WARNING: THIS EPISODE CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENTS AND MAY BE SENSITIVE FOR READERS RATED 18 ? ? SONG RECOMMENDATIONS: UN-THINKABLE (I’M READY) BY ALICIA KEYS After making sure her head was comfortable on his shoulder, he started moving faster and harder. Her moans turned to screams and it only fueled his hunger further. He grunted as he felt her pussy clench and unclench. “That’s how you take a cock, princess”, he whispered on her neck. “I can feel…. I’m COMING!”, she screamed the last word as her orgasm crashed down on her. Her eyes rolled back and she felt light headed, which only added to her pleasure. Not long after, Leonardo came after her with a loud grunt. That was when she realized he was choking her. The sight of seeing him come in her made her hot and ready for another round of intense hot sex. Screw her rules. To her disappointment, Leonardo started to wash her up. As much as she wanted him again she had to get used to initiating sex. “All good,
SONG RECOMMENDATIONS: SURE THING BY MIGUEL AND I HATE YOU BY SZA Leonardo’s face fell and his throat ran dry. Not his biggest nightmare happening right now. Guilt stabbed at his chest and he felt a knot in his stomach. With each breath he took, the knot got tighter and tighter. “Who sent you this?”, he said pointing to her phone which was now on the vanity. “Who cares about that? Is it true? Bianca insinuated something like this but I didn’t take her up on it”, Arya said, trying to hold back her emotions. Leonardo’s eyes rested on hers and he saw pain and betrayal in her eyes. The knot tightened. “Arya….”, he said stepping towards her. She raised her hands. “Don’t. Just tell me the truth. Don’t you think I deserve to know?”. Leonardo knew that in that moment, he had to say the truth. Guilt hit him like the hangover after a drunk night. “Yes”. Just a word, but from the look on her eyes, he knew he had destroyed everything they have; everything they had. A sing
SONG RECOMMENDATIONS FOR THIS EPISODE ? 2AM BY SZA Leonardo opened the car for Arya to step in but she stood where she was. She avoided him all night and even spent extra time in the bathroom. She only stayed in the bedroom with him because there was no way she could clean up the other rooms by herself without fainting first. She was a princess after all. A princess of the underworld. “Can you get in the car?”, he asked. She ignored him. “Arya…..”. She walked to the front passenger seat and opened the door herself. The driver looked between Leonardo and her. “What are you looking at?”, she snapped at him. “Sorry ma’m”, he said as he started the ignition and Don sat at the back passenger seat alone. Leonardo sighed but keep himself in line. The worst thing he could do was to force her to do anything she didn’t want to. The honeymoon was cut short because of his selfishness. He had his tech company trace the anonymous sender but they haven’t gotten back
“You are acting weird, baby”, Bianca said as she pulled Arya into the bedroom. Of course, she was. “I miss you that’s all”, Arya responded. “First of all, your honeymoon was cut short. Secondly, you’re asking to sleep in my room. Something is wrong”, Arya replied, squinting her eyes in suspicion. Arya swallowed. “You know I can read people right”, Bianca added. Choosing her words carefully, Arya said, “You are right. I am a bit mad at Leonardo, that’s all”. Well, that was not exactly a lie. “I knew it”, Bianca said, jumping like she solved a murder case. “Bianca calm your horses”, Arya said. “No, I won’t. I pulled you out of the situation just in time. Mother would have suspected something was wrong”, Bianca responded. Arya laughed. It was the absolute truth. “So you came here to avoid your husband right”, she asked. “Yes, I did”, Arya responded. “What a futile attempt! Don would break down the door if he wishes to. This villa is his property”, Bianca said with a teas
“I don’t have a good feeling about this, Bianca”, Arya said as they sat in the Uber. “Oh, relax. Everyone thinks we have gone to bed, I usually sneak out without security guards once in a while”, Bianca confessed. Arya could feel anxiety crawling over her and her stomach churned. She had never stepped out of father’s house except for few times when they were invited to events. Even then, she had to go with her family, never alone or without guards. “To our advantage you have a just a little social media presence, it’s barely noticeable. You don’t brag so no one knows who you are, you’ll be safe”, Bianca said. “What about you?”, Arya asked. “No one knows me, except the men I reject at every mafia function. They could be a threat, you know, hunt me down and kill me”, Bianca said with a serious expression. Arya felt her dinner in her throat. Fear and anxiety gripped her. “I don’t feel so good. Turn this ride around”, Arya said breathlessly. Bianca’s serious expressi
He was directly in front of her now, and she took another step back, her body hitting the cold brick wall behind her. “If you don’t move back, I will knee you in the balls. Get the fuck away from me.” Leonardo had tried to calm himself down on his way here but all that blew to nothing when he saw the green eyed bastard trying to touch her waist. “I love your feisty side, princess. But no man touches what’s mine”, he said coldly. From the corner of his eyes he saw Mark was limp on the table. He fainted. What a pussy. “I am not yours, don’t you get it?”, she asked. He walked up to her and pulled her out regular part of the club to the VIP lounge. “Get away from me”, she tried to pull his hands away from her wrist. Leonardo didn’t bulge. He entered the VIP lounge and finally released her hand. “What are you doing here by this time without your security?”, he asked. She scoffed. “I don’t answer to you”. “Oh, you will”. “You can’t make me”, she returned. He
“What makes you think I’d want to stay here after the divorce?”, Arya asked. It’s been seven days since the night club incident and eight days since she found out his lie. Now, both of them stood in his room. She snuck in to get some of her new clothes but he entered the room before she could leave. Now, she was stuck there with him. She cursed her luck. “Do you think Carls would let you stay on your own? He’d come back to marry you off to someone else”, he said. “Too bad. I’ll be a divorcee and you know no one would marry a divorce in this kingpin world”, she threw back. “I see you’ve been talking to Bianca”, he said. “Yes I’ve been talking to your sister, is that also against your tyrant rule?”, she asked. Leonardo sighed. “I will agree to this divorce but you should stay here till you get your…”, she interrupted him. “I already have someone looking into it. For now, I’ll stay in an hotel”, she returned. He smiled. She must have forgotten who he is. “W
THE PREVIOUS NIGHT Leonardo got off the phone call. It took him a while but he finally decided on what to do. “Everything is in place”, he said to Rob. “Okay, Don. What is your next line of action”, Rob asked. Leonardo stiffened. He hadn’t really thought that part through. Or he did but was deciding against it. There was no way he was letting her stay there but he also couldn’t be violent. He smacked his forehead. They were finally making progress but he ruined it. At this point, he considered letting her go because he didn’t deserve her but he knew he couldn’t live without her by his side. “Don, we have to know the next step”, Rob said. “I heard you the first time”. Leonard sighed. What was a man supposed to do? “We will do whatever we have to”. “And the guards?”, Rob asked. He smiled. “Discard the old ones, they are useless. I need new and well trained ones”. Rob nodded. He knew what the Don meant. Play time was over and it was time for the Don to
The doctor finished his examination, checking Leonardo’s pulse, pupils, and responsiveness. He pressed against his wrist, watching the steady beat, then moved a small flashlight across his eyes. Leonardo tolerated the prodding in silence, though his body ached from days of inactivity. Finally, the doctor stepped back and exhaled. “He seems clean. The drug is out of his system.” Arya sagged, as if the weight she had carried for days had been lifted just enough for her to breathe again. Her hands, which had been gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white, finally loosened. “Thank you, Doctor,” she said, her voice raw. The doctor gave her a small nod. “He may still experience some lingering effects—fatigue, confusion, maybe even nightmares—but the worst of it is over. His body will adjust in time.” Leonardo listened, barely absorbing the words. His mind was already moving forward, pushing past the haze of the last few days. He had woken up and gone back under so
The doctor adjusted the IV and checked Leonardo’s pulse before turning to Arya. “His body is processing the drug. We’re flushing it out through the IV, but it’ll take time. He might still experience some disorientation when he wakes up.”“How long?” Arya asked, her voice flat.“A few more hours, maybe a day. He’s responding better than expected.”She nodded. “Anything else?”The doctor glanced at the monitors. “We’ve done all we can. Now, it’s just a matter of letting his system recover. If anything changes, let me know immediately.”“I will.”He gave a short nod before gathering his things. “I’ll check back later.” With that, he left, the door clicking shut behind him.The room smelled like antiseptic and faint traces of cologne—the one scent that still made her chest ache. The only proof that Leonardo was still here. That he hadn’t left her.Yet, in so many ways, he already had.Arya sat beside the bed, knees pulled up to her chest, her fingers curled into the sheets. Three days. Th
The knock came again. Sharp. Measured. Real. Leonardo quickly put on his clothes. He barely registered Arya opening the door. His mind was slipping, his thoughts running in circles, tangled and fraying at the edges. His grip on his gun tightened, the weight of it grounding him, tethering him to something solid in the haze clouding his vision. Then he saw her. His breath caught, his world narrowing to just her. Adriana. Slumped in Roberto’s arms. Blood soaking her chest, her breaths shallow, labored. Her dark eyes met his, the same ones Arya had inherited, and in them, he saw no anger, no blame—just acceptance. Leonardo staggered forward, his mind warring with reality. She was alive. She was hurt, dying, but she was here. And beside her, the man in the suit. The one who started all of this. The one who tore them apart. The one who needed to pay. Everything in him snapped into place. He raised his gun. “Leo…”, Arya shouted. One shot. Straight through the sui
Arya rushed into Leonardo’s arms, burying herself in his warmth. After so long, they were finally back at the cabin. The fire crackled in the hearth, wrapping them in its golden heat, but it was nothing compared to the way he held her. “How was your day?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would shatter the moment. “Chaotic,” she murmured, eyes fluttering shut as she pulled him closer. “But I got answers.” “Ditto.” He exhaled, his breath ghosting over her skin. “We haven’t had this in forever. Just us. No war. No blood. No ghosts.” He brushed his lips over her hair, inhaling her scent like it was the only thing keeping him alive. “I miss us. I miss you, mia cara.” She lifted her head, locking eyes with him. “I’m here now. And I need you.” That was all it took. He crashed his lips onto hers, pouring weeks of longing into the kiss. Every fight, every death, every ounce of blood spilled—it was all worth it for this. For her. He yanked her dres
Mother Superior exhaled softly, wiping the blood from her blade with a linen cloth. She turned to Arya with an expression of calm inevitability. “He would have betrayed us.” Arya’s pulse pounded against her skull. “You don’t know that!” Isabel smiled. It was almost sad. “Yes, I do.” The other nuns stood in silence, their faces unreadable, their eyes watching Arya like she was the intruder here. Like she was the one who didn’t understand. Arya felt the weight of the centuries pressing down on this place, felt the shadows moving in the corners. She realized, for the first time, that maybe she didn’t know what the convent really was. And maybe she never had. “Why did you do that? God, he already gave you the information willingly,” Arya said. “With this place being a secret and all, we couldn’t risk him ratting us out. If La Hermandad got their hands on him, he’d spill everything just as easily,” Isabel said. “And what exactly are you looking for? What was worth an in
There was no way Leonardo could change her mind—not when she had already made her decision, not when she knew what was at stake. He saw it in her eyes: that quiet, unshakable resolve. It grated on him, but in the end, his agreement was nothing more than a formality. She wasn’t asking for his permission. She never had.Besides, with Bianca back in New York, Arya was their only way in. The only woman in their team. The only one with the connections to slip past the convent’s defenses unnoticed.For the first time in a long while, she wasn’t standing on the sidelines, waiting for someone else to act. She wasn’t just surviving—she was needed. And that feeling? That purpose? It was intoxicating.Arya moved quickly through the stone corridors of the convent, her boots clicking against the ancient floors. The silence felt wrong. Too deep. She had been here before, but tonight, the walls seemed to breathe, pressing in on her like they knew a secret she didn’t.She turned a corner—and there wa
The air smelled of smoke and blood, the last echoes of the explosion still vibrating in their bones. Dust clung to Leonardo’s skin as he shoved a piece of rubble off his leg and pushed himself up. Ricardo groaned beside him, coughing as he shook debris from his hair. Henry was gone. But his presence still lingered, thick in the air like a curse. Leonardo’s fists clenched. He had to let him go. He had no choice. Across the room, Maria lay slumped in a chair, barely conscious. The force of the explosion had thrown her across the floor, but she was still breathing. Unlucky for her. Ricardo wiped blood from his forehead and staggered to his feet. “Where’s Arya?” His voice was rough, desperate. Leonardo’s jaw tightened. “Gone.” Ricardo’s head snapped up. “What?” “My men pulled her out before the explosion,” Leonardo muttered. “She fought them, but I gave the order.” He exhaled sharply. “She’s safe.” Ricardo nodded slowly, but his eyes burned with something close to resen
The explosion rattled through the walls, a deafening burst of chaos that sent Leonardo crashing to the ground. His ears rang, his vision blurred, but instinct forced him to move. He pushed up on shaking arms, gritting his teeth against the pain. Ricardo groaned beside him, coughing through the thick smoke. His face was bloodied, but he was already scrambling to his feet, his body wired for survival. Leonardo barely had a second to process the situation before he caught a glimpse of Arya beyond the cracked glass. She wasn’t running—she was fighting. “Let me go!” she shouted, twisting violently in the grip of Leonardo’s men. One of them wrapped an arm around her waist, hauling her back, while another grabbed her wrists. She kicked out, thrashing against them, her voice raw with fury. “You cowards! I need to—Leonardo!” He tried to push toward her, but his legs were still unsteady. “Get her out of here!” someone barked. “Arya!” he choked out, but the heavy doors slammed shut
Ricardo’s grip on Maria’s jaw tightened. “What did you just say?” Maria laughed, a dry, humorless sound. Even half-conscious and weak, she had the audacity to find amusement in his reaction. “You heard me,” she murmured, voice hoarse. “Henry.” Ricardo’s blood ran cold. There was no way. No way in hell she should know that name. His father had been a ghost to the world, a man who moved in shadows, leaving behind nothing but blood and whispered prayers. But Arya, watching from the screen, caught something even deeper—Maria wasn’t surprised by Ricardo’s reaction. She expected it. Arya leaned forward, speaking through the AirPods in Ricardo’s ear. “She didn’t just pick that name randomly.” Ricardo’s heart hammered against his ribs. He let go of Maria, taking a step back as if physical distance could untangle the mess suddenly unfolding in his mind. He had spent years trying to bury everything related to his father, to carve out an identity that wasn’t shaped by the man’s sin