Adriana’s POVThe weight of the room settled heavily on my shoulders thick with cigar smoke and the scent of expensive whiskey. The men around Rafael weren’t just powerful but they were dangerous in a way that made my skin crawl and their presence filling every inch of space with something coldu. Anthony had told me their names earlier but now, standing here I could put faces to them. I had expected them to be closer to Rafael’s age all young and ruthless but I quickly realized that most of them were older and seasoned in their brutality strike wickedness. These weren’t men who had stumbled into power but they they had built it, brick by bloody brick through years of survival, deception, manipulation and violence. The Capo dei Capi was still lounging in his seat like a king surveying his court as he had introduced them with a lazy flick of his fingers as if they were nothing more than pieces on a chessboard. First, there was Vincent Bianchi an older man with silver hair and sharp
Rafael’s POVThe room was thick with the scent of cigar smoke and the quiet simmering tension that always lingered when the Brotherhood gathered. The low amber glow of the chandelier casting eerie silhouettes over the faces of men who had built empires on blood and fear and unwavering loyalty. I sat at my usual spot at the long mahogany table with fingers drumming idly against the polished surface my gaze locked on Don Vittorio Romano. The man with a similar last name to mine but we still don’t share a single thing. The Capo dei Capi. The man who despite his failing health still had the audacity to challenge me. He leaned heavier in his chair than usual with the weight of his illness pressing into his bones but the bastard still had fire in his eyes. A lesser man would have taken his condition as a sign to keep his mouth shut and to pick his battles wisely but Vittorio had never been a lesser man. He was a relic of an older time and stubborn in his ways and perhaps that was why
Adriana’s POVThe first thing I noticed when I stirred was the smell of old paper and polished wood was thick in the air and mixed with something richer. Leather, aged whiskey and a faint trace of cigar smoke clung to the atmosphere like a second skin. My eyelids were heavy my my head pounding with a dull, relentless ache as if someone had cracked my skull open and stuffed it with cotton. Everything felt off and so freaking unfamiliar. My body was sluggish and my limbs weighed down by exhaustion and remnants of alcohol. Where the hell was I?Blinking against the dim glow of a single antique lamp, I forced myself to sit up groaning as a fresh wave of dizziness hit me. The room around me was large lined with towering bookshelves that stretched high toward the ceiling and each packed with thick, leather bound books that looked expensive. But never read. Aesthetic much. A heavy wooden desk stood near the window with papers stacked in neat piles and a crystal decanter of dark liquor sitt
Adriana’s POVThe moment Nathan disappeared down the stairs the tension in my chest coiled so tight it was suffocating. My hands were clammy and my heartbeat slamming against my ribs like a warning drum. The corridor around me felt eerily quiet despite the distant murmur of voices downstairs. Every second that passed only made the unease in my stomach twist deepe and I knew— I couldn’t stay here and do nothing. Fuck what Nathan said. Ugh I’m not a martyr but I hate when I’m not in the show either. I edged away from the marble pillar pressing my back against the cold wall as I listened for any movement. Nothing. Not yet. But I wasn’t stupid enough to believe I had time. The men I overheard weren’t hesitating and if I stood here, waiting like some helpless fool I might as well have pulled the trigger on Rafael myself. I forced my legs to move with each step ligh and carefully controlled. My bare feet barely made a sound against the polished floors as I crept forward inching toward
Adriana’s POVThe world was dark. Thick and suffocating like an endless void that stretched on with no sense of time witj no sound and no thought. Just emptiness. It felt like I was floating all weightless yet at the same time something anchored me down, something heavy pressing against my chest, pinning me to a reality I couldn’t quite grasp yet. My mind drifted in a sluggish and unfocused way that was trapped in a haze that refused to let me surface. Then, a voice that was sharp and furious reached me dragginv me up and yanking me out of the abyss with a force that sent a violent jolt through my entire body. “Adriana!” A white hot bolt of agony that tore through my shoulder ripping a strangled gasp from my lips. It wasn’t just my shoulder anymore but it was everywhere. A raw and pulsing fire radiating outward burning through my limbs and curling deep into my bones making every shallow breath feel like I was inhaling shards of glass. My body felt too heavy like lead had been po
Rafael’s POVThe moment the first shot rang out everything shifted. Chaos erupted in the club AND people scrambling for cover along with the bodies pressing against each other in a frenzied panic while drinks are spilling and tables overturning. The scent of sweat and alcohol and gunpowder thickened the air clashing with the heavy bass that still thumped through the speakers, oblivious to the mayhem breaking out. My instincts kicked in immediately, one hand reaching for my gun as I scanned the dimly lit space for the source of the attack, my mind already calculating the angles and the possible positions of the shoote followed by the exitsa nd the threats. And then I saw Adriana. She wasn’t running. Wasn’t ducking for cover like any sane person would. She was moving toward Nathan. A sharp slicing fury cut through me as cold and swift as a blade. What the hell was she thinking? The idiot wasn’t even trying to protect herself and wasn’t thinking about the consequences of throwing he
Adriana’s POVThe first thing I felt was pain. A deep throbbing ache that pulsed through my entire body but especially in my shoulder, where fire seemed to have lodged itself beneath my skin. I tried to mov but even the smallest shift sent sharp, biting agony through my limbs. A groan slipped past my lips before I could stop it. Where the hell was I? I forced my heavy eyelids open blinking against the dim lighting. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar, all dark wood and old-fashioned molding. The bed beneath me was softer than I expected witg the sheets cool against my overheated skin. The faint scent of antiseptic lingered in the air mixing with something darker and something unmistakably metallic. My blood. Memories crashed over me in waves. Starting from the party. The Brotherhood. The secret meeting. The gunshot. And nathan. I had thrown myself in front of him. Why? That question lodged itself in my mind, refusing to leave. Why the hell had I moved? Why had I risked my own life
Rafael’s POVI stood at the edge of the bed watching the slow rise and fall of Adriana’s chest and making sure she was still breathing. The bandages on her shoulder were clean, the color returning to her face little by little but she still looked so fucking fragile and too pale against the dark sheets. A part of me hated seeing her like this all weak and vulnerable. Another part of me hated that I cared enough to stay here and that I did what I did. It’s just that the thought f someone hurting her that wasn’t me didn’t seat well with me. Nathan hovered by the doorway with arms crossed and his jaw clenched so tight I could hear his teeth grinding. He hadn’t spoken much since I brought Adriana back but his eyes had said enough. “She’s stable. There is nothing more you can do for her now.” I said in a firm but low voice knowing I had to keep it down. “She almost died.” His fingers curled into fists at his sides. I think he has repeated that for the billionth time now. “I fucking kn
Adriana’s POVThe morning breeze drifted into my room lifting the edge of the curtain and brushing against my face as if trying to wake me up gently. But I hadn’t been asleep. I’d been tossing in bed for what felt like forever, unable to get comfortable with my thoughts racing and heart pounding even though the house was quiet. It had been like that all night thinking about last evening, the way Rafael had pulled me into his lap like I was some toy he owned and the way his lips had touched my skin so slowly and deliberately like he knew what it would do to me. And the worst part? My body had responded to him like it always did. Like it was betraying me. I didn’t know what to feel anymore. I was tired of myself and tired of feeling. Because he has teased me fucking enough now. Somewhere between trying to close my eyes and giving up, I ended up walking to the balcony dragging the curtain back and stepping out barefoot witj my arms hugging my body because the air still held that early
Rafael’s POVI hadn’t been able to sleep the whole night.My head was a mess. And my chest? Worse. The whole night, I’d turned over and over in my bed with memories crawling beneath my skin like they were waiting to suffocate me. Adriana sitting on my lap with that stunned look in her eyes, the small wince she made when her wound shifted, the way her lips parted when I touched her skin. It was all still so vivid almost too vivid. Every part of her was like a brand seared into me. I couldn’t get rid of her even if I tried. So I didn’t try. I gave up on sleep, got dressed and decided to run early in the morning.The early morning air was crisp and still damp with dew. Everything was quieter than usual like the whole estate was still asleep except the birds and me. I stepped out stretching my arms and rolling my shoulders as I walked down the stairs. I was halfway to the east trail when I saw two familiar figures ahead of me near the hedge garden. It was Anna and Isabella. With the lat
Adriana’s POVI walked into the dining room, my eyes flickering from the grand table to Rafael seated at the head with his features calm but unreadable like he’d been waiting for me for hours. I was still annoyed from earlier., his cold words and the way he looked at me like I was nothing but a game and I wasn’t exactly looking forward to whatever this dinner was meant to be. Still, I kept my steps steady and headed toward the seat beside him like nothing in the world was wrong. But just as I reached for the chair, I heard his voice all low, firm and quiet.“Come here.” He murmured in a deep voice that sent zap through my soine. “What?” I heard him alright but I acted like I didn’t even with the facial expression. I gave. “Come. Here.” He looked up at me with those sharp and unreadable eyes and then he repeated with more empjasis. I hesitated because every part of me was screaming not to. I didn’t like giving in to things I didn’t understand especially not when it came to Rafael.
Adriana’s POVI sat frozen for a long moment after Rafael left the room, the door clicking softly behind him as if mocking the storm he’d left in his wake. My fingers instinctively curled around the edge of the vanity, nails digging into the wood. My reflection stared back at me all pale, tired and wounded in more ways than one. The bandages over my shoulder peeked beneath the straps of my camisole and though the doctor had said the wound wasn’t vital, it still throbbed with a stubborn ache ehich was a reminder of everything I’d thrown myself into.A reminder of the pain I’d chosen. And yet he had stood there, watched me looking at my wound with something bordering indifference and managed to accuse me not so subtly, with that infuriating calm voice of trying to sway his men to my side. My hands trembled and not from pain but from the sheer fury boiling beneath my skin.I had not expected softness from Rafael (God knows that ship had sailed a long time ago) but I also hadn’t expected
Rafael’s POVFrom the solitude of my study, I stood by the expansive window watching as the convoy of vehicles sped through the estate's iron gates and up the winding drive. Nathan led the procession, his posture exuding authority and purpose. The cars came to a halt in unison and the occupants emerged, moving together with an ease that spoke of deep connection I hate. Adriana was among the. The group moved toward the main entrance like a family unit, their unity evident in every step. A sharp pang lanced through my chest at the sight. She had risked everything for Nathan, stepping into the line of fire without hesitation. The question that had haunted me resurfaced: why him? Why not me? The jealousy simmered beneath my skin, an unwelcome companion to the gratitude I knew I should feel. I had wrestled with this turmoil since the incident, searching for answers in the quiet of my own mind but none came. Despite my efforts to remain detached, something within me had shifted concernin
Adriana’s POVI found him leaning against the balcony railing with arms crossed and shoulders tense. The sun was beginning to dip beyond the horizon, spilling a hazy orange glow across the grounds. The kind of light that made the world look softer even if nothing really was. Nathan’s eyes were fixed on something far off though I doubted he was actually seeing anything. What was his story? Does he have a family? Is there someone he’s ever loved like Rafael loved me? Had he been betrayed to turn him to this stone? So many questions. I paused in the doorway for a second unsure if I should say something or just walk away again. We’d been doing that lately passing each other in halls and offering awkward half nods and unfinished words. It was stupid and it had gone on too long.I stepped outside and walked toward him slowly, the air cool against my skin. He didn’t look at me right away but I saw the way his jaw tensed when he heard my footsteps.“You’re doing it again.” I said, breaking
“Can I crack the eggs now?” Isabella asked with her little voice full of excitement as she stood on the stool beside the counter, barely able to reach the edge with her tiny hands. Her cheeks were dusted with flour streak of it trailing over the tip of her nose. “Okay but one at a time. We don’t want eggshells in the cookies, do we?” I smiled faintly nodding as I steadied the bowl.“No eggshells! That’s yucky.” She shook her head fiercely with her dark curls bouncing.Anna, standing nearby with her arms folded let out a small reluctant chuckle. She had flour on her apron and her sleeves rolled to her elbows. Three weeks ago, I never thought I’d see her willingly step into a kitchen beside me much less help me with something as mundane as baking cookies. At first, she had regarded me with nothing short of open disdain with suspicion in her eyes and every movement stiff with disapproval. But something shifted after the shooting. Maybe it was seeing Rafael’s face when he carried me i
Rafael’s POVI stood at the edge of the bed watching the slow rise and fall of Adriana’s chest and making sure she was still breathing. The bandages on her shoulder were clean, the color returning to her face little by little but she still looked so fucking fragile and too pale against the dark sheets. A part of me hated seeing her like this all weak and vulnerable. Another part of me hated that I cared enough to stay here and that I did what I did. It’s just that the thought f someone hurting her that wasn’t me didn’t seat well with me. Nathan hovered by the doorway with arms crossed and his jaw clenched so tight I could hear his teeth grinding. He hadn’t spoken much since I brought Adriana back but his eyes had said enough. “She’s stable. There is nothing more you can do for her now.” I said in a firm but low voice knowing I had to keep it down. “She almost died.” His fingers curled into fists at his sides. I think he has repeated that for the billionth time now. “I fucking kn
Adriana’s POVThe first thing I felt was pain. A deep throbbing ache that pulsed through my entire body but especially in my shoulder, where fire seemed to have lodged itself beneath my skin. I tried to mov but even the smallest shift sent sharp, biting agony through my limbs. A groan slipped past my lips before I could stop it. Where the hell was I? I forced my heavy eyelids open blinking against the dim lighting. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar, all dark wood and old-fashioned molding. The bed beneath me was softer than I expected witg the sheets cool against my overheated skin. The faint scent of antiseptic lingered in the air mixing with something darker and something unmistakably metallic. My blood. Memories crashed over me in waves. Starting from the party. The Brotherhood. The secret meeting. The gunshot. And nathan. I had thrown myself in front of him. Why? That question lodged itself in my mind, refusing to leave. Why the hell had I moved? Why had I risked my own life