she’d caused me.Russo stepped closer, his presence casting a shadow over her. "And Ella?" he asked sharply, his tone
The Mafia's Pawn DAWN
The echo of Ella’s threats lingered in the quiet of the morning, her footsteps fading down the path. I leaned against the gate, taking a slow, steady breath, steadying myself after the charged encounter. My cheek still stung from her slap, but the ache only served to solidify the resolve that had been simmering inside me for so long.As I walked back to the house, Russo stepped into the hall, his brow furrowed as he looked me over. “Did she hurt you?” he asked, his voice calm but with a flicker of anger beneath.I shook my head. “She tried. But she’s not worth it, Russo. Not anymore.”He nodded, the corners of his mouth lifting in a faint, approving smile. “That’s the Cleo I know.” He led me toward the kitchen, where he already had a steaming cup of coffee waiting, knowing I needed a moment to regain my composure.I took a sip, feeling the warmth spread through me, grounding me. “She’s going to keep coming back, you know. Ella won’t stop until she thinks she’s won, no matter what she
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Cleo's POV My head was pounding, still foggy from sleep, when a loud bang echoed through the house. I shot up, barely able to focus as I tried to shake off the drowsiness. My vision cleared just enough to see the small screen that connected to the outside security camera. Ella was standing there, seething with anger, her face twisted in a way that sent a warning through my veins.I was expecting her anyways, but not so soon. I adjusted my clothes, trying to mask the unease creeping up my spine, and went to the gate. As soon as it opened enough to let her in, Ella stormed forward, her fury radiating like a wave. Before I could even get a word out, she slapped me hard across the face, the sting sharp and immediate.“Where are they, Cleo?” she demanded, her voice icy and controlled. “Where’s my mother? Where’s Miley?”My mind raced, but I kept my expression steady, meeting her furious gaze with as much composure as I could muster. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, my voi
The Mafia's Pawn THE REVEAL
Cleo's POV The leather seat in Russo's car was cool against my back, a stark contrast to the fiery adrenaline that still surged through my veins. I leaned back, trying to gather my thoughts, but my mind was still replaying the scene in that hotel room with Miley. The look on his face, his shock, his fear was something I’d savor for a long time. Russo glanced over at me from the driver’s seat, his sharp eyes assessing me before a smirk curved his lips. “You know, you looked stunning in that wedding gown,” he teased, the hint of laughter in his voice. I scoffed, rolling my eyes but unable to suppress the small smile tugging at my lips. “If you’re that invested in how I looked, you could’ve at least given me a proper wedding,” I shot back, raising an eyebrow at him. “Even if our marriage is just on paper.” Russo chuckled, his deep laugh filling the car. “So be it,” he said, his voice taking on a playful edge. “Let’s have that grand wedding, Cleo. White doves, a choir, the works.
