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2025-03-14 00:15:26(ROSA’s POV)
The bass pounded in my chest, loud and unrelenting.
Cigar smoke curled through the air, mixing with the scent of expensive whiskey and something filthier; the raw hunger of men who had too much power and no control.
I adjusted the flimsy mask covering half my face, my fingers trembling. It wouldn’t do much if someone looked too closely, but it gave me a false sense of security.
That was all I needed.
Just one night.
One chance to make enough for Sofia’s surgery.
“Get up there, Rosa.”
Liana’s sharp whisper cut through my hesitation as she grabbed my wrist, her nails digging in. She was the one who got me this job.
“These men are loaded,” she hissed. “Dance like you used to, and they’ll throw money like it’s nothing.”
My stomach twisted. But I forced my feet to move.
The music shifted, slow and sultry, thick with expectation. The dim lights flickered over the crowd, revealing rows of eager eyes, waiting.
I gripped the pole, my heart hammering.
This wasn’t me.
I didn’t do this.
Then I saw Sofia’s face in my mind; small, fragile, hooked up to those cold machines.
My hesitation disappeared.
I moved.
My hips swayed to the rhythm. My hands traced down my body, each movement calculated, each step a mask. Cheers erupted. Money rained down.
I didn’t look at them. I couldn’t.
The mask gave me just enough courage to pretend I wasn’t here— to ignore the way their eyes devoured me, how their fingers twitched, aching to touch.
A thick stack of hundred-dollar bills caught my eye.
At the front, an older man with slicked-back hair grinned, waving the money like bait. His dark eyes gleamed with something ugly.
I forced my feet forward, twirling just out of reach, playing along, ignoring the sickness crawling under my skin.
Then his hand grabbed my waist.
“Come here, Bella,” he murmured, pulling me against him.
I froze. His body pressed into mine, his breath hot and thick with whiskey.
When his hand cupped my breast, something inside me snapped.
I slapped him.
Hard.
The music screeched to a halt.
Silence.
The club held its breath.
For a second, the don did nothing. Then his face twisted; rage and humiliation. His fingers clamped around my wrist, yanking me forward.
“You little whore—”
Before he could finish, his men moved.
Hands grabbed at me, rough and punishing. Panic exploded in my chest.
No.
No, no, no.
I fought, but there were too many. My mask slipped, falling away.
And the moment my face was exposed, I heard it.
A voice.
Low. Cold. Deadly.
“Let. Her. Go.”
The entire club went still.
The hands on me vanished instantly, as if burned. The men who had been ready to rip me apart stumbled back, their eyes wide with something close to fear.
“Mr. Moretti,” someone gasped.
And then I saw him.
Vincenzo Moretti.
His name alone carried weight, whispered in fear and respect.
He stood at the edge of the room, dressed in black, his powerful frame rigid, his dark eyes locked onto me.
My heart stopped.
I knew that face. I knew those eyes.
Oh, God.
Vincenzo!
My past. My greatest mistake. My first love.
His face was unreadable, but the fire in his gaze told me everything I needed to know.
He recognized me.
Before I could react, he moved.
The don barely got a word out before Vincenzo’s hand wrapped around his throat and slammed him into the nearest table.
Glass shattered.
A strangled gasp filled the air.
No one dared to interfere.
Vincenzo leaned in, his fingers tightening around the man's throat with terrifying control. The don choked, clawing at his grip, but Vincenzo didn’t budge.
Then, slowly, deliberately, he turned his head, and our eyes met.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
I forgot how to breathe.
His dark gaze burned into me, a violent storm raging beneath the surface. His jaw tightened, his nostrils flared, and for a moment, I swore I saw something dangerous flicker in his eyes.
Not just rage.
Recognition. Hunger. Possession.
I felt exposed beneath his stare.
Branded.
Claimed.
His fingers twitched slightly around the Don’s throat, betraying the restraint he was barely holding onto.
Then, with terrifying ease, he let go.
The Don crumpled to the floor, gasping, clutching his neck.
Vincenzo didn’t look at him.
No.
His attention was on me.
Only me.
And when he took a step forward, my entire body locked up.
I should run.
I should fight.
But I did neither.
The club watched in stunned silence as he reached for my wrist. His grip was firm. Unyielding.
Before I could protest, he pulled me away.
Away from the stage.
Away from the club.
Away from the life I had been barely holding together.
My body followed on instinct.
My mind screamed at me to stop.
But my heart, the foolish, reckless thing, knew there was no escaping Vincenzo Moretti.
Not this time.
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ROSA’S POVThe silence in Vincenzo’s penthouse was suffocating. The moment we stepped inside, he let go of my wrist. I almost stumbled back, my heart racing. I should have felt relief, should have been glad he let me go, but instead, my skin tingled where his fingers had been, like his touch had burned into me. The place was huge, with floor-to-ceiling windows showing off the glittering city. Everything screamed power and control, black leather, dark marble, dim lights casting long shadows. A cage, I realized. A beautiful trap. Vincenzo watched me like he was figuring me out, his dark eyes trailing over me slowly. I felt exposed, like I was still standing under the club lights, like he could see right through me; to my fear, my desperation… and how much he affected me. I swallowed, forcing my voice to stay firm. “You had no right.” He turned, unbuttoning his cuffs, rolling them up as if he had all the time in the world. “No right to what?” “To interfere,” I snapped. “To
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VICENZO’S POV The moment Rosa’s bare feet ghosted across my penthouse floor, I knew she was running. I heard the door click shut behind her, the softest sound against the silence of the night. If I hadn’t been waiting for it, expecting it, I might have let her go. But I had learned my lesson a long time ago. Rosalinda Amato ran when things got hard. She had run from us once. She had run from me. From our love. She thought she could do it again. I pressed the bell that signaled Matteo, my right-hand man, to enter the room. Then I walked to the bar and carefully poured myself a glass of whiskey. I let the ice clink against the glass, watching the city through the massive window. I took a slow sip, allowing the burn to settle in my chest before I spoke. “She left.” My voice was calm, measured. It didn’t betray my feelings. Matteo, standing by the doorway, didn’t look surprised. “Do you want us to bring her back?” I tilted the glass in my hand, watching the amber liq
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Rosa’s POVThe walk back to my apartment feels longer than usual.The streets are quieter at this hour, but the silence does nothing to soothe the chaos in my mind. My heels click against the pavement as I pull my coat tighter around me, a weak attempt to shake the cold that has settled deep inside my bones.I don’t have enough money.The thought plays over and over in my head, each repetition pressing down on me like a crushing weight.The hospital visit had drained me. Not just emotionally, but financially. The cash I had managed to grab at the club wasn’t even half of what I needed. The surgery, the hospital bills, the medicine—it was too much.I need more.And I know exactly where to get it.A sick feeling coils in my stomach as I consider going back to the club. The idea of stepping onto that stage again, of letting men leer at me, touch me; it makes me want to crawl out of my own skin.But I don’t have a choice.I would do anything for my daughter.Even this.I push the thought
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Rosa’s POVThe silence in Vincenzo’s penthouse is unbearable.I sit on the edge of a velvet chaise, my fingers curling into the fabric as I stare at the dimly lit skyline beyond the glass walls. The city stretches before me, bright, endless, full of possibilities.And yet, I am trapped.I don’t know how much time has passed since he brought me here. Minutes? Hours? Time loses meaning in this place, in his presence.Vincenzo hasn’t spoken to me since we arrived. He moves around the penthouse as if I don’t exist, pouring himself a drink, loosening the top buttons of his black shirt, his sleeves still rolled up from earlier. The tattoos on his forearms shift when he flexes his fingers around the glass, bringing the whiskey to his lips.He has always been beautiful.It’s the cruelest thing about him.The first time I saw him, I was seventeen. A girl with too many dreams and not enough sense, waiting tables at a tiny café. He had walked in with his dark suit and untouchable arrogance, lean
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ROSA’S PoVIt was Bianca Ricci. My best friend. She was standing in the doorway, the shock on her face mirroring mine. I had thought I would never see her again. Her red lips were curled with disdain and I could tell that she wasn’t happy to see me. She just stood there, watching me, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders in waves.The memories hit me brutally, uninvited, rushing to the surface after being buried for years under the weight of struggle. The secrets we had whispered in the dark and the clink of the wine bottles we had stolen from my father’s cellar. As she stood there watching me, I could hear her laughter from faraway, a beautiful sound that was all Bianca’s.She looked different now. Harder.She stepped inside, moving with the same effortless grace she had always possessed. That easy, unshakable confidence that had once drawn me to her. Bianca knew her place in this world; after all, she was the daughter of a ruthless mafia don.She walked straight to Vincenzo an
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VICENZO’S POVRosa was jealous.She thought she was hiding it, but I could see it in the way her hands curled into fists at her sides, the slight hitch in her breath, the tight set of her jaw. She wouldn’t look at me. Not directly.I didn’t push Bianca away, even though I didn’t like her so close. Her perfume was sharp and cloying as she leaned in, pressing just slightly against me while handing me the envelope. Rosa noticed.Good.It was rare to see her struggle to mask her emotions. Rare to catch a glimpse of the fire still burning beneath all that defiance.I tucked the letter into my pocket and turned to her. “Inside.”Her lips parted slightly, just a flicker of hesitation, but she didn’t argue. It took everything in her not to. That only pleased me more.She straightened, lifted her chin, a quiet reminder that she still had pride, still had fight. Good. She’d need it.Without another word, she walked past me, her shoulder brushing mine as she headed into the bedroom. I watched th
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VICENZO’S POVRosa was jealous.She thought she was hiding it, but I could see it in the way her hands curled into fists at her sides, the slight hitch in her breath, the tight set of her jaw. She wouldn’t look at me. Not directly.I didn’t push Bianca away, even though I didn’t like her so close. Her perfume was sharp and cloying as she leaned in, pressing just slightly against me while handing me the envelope. Rosa noticed.Good.It was rare to see her struggle to mask her emotions. Rare to catch a glimpse of the fire still burning beneath all that defiance.I tucked the letter into my pocket and turned to her. “Inside.”Her lips parted slightly, just a flicker of hesitation, but she didn’t argue. It took everything in her not to. That only pleased me more.She straightened, lifted her chin, a quiet reminder that she still had pride, still had fight. Good. She’d need it.Without another word, she walked past me, her shoulder brushing mine as she headed into the bedroom. I watched th
The Mafia’s Runaway Bride Chapter 6
ROSA’S PoVIt was Bianca Ricci. My best friend. She was standing in the doorway, the shock on her face mirroring mine. I had thought I would never see her again. Her red lips were curled with disdain and I could tell that she wasn’t happy to see me. She just stood there, watching me, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders in waves.The memories hit me brutally, uninvited, rushing to the surface after being buried for years under the weight of struggle. The secrets we had whispered in the dark and the clink of the wine bottles we had stolen from my father’s cellar. As she stood there watching me, I could hear her laughter from faraway, a beautiful sound that was all Bianca’s.She looked different now. Harder.She stepped inside, moving with the same effortless grace she had always possessed. That easy, unshakable confidence that had once drawn me to her. Bianca knew her place in this world; after all, she was the daughter of a ruthless mafia don.She walked straight to Vincenzo an
The Mafia’s Runaway Bride Chapter 5
Rosa’s POVThe silence in Vincenzo’s penthouse is unbearable.I sit on the edge of a velvet chaise, my fingers curling into the fabric as I stare at the dimly lit skyline beyond the glass walls. The city stretches before me, bright, endless, full of possibilities.And yet, I am trapped.I don’t know how much time has passed since he brought me here. Minutes? Hours? Time loses meaning in this place, in his presence.Vincenzo hasn’t spoken to me since we arrived. He moves around the penthouse as if I don’t exist, pouring himself a drink, loosening the top buttons of his black shirt, his sleeves still rolled up from earlier. The tattoos on his forearms shift when he flexes his fingers around the glass, bringing the whiskey to his lips.He has always been beautiful.It’s the cruelest thing about him.The first time I saw him, I was seventeen. A girl with too many dreams and not enough sense, waiting tables at a tiny café. He had walked in with his dark suit and untouchable arrogance, lean
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Rosa’s POVThe walk back to my apartment feels longer than usual.The streets are quieter at this hour, but the silence does nothing to soothe the chaos in my mind. My heels click against the pavement as I pull my coat tighter around me, a weak attempt to shake the cold that has settled deep inside my bones.I don’t have enough money.The thought plays over and over in my head, each repetition pressing down on me like a crushing weight.The hospital visit had drained me. Not just emotionally, but financially. The cash I had managed to grab at the club wasn’t even half of what I needed. The surgery, the hospital bills, the medicine—it was too much.I need more.And I know exactly where to get it.A sick feeling coils in my stomach as I consider going back to the club. The idea of stepping onto that stage again, of letting men leer at me, touch me; it makes me want to crawl out of my own skin.But I don’t have a choice.I would do anything for my daughter.Even this.I push the thought
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VICENZO’S POV The moment Rosa’s bare feet ghosted across my penthouse floor, I knew she was running. I heard the door click shut behind her, the softest sound against the silence of the night. If I hadn’t been waiting for it, expecting it, I might have let her go. But I had learned my lesson a long time ago. Rosalinda Amato ran when things got hard. She had run from us once. She had run from me. From our love. She thought she could do it again. I pressed the bell that signaled Matteo, my right-hand man, to enter the room. Then I walked to the bar and carefully poured myself a glass of whiskey. I let the ice clink against the glass, watching the city through the massive window. I took a slow sip, allowing the burn to settle in my chest before I spoke. “She left.” My voice was calm, measured. It didn’t betray my feelings. Matteo, standing by the doorway, didn’t look surprised. “Do you want us to bring her back?” I tilted the glass in my hand, watching the amber liq
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ROSA’S POVThe silence in Vincenzo’s penthouse was suffocating. The moment we stepped inside, he let go of my wrist. I almost stumbled back, my heart racing. I should have felt relief, should have been glad he let me go, but instead, my skin tingled where his fingers had been, like his touch had burned into me. The place was huge, with floor-to-ceiling windows showing off the glittering city. Everything screamed power and control, black leather, dark marble, dim lights casting long shadows. A cage, I realized. A beautiful trap. Vincenzo watched me like he was figuring me out, his dark eyes trailing over me slowly. I felt exposed, like I was still standing under the club lights, like he could see right through me; to my fear, my desperation… and how much he affected me. I swallowed, forcing my voice to stay firm. “You had no right.” He turned, unbuttoning his cuffs, rolling them up as if he had all the time in the world. “No right to what?” “To interfere,” I snapped. “To
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(ROSA’s POV)The bass pounded in my chest, loud and unrelenting. Cigar smoke curled through the air, mixing with the scent of expensive whiskey and something filthier; the raw hunger of men who had too much power and no control. I adjusted the flimsy mask covering half my face, my fingers trembling. It wouldn’t do much if someone looked too closely, but it gave me a false sense of security. That was all I needed. Just one night. One chance to make enough for Sofia’s surgery. “Get up there, Rosa.” Liana’s sharp whisper cut through my hesitation as she grabbed my wrist, her nails digging in. She was the one who got me this job. “These men are loaded,” she hissed. “Dance like you used to, and they’ll throw money like it’s nothing.” My stomach twisted. But I forced my feet to move. The music shifted, slow and sultry, thick with expectation. The dim lights flickered over the crowd, revealing rows of eager eyes, waiting. I gripped the pole, my heart hammering. This w
