Seven years.
Seven years since I had lain bleeding on the cold marble floor of the Leonetti villa while my father’s shadow loomed over me like the devil himself.
Seven years since I had been branded a traitor, beaten and discarded like yesterday’s trash. Seven years since I had sworn through the blinding agony and salt searing my wounds that I would return—not as the naive daughter of an underboss but as something much, much more.
And now, here I was.
The jet’s door hissed open and the warm Sicilian air, thick with the scent of the sea,
curled around me. The sun dipped toward the horizon and casted the tarmac in amber and gold. My Louboutins clicked against the concrete as I stepped down with steps that were deliberate, controlled and callculated.
I had not come back as a girl seeking her family’s approval.
I had come back as a woman they would learn to fear.
A small hand which slid into mine grounded me immediately.
It was that of Giorgio, my son.
At six years old, he was already a force. His posture was straight, his grip firm and his presence was unnervingly composed. He was far too young to understand the weight of the name he carried and yet he bore it with a quiet dignity that unsettled men twice his age.
His sharp blue eyes—so hauntingly familiar it sometimes stole my breath—swept the airstrip and missed nothing.
It was assessing and calculating.
“Is this where you grew up, Mamma?” His voice was quiet as he spoke but there was a certainty in it that no child his age should possess.
I squeezed his fingers. “Yes, amore. This is where it all began.”
A movement caught my eye just then.
A figure leaned against a sleek black Maserati and a thick cigarette burned between his fingers while he watched me with the kind of scrutiny that usually made weaker people wither.
I recognized him at first glance.
He was Domenico Salvatore, the Fourth Capo of the Salvatore family.
He hadn’t changed much— he was tall, dark and still exuding that effortless Sicilian arrogance. He was wearing a tailored suit that fitted like a second skin and he looked at me the way a predator studies a rival that had stepped into its hunting ground.
I let him look and let him wonder why I was here.
I could bet he was speculating if it was because my father was dying.
My full lips curved in a slow smile as I thought of the curiosity that would be burning his insides right now.
He exhaled smoke through his nose and his gaze remained on me as I turned away and stepped toward the private terminal.
The double doors opened when I almost reached it and Maria was waiting at its entrance.
For the first time in seven years, my mask nearly slipped as I gazed at my only true friend in this godforsaken world.
She hadn’t changed much—her dark hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, her leather jacket worn at the seams and her green eyes looking sharp as always.
She looked like the survivor that she was… just like me.
She stopped abruptly when her gaze flicked down to Giorgio. I saw the moment it hit her…the moment she realized I hadn’t just returned alone. That I had returned with an heir.
“Dio Santo,” she breathed out loud in way that expressed her shock. “You brought a whole legacy back with you.”
Giorgio tilted his head slightly as he studied her with the same calculating intensity she studied him with.
Maria crouched slightly just then as her black painted lips twitched. “What’s your name, piccolo principe?”
Giorgio didn’t blink. “Giorgio Ricci.”
She raised a highly curved eyebrow at that. “Not Giorgio Leonetti?”
A flicker of something sharp flashed in my son’s eyes as he said, “Leonetti is a name borrowed not earned.”
Maria let out a low whistle at that and shook her head in a way that caused her black curls to bounce around her face. Then she stood up and looked at me with amusement in her green eyes. “Mio Dio. He’s really yours.”
I placed a hand on Giorgio’s back as I smiled at her. “Come. We have things to discuss.”
Few minutes later, we slid into the back of a bulletproof Mercedes and the doors were shut with a heavy thud. As we pulled onto the highway that led toward the Leonetti compound, Maria turned to me.
“You heard about your grandfather?”
I nodded. “Stage four pancreatic cancer.”
She exhaled and shook her head. “He’s not long for this world.”
“No.”
Maria drummed her fingers against the leather seat. “Francesca has been consolidating power.”
I didn’t need to ask who she meant. Francesca was my father’s wife and the woman who had wormed her way into his bed and then into the business thereby stripping control from anyone who threatened her grip.
“She has both the legitimate operations and the underground networks under her thumb,” Maria continued. “Your father’s too weak to fight her.”
I stared out the window and watched the olive groves that blur past before saying calmly, “My father was never strong to begin with.”
Maria’s gaze flicked toward Giorgio and the meaning of the glance was clear—there were little ears in the car. But Giorgio simply stared out his own window while his little fingers tapped a silent rhythm against his knee. He was obviously lost in his own thoughts as the car moved on.
Maria shifted uncomfortably as she turned towards her friend. “There’s something else,” she said in a strained voice.
“Of course there is.”
She hesitated and then said, “Enzo.”
I turned my head slightly to look at her but I kept my expression carefully neutral as I asked. “What about him?”
Despite my calm, Maria watched me carefully as she answered. “He’s marrying Isabella.”
For a moment, silence stretched between us. Then I laughed a soft and amused laughter.
Maria frowned as she watched me laugh. She certainly had not expected this kind of reaction from me at all.
“That’s all?”
I leaned back against the seat while I let a smirk linger. “If our engagement could be broken by family politics, it was never worth keeping.”
Maria shook her head as she muttered under her breath. “You’ve really changed, Giu.”
I met her gaze and said steadily. “I had to.”
Then I looked far ahead and saw the Leonetti compound which loomed in the distance and waited to swallow me whole once again.
This time, I was ready.
Power had a scent.It wasn’t just the cigars and aged whiskey that clung to the air like ghosts of old men nor was it the polished mahogany or the faintest trace of gunpowder embedded in the stone walls. It was something deeper and older and it was woven into the very foundation of the Leonetti compound.It smelled like blood in this place. Like betrayal. Like history.The gates groaned shut behind the Mercedes as it drove past it and seemed to seal my past and my future within these walls. The Leonetti estate stretched for thousand of acres and was a sprawling testament to generations of wealth that had been built on fear and respect. It hadn't changed much. The ivy still crawled up the stone walls, the vast terraces still overlooked the Sicilian coastline and the watchful eyes of soldati still tracked every movement with quiet menace.Despite its majestic beauty, I knew that the heart of the estate had long since rotted.When I stepped out of the car and held my son's right hand,
Some ghosts refused to stay buried.That was the thought that came to my head as I heard his footsteps before I saw him. The footsteps screamed of the blatant confidence of a man who had walked these halls his entire life…a man who had once walked beside me as if we were equals.Tht footsteps could only belong to Enzo Salvatore.He emerged from the shadows of the corridor as I walked down it and I could see that his presence was a deliberate obstacle in my path. The marble floors gleamed beneath us and the flickering sconces casted a warm glow on our bodies but there was nothing warm about this encounter. My son had gone ahead of me to our quarters and I was going to meet him there and now this…interference was happening."Giuliana."His voice had deepened since I last heard it. It was richer and rougher. It was the voice of a man who had tasted power and developed an appetite for more.Looking unimpressed, I let my gaze trail over him.He was dressed to project authority—he was weari
The Leonetti family dinners had always been more battlefield than tradition and this one was no different.The table was the same as I remembered—an ancient slab of mahogany that was large enough to seat two dozen and was polished to a mirror shine. The silverware gleamed under the chandelier’s glow while the heavy scent of truffle, wine and power sizzled thickly in the air.Everything seemed perfect but beneath the elegance and the bouquet at the table, tension simmered everywhere like an untended flame.I adjusted my napkin with movements that were slow and deliberate. As Giorgio sat beside me, his small hands were folded over his lap and his posture was impeccable as always. His custom-made suit, a deep navy that whispered of control, matched mine. His presence at the table alone unsettled the entire family even though none of these wolves would admit it.I smiled at that. I smiled even more as I felt their eyes on me while they waited and calculatedAlessandro struck first."You'
The house was not the same as I had left it.Seven years ago, I had walked out of the Leonetti estate as a disgraced daughter and exiled by whispers and betrayals. Now, I walked these marble floors as something far more dangerous—an outsider with the power to break them all.Francesca had spent years ruling this house in my absence. She had been wearing the mask of the perfect Donna, pulling the strings behind my father’s decisions and whispering into my grandfather’s ear. But masks were just that—thin and fragile things. And I thought them useless. I had never been one to play pretend. For that, Francesca despised me. She made her first move at breakfast.I was seated at the long dining table and reading through financial reports on my tablet while Giorgio sat beside me and stirred his espresso with the mannerism of a seasoned diplomat. Francesca looked at us and smiled. I could easily see that it was calculated because it didn’t reach her eyes."You must be exhausted from your tri
I have always known that Dominico was a deadly man and I have tried all these years not to get in touch with him but seeing the way he bonds with the same my child makes me want to hate him the most.A little smirk curved on his lips as he looked at Giorgio with some sense of admiration or so I thought.“He is a really smart kid I must say”. He commented then signaled the maid to serve him a glass of wine. My stomach churned but I quickly found a way to hide all that emotions in my stomach. There was no way I was going to let a man as ruthless as him see my weak side. They all thought I am still that weak lady who left to die a few years ago yet I came back stronger and better, not to be with the joke sitting across me on this table but to execute a bitter sweet revenge.“I didn’t know you would return to marry my brother as the family had planned” I raised my head to look over at the fourth Capo. He definitely doesn’t know who I am and what I am capable of doing. Teo is definitely no
My car came to a sharp halt in front of my father's gigantic empire, the glossy dim sports car that beamed under the midday sun. The daunting tower rose high, its glass windows reflecting the city’s horizon like a pointed chip of steel, a silent proof to decades of power and affluence. The tower, an architectural glamour, stood unshaken amidst the chaos of the city — it’s well polished marble facade grasping the light with a cold, deliberate gleam. The entrance was guarded by two massive bronze doors, their surfaces etched with intricate patterns that spoke of old-world craftsmanship.As I sat silently in my car for a moment, my fingers gently drummed on the smooth leather of the steering wheel, as if to equip myself before stepping into my enemy’s territory. This was my family but I wasn’t sure if they are anymore, with the way they had treated me seven years ago, I had thought severally to give them another chance at forgiveness but after so many years of battling with my mind I h
I couldn’t wait for all of this to be over. I have grown to be a woman of very little words yet my actions speak volume. My step mother Francesca definitely has no say when it comes to my matters with my father. I am next in line to man the affairs of the family until Giorgio is grown enough to handle things. My revenge was close, perfectly kneaded and waiting for the appointed time to strike when no one knows what’s coming.My father didn’t have much to say other than agree to my terms. He had that in the agreement years ago before sending me away like a stray and I bet he didn’t think to change the plans until now. The moment I passed the document to him I saw his expression dim like a faded candle light placed in the gross darkness of the horizon. Selena’s eyes lit up, with assurance waiting for his judgment to favor her but I guess all that was shattered when my father signed the deal and handed the company over to me without protest.“You can’t just sign those”. Isabela growled t
The car came to a halt right in front of the magnificent building where the meeting would be held. This was a meeting of very high profile men and families in the mafia world. And as the heir to my family I have to attend whether or not it’s against my father’s wish. I didn’t care what Isabella and her mother thought. As I got ready to get off the car I noticed Giorgio jumping out of the car, I was just about to scream when he ran off to get the door for me.“Grazie figliolo” I smiled as I rubbed his curly gold hair with my hands. I have not noticed that this little man was learning all the ethics I have been instilling in him. He sees the chauffeur do that all the time. He looked up at me, a soft smile creeping from the corner of his lips.“Anything to make you happy mama”, he said and began to walk off like nothing happened.“Be careful Giorgio, this is a formal gathering and I need you to be formal. Can you do that for me? I asked, while the driver stood watching Gio and I like som
I was still fast asleep the next day when Maria rushed into the room, I decided to stay home for the day at least till the whole saga had died down and this was my only hideout. My father has given me several missed calls while I was running away from a shadow I didn’t create with my hand.“Are you still sleeping? You should follow me downstairs, there’s someone here to see you”. Her voice sounded far and distant to my ears as she spoke. I rolled on to the other side, pulling the duvet up to my chest but she quickly snatched it away from me.“Come on Gui you can’t do this, he is not going to leave”, that was when my head clicked. He has finally traced me down here to kill me. I sprang to my feet, eyes popping and ready for what was to come.“Where is Gio?” That was the first thing I asked as I jumped into the night pants then quickly wrapped my hair into a loose bun at the back.“Gio is still asleep”, her tone was serious yet I couldn’t read her expression and I dared not ask who it w
How dare he show up in my office just to accuse me of something I know nothing about. Just when I thought something good was going to come out now? Last I checked, only my family knew about the whole deal and I can't point a finger to anyone exactly who would have informed those bastards to jeopardize the work.Angry and unstable I grabbed the telephone receiver punching in the digits. I listened closely as it began to ring into my ear.“Hello”, Lisa’s voice came sharp and calculated. I could tell she knew I was upset but didn't bother to say it.“Yes, Lisa. I need you to take care of the office. You can pack up once you are done. I am leaving for the day” , I told her firmly.“Okay ma'am. See you tomorrow then”, she told me and waited for me to drop the call first. The moment I was done, I grabbed my bag and my laptop and headed out through the back door. I took my private route out of my office leading to the spare elevator at the back. I got out of my car and drove straight to Mari
I had just finished speaking with my father when the call came in. From someone I never expected. The president never calls me on days like this and if he ever did it had to be him sealing straight with my dad. But this time I see the call ID dancing on my phone screen. My heart leaped knowing it's not for good but for some bad report I have no idea about.I hesitated for a while before swiping the screen to take the call.“Hello Dominico, the site has been concealed and all operations must stop on it.” He didn't even let me speak before ending the call. “What the hell does he mean by that?” I spoke to myself and I stood in front of the large mirror in my room with my bare chest. My pecs jerked a few times as anger meandered through my nerves. I knew the plan all along but to go this far to end things abruptly was just uncalled for. Gui and I have made a huge investment on this project hoping that we can save a good amount of money when everything is up and running and now this? The
They had their guns pointing at us like criminals. I looked at the men eyeball to eyeball not taking any chances to look like a coward. This was a perfect chance to prove I was strong but it wasn't for a situation as deadly as this. We were outnumbered and Gui is a woman, I can bet with life she isn't trained for times like this. The men had their guns pointed at us until we left the site. Driving behind Gui just to make sure she was fine and all the engineers asked to leave at once. This was an aisyake and I could bet with my log that someone was somewhere taking a long drag of his cigarette and sabotaging my work. My father believes I can handle this project effectively. That is the reason I have been appointed to handle this one.From time to time I steal glances behind me to see if we are being followed. I followed her till she stopped at their gate.She got out of her car heading towards me. Her face was firm and her steps calculated. She stopped just by the door and knocked. I p
The first day at the site. I arrived quite early, my car sat perfectly on the left side as I sat watching the sunset casting a light yellow glow on the trucks and engineers ready to work.A quick glance at my watch. I frowned, drumming my hand on the steering slowly. It quickly sank into a sweet rhythm. My heart raced through everything that had happened in the last weeks. My father doesn't like the idea but I was sure to make him see the good side of it. My phone buzzed a few times before I answered the call.“Hey”. I cleared my throat as I listened to the little one who had called me.“Mom, when are you coming home?” Gio’s voice came rushing in through the phone speaker.“Hey, my darling—I have missed you, don't worry I will be home soon and I promise to get you some macdonalds on my way home”, I assured him. He chuckled a bit and from where I was sitting I could feel his smile spread at the mention of mcdonalds. “You should get me some burger and ice cream too”, was Maria’s voice
I honked a few times before the gates opened for me to drive through, revealing the magnificent Silici empire. The same one my father had built from sweat, blood and crime. Alessandro my father is what I call the untouched and untrackable lion. Despite all this he has tried to come out clean and innocent. The music in my car has been my companion for the past thirty minutes.I pulled up slowly into my parking space right adjacent to the mansion. Hesitating for a while and contemplating my options before exiting the car. The door slammed followed by the clicking sound from the car lock. I was exhausted from the day's work and the plans ahead. The past days have been so hectic that I barely made time to be with the only person that gives me so much reason to be alive. Giorgio must be enjoying my absence especially with the fact that he doesn't even have my time each time I show up in the living room all tired and drained. My red Louis Vuitton bag on my right hand I strolled into the man
“My heart ached as he stared at me with his intoxicating and seductive eyes. I could tell my legs trembled from the smell of his cologne, I slowly shot my eyes as he leaned closer to me, his lips parting to meet mine. When it touched I kissed back, brushing my tongue against his softly. One hand found his hair and the other found his shirt pulling him closer to me. I wanted him here and now and I could tell he too cannot wait to have some good time with me. His hands slowly slid between my legs, and goddamnit I wasn’t wearing one of those unique pants of mine. I had my skirt short on my things revealing a good portion of flesh. A soft moan escaped my lip as I let him slide his hand dipper into my thighs, cold shivers ran through my spine as we continued. I spread my legs slowly, giving him a way to go in deeper. His fingers reached for my undies, stretching the thong I had one slightly, while our lips connected in a tight pleasurable way that I couldn’t resist. As he was about to reac
CHAPTER 23DOMINICO'S POVExactly twenty four hours had passed and I had totally forgotten I had a deal with Dominco Salvatore, the fourth Capo of the city, that no one dared to speak against. He was a tough man that even I had feared at some point but not anymore. I bet over grazing through the files I had set on my table. Then the knock came soft and familiar. I didn't bother to raise my head up and I knew who it was. When I didn't answer after a while I heard the clicking of shoes and the crawling door all at the time.“Ma'am, it seems you are looking for something. I was about to go on a thirty minute break. I have called your office but there was no response so I thought to.come check if everything is alright”, he voice was soft and he'd a tone of kindness. “Yes, you can go for your break. I can't seem to find the draft I made for the meeting with the new oil expatriates coming into town tomorrow. I need to get the documents ready for my presentation. Lisa had her eyes digging
“Come on buddy. We can get all the juices of this deal checked in a few hours” It was Duke speaking.He had recently introduced himself as duke and the hair to the Richardson empire. His brother Donald managed some properties. These men were deep in the corporate affairs and knew exactly how to run their fathers business. They had no business with being Mafias like my brother and I. I wiped a quick hand over my nose as I watched hand the golf stick to his assistant.“Have our site out at the lounge,” he pointed to the exclusive seat out section on the left. It has all the features of a Vip setting and I liked it even though it was almost an open air space. I wore my cap back on and began walking with them. My brother had an undescriptive smile on his face. He seemed even more excited about the deal than I am. I mean I have read a little about the terms but a few changes could be made in our favour. We strolled together till we got to the seats. “Gentlemen please have a seat”, Duke's v