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Chapter 4
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2025-03-19 20:32:42Rosa’s POV
The 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 away as I reach my apartment building, climbing the stairs quickly, desperate to shut out the night. My fingers shake as I unlock the door, my mind already racing through the details; who to talk to at the club, how to make the most in one night, how to…
I freeze.
Something is wrong.
The air inside is thick, charged with an energy that wasn’t there before. My pulse spikes as my gaze sweeps over the room, my fingers still clutching the doorknob. The single lamp near the window casts a dim glow, barely cutting through the shadows.
Then, I see him.
A dark figure sitting in the corner, legs crossed, posture too relaxed. A glass of whiskey glints in the faint light, the amber liquid swirling lazily as he lifts it to his lips.
My stomach drops.
Vincenzo.
He’s been waiting for me.
I barely suppress a shudder as I step back, but the door clicks shut behind me before I can make a run for it.
My mouth is dry. “What are you doing here?”
Vincenzo exhales, setting the glass down on the table beside him. His movements are slow, deliberate, like a predator savoring the moment before the kill. The gun resting near his fingers is just as casual as the smirk on his lips.
“That was a quick visit,” he muses, voice smooth but laced with something sharper. He tilts his head slightly, studying me the way a man studies a puzzle he already knows how to solve. “Tell me, dolcezza, did you enjoy your time at the hospital?”
The floor tilts beneath me.
I can’t breathe.
My lips part, but no words come out. My mind races, scrambling for an answer, an excuse, something—but nothing comes.
His gaze darkens, amusement flickering into something dangerous. “Did you really think I wouldn’t have my men watching you?”
A chill spreads through me.
I know Vincenzo. He doesn’t make idle threats.
“They’re still there, you know.” He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “At the hospital.” His voice is calm, controlled. “My men.”
My heart pounds against my ribs.
No.
No, no, no.
A sharp, wounded gasp rips from my lips. My stomach clenches as my nails bite into my palms.
He knows.
Not everything but enough.
“They won’t touch her,” he continues, his voice softer now, almost cruel in its gentleness. “Not unless I say so.”
The room spins.
I feel sick.
Bile rises in my throat, but I force it down, force myself to keep standing even as my knees threaten to give out.
“You…” My voice shakes, but I swallow the fear. “You wouldn’t.”
He arches a brow, his expression unreadable. “Wouldn’t I?”
The words are a knife to my chest.
I know the answer. I know what he is capable of.
And that terrifies me more than anything.
“What do you want?” I force the words out, barely above a whisper.
Vincenzo stands. The movement is unhurried, controlled, like he has all the time in the world. The tension in the room thickens as he closes the distance between us.
“You.”
I flinch.
His fingers ghost over my jaw, tilting my chin up so I have no choice but to meet his gaze. “You were supposed to be mine, dolcezza.” His voice is lower now, rougher, edged with something bitter, something unforgiving. “You were going to be my bride.”
My throat tightens.
Memories crash into me, unbidden. The church. The white dress. The way his hands had trembled when he reached for me. The look in his eyes when I turned my back on him and ran.
I had destroyed him that day.
Now, he was returning the favor.
“You left me at the altar,” he murmurs, his fingers tightening just slightly against my skin. “Now, you’ll make it up to me.”
My breath hitches. “How?”
His lips tilt into something dark. “By being my mistress.”
The word slams into me like a slap. I wrench away from him, but he catches my wrist, yanking me back against his chest. His grip is firm but not painful, his scent overwhelming; dark spice and whiskey, pure temptation wrapped in danger.
I glare up at him. “Go to hell.”
He chuckles, but there’s no warmth in it. “Oh, bella, I’m already there. And now, you are too.”
I want to scream at him, to fight, to call him a liar— because this isn’t the man I once loved. This isn’t the Vincenzo who had whispered promises against my skin, who had kissed me like I was his salvation.
But I know better.
This is who he has become.
This is the man I created when I left him.
And now, he holds all the power.
My mind races. I have to get out of here. I have to take Sofia and leave this city before he finds out the truth, that she is his.
I inhale shakily, forcing my body to relax. I can’t fight him now. Not when he has all the control.
I lower my gaze. “Fine.”
His grip lingers for a second longer before he lets go, his smirk deepening like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
“Good girl.”
I feel my stomach churn.
Because this is only the beginning.
And I have no idea how to survive it.
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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, leani
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ROSA’S PoV It 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 Vincen
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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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ROSA’S PoVI stepped into the bedroom as Vincenzo had ordered. The door clicked softly behind me, and I stood still for a moment, letting the quiet wash over me. The faint smell of his cologne lingered in the air, reminding me of the many nights we had spent tangled in each other, our bodies moving together like a melody neither of us could resist. I had missed him. Leaving him had been the toughest decision of my life and I still couldn’t get over it.My mind wandered to the letter that Bianca had handed to him. I thought of how close she had been to him. It was like we had switched roles.“You’re a lucky woman, Rosalinda,” it was Bianca. Four years ago when everything had seemed right with the world.I giggled like a schoolgirl. “Really? Why? Because a pretty boy loves me?”I sighed now at the fleeting memory. Vicenzo had always been a pretty boy but now that he was tough and rough on the edges, he was more handsome. And it was starting to seem like Bianca was the lucky one. But why
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VICENZO’S PoVThe way Bianca shouted her question sent ripples through me. Her audacity seemed to be growing by the minute and I was pissed off. The limo had grown quiet but it wasn’t peaceful. It was the kind of silence that pressed down, thick and heavy, waiting to snap. I didn’t say anything. Just sat there, let it stretch. Ten long seconds. I could feel Mateo’s eyes flicker toward me, then away. He knew. He was waiting. He could tell that I was pissed off. I flexed my fists just to calm myself and tried to take sharp breaths. Bianca wasn’t stupid. I sucked my teeth loudly, the sharp sound cutting through the air. “Watch your tone.” It was a simple sentence but I hoped it would deliver the rage I was feeling fully to Bianca.Bianca’s scoff was instant, sharp and dismissive. “Oh, fuck off, Vincenzo. You let that manipulative bitch walk back into your life and I’m supposed to stay quiet? She’s playing you like she always has…how the fuck does she have a child? How so convenient…”I
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VICENZO’S POVI could feel unbearable pain shooting up my arm but I was glad that I was alive. The world was still ringing from the aftermath of the gunfire. Smoke curled through the air, thick with the stench of blood and burnt rubber. Bodies littered the ground, bodies of Bianchi’s men, some of mine. But the fight was over. We had won.I stood there, my breath coming fast, the dull ache in my shoulder flaring every time I moved. Blood—mine and others’—streaked down my arm, soaking into my already ruined shirt. Mateo was at my side in an instant his eyes scanning me.“What’s the loss?” I asked, my words coming out in gasps. “Minimal compared to theirs,” he said. “You need a doctor.”It was a declaration of fact but I rolled my shoulder, wincing at the sharp pain that shot through me. “I need a drink.”Mateo exhaled, shaking his head, but he didn’t argue.The rest of my men were already gathering what was left of our forces, dragging the bodies away, clearing the scene before the cop
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ROSA’S POVThe second I stepped into the bathroom, I was confronted with a scene that made memories flood into my head. There had been a hit. Bianchi?Vincenzo stood in front of the sink, his hands braced against the marble countertop, head bowed. Blood dripped from his fingers, staining the white porcelain. His white singlet clung to him, damp from the water running down his arms, and his shorts hung low on his hips. The harsh glow of the overhead light cast shadows across his face, deepening the sharp lines of his jaw, the hollow beneath his cheekbones. He looked lethal, devastating.And all I could think about was how much I needed his help.I felt frozen, like my body had locked up. The stench of blood was thick in the air, mixing with the sharp tang of antiseptic. I was standing here, desperate, reeling from the doctor’s words about Sofia, but how could I even begin to say it when he was like this?He must have heard my uneven breathing because his head lifted. Our eyes met throu
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VICENZO’S POVI don’t like hospitals and I try to avoid them as often as possible.They remind me of things I’d rather forget. The walls are always too white, too clean. The air smells sharp, like chemicals and silence. And death.Sofia was lying there, so small under the blanket. I couldn’t stop staring at her. She was a beautiful little angel and lying there, she looked like perfection. There was something about the way her tiny fingers curled, even in sleep. Something that tugged at my chest.I turned to Rosa. She looked like hell. I could see tiredness and worry written all over her face but at least I hadn’t taken a weight off her shoulders. She hadn’t sat down once since we came in.“You should go home,” I said. “Get some sleep. I’ll stay with her tonight.”She looked at me like I’d lost my mind.“You’re joking, right?” she said. “You’re injured. And I am not leaving my daughter, Vicenzo.”I sighed. Rosa was always so stubborn and liked things done her way.“It’s not that bad.”
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The Mafia’s Runaway Bride Chapter 33
ROSA’S POVHow had I gone from being an independent woman struggling to pay my daughter’s hospital bills to his? Vicenzo’s mistress? How had everything fallen apart so fast? I should have known. Should have known the minute I decided to return that I would bump into him.The new apartment was nice. Too nice. The floors were polished, the walls pristine white, and furnished with sleek furniture that had probably never been touched. It had no soul. No warmth. Just the echo of Vicenzo’s control in every detail. Nothing to suggest that it was a home.He’d picked it, no doubt. Had his people furnish it, stock the fridge, arrange the security. I had wanted to do it but he claimed it was too dangerous for me to walk around the city and only he and his men knew the safe places in the city. I hated it all but here I was, trying to settle in with Sofia while pretending this wasn’t just another gilded cage. Sofia was in her room, playing quietly w
The Mafia’s Runaway Bride Chapter 32
VICENZO’S POV“I am not your bloody mistress, Enzo,” she yelled at me. “I am worth more than that!”I stared at Rosa across the kitchen counter. The rose she brought back from the ball still sat there, proud and red like it meant something.“You are.” I said without missing a beat. “If I can’t have you, no one else will.”She wouldn’t look at me now. She stood with her arms crossed, the calm fire in her eyes daring me to argue again.“I’ll get you the apartment,” I said finally, my voice low. “But there will be rules.”She blinked, wary. “Rules?”I stepped closer. “Only I come to visit. No one else. And when I call, you answer. When I come, you open the door. You still belong to me, Rosa. I won’t have another man breathing the same air as you.”Her jaw tensed, but she didn’t speak. Just nodded once, slowly. Maybe it was compromise. Maybe it was defeat. I couldn’t tell.“And you will do what I say,” I ad
The Mafia’s Runaway Bride Chapter 31
ROSA’S POVThe air changed before I saw him. I noticed people in the crowd start to whisper and stare at usand I knew that Enzo was about to do something crazy.I turned my head just slightly and there he was, cutting across the dance floor like he owned theroom. His eyes locked on mine, but they weren’t soft. They burned. And they were aimed at DonSalvatore.“May I cut in?” Vicenzo asked, his voice sharp beneath the smoothness. He didn’t try to maskthe disdain on his face.Salvatore didn’t flinch. He merely smiled, charming to the last second, and released me with agentleman’s grace. “Of course, Signor Moretti,” he said, inclining his head. “Though I fearyou’ve interrupted a very good story.”“I’m sure she’ll remember it,” Vicenzo said coolly, already placing his hand at the small of myback. His touch sent a rush up my spine, but I stiffened.Salvatore’s eyes lingered on me for a moment longer. “Ti rivedrò Rosa,” he said in perfectItalian, "I'll see you again, Rosa. Soon.”I
The Mafia’s Runaway Bride Chapter 30
VICENZO’S POVHer breath hitched under me as her fingers tangled in my hair. Her skin was fever-warm and flushed beneath my mouth. I was high on lust and wanted to consume every part of her as my mouth latched into her nipples, hard and erect. She was beneath me but she wasn’t small. She never had been. She met every kiss, every graze of my teeth with something wilder. Her legs wrapped around me, her back arching, her lips parting with a gasp that made my blood thrum.“Enzo…” she whispered, voice wrecked, pulling me deeper, like she couldn’t get close enough.
The Mafia’s Runaway Bride Chapter 29
ROSA’S POVI needed a distraction. I was yet to recover from my interaction with Vicenzo in his study and I didn’t think I would be able to face him so I kept busy. That’s what I told myself.I poured cereal for Sofia, wiped down the counter that didn’t need wiping, folded the same towel three times just to have something to do with my hands. I hadn’t seen Vicenzo since last night. Not really. But I felt him, I felt him everywhere.He was a shadow at the edge of the kitchen when I turned too fast. A weight in the hallway when I passed by the study. His presence pulled at me like a thread I didn’t want to tug but couldn’t stop reaching for. U was dro
The Mafia’s Runaway Bride Chapter 28
VICENZO’S POVI needed to know, I needed her to say it, to clear every doubt in my heart because I wanted to lay in her arms forever. Rosa was my heartbeat, cuore mio.She flinched instead and I saw a shadow pass over her face; my shoulders drooped. “Don’t,” she whispered. “Please don’t ask me that.”I frowned. “Why not? It’s a simple question and the answer
The Mafia’s Runaway Bride Chapter 27
ROSA’S POVI didn’t answer his question. I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t tell him everything. Not yet. There was so much that he didn’t know and I wasn’t sure I could say them…yet. Vicenzo’s voice was rough with confusion, anger, and something else I couldn’t name but I couldn’t give him the truth. Not like this.“It’s nothing,” I said quietly, brushing past him. “Forget it.”He stepped into my space, towering, dark eyes scanning my face like he could force out every
The Mafia’s Runaway Bride Chapter 26
VICENZO’S POVMateo had told me that they had found them and they were bringing them to the penthouse but I was restless and couldn’t wait to lay my eyes on her. Yesterday afternoon when I was making love to her seemed like a lifetime ago now. I heard the soft shuffle of feet hit the marble floor, and I turned just as the door opened and there she was.Rosalinda, pale and silent, with Sofia curled against her shoulder, fast asleep. Her tiny hand clung to Rosa’s shirt like she was afraid the world might split open again. I took one step forward, but Rosa didn’t move. She looked exhausted. Haunted. She wouldn’t even meet my eyes.
The Mafia’s Runaway Bride Chapter 25
VICENZO’S POVI didn’t say a word because I was boiling inside of me and I knew that saying something to Bianca in that state would catapult her into depression. I just stood there staring at her like the ground had shifted underneath us.Pregnant.Her arms were folded over her bare stomach, but I could see the tremble in her hands. The way her lower lip wobbled, just slightly. She was scared. Not of me—Bianca was strong and didn’t scare easy—but of losing.“You’re lying,” I finally said quietly.&nbs
