Sofia.He smashed his lips against mine and I hesitantly kissed him back with those full lips moving against mine, his hand drifting downwards to hold my throat in a firm grip.I felt myself moaning voluntarily when shoved his tongue into my mouth exploring it with his teeth pulling at my bottom lip teasingly.He pulled away from me, breathless and looking me in the eye waiting for me to lash out at him. To hit him or refuse his touch. But I don't.And he dove right back in, kissing me slowly as if to make a point. It felt more lustful and passionate.My lips moved in sync with his consuming each other.Tingles spread at the contact of Nikolai's wandering hands that were squeezing my pants-clad thighs kneading them up and down but never touching where I needed him.Nadei pulled away from me with one last peck on my lips, his own red and swollen, he tightened his grip on my neck meeting my eyes.His jade orbs reminded me of a Green python, venomous and deathly but mesmerizing. It some
Sofia.I thought I'd hold my ground not letting them get to me but then, again, I did give in the first time, however, this exact situation was making wanna lose my marbles.Marbles? Geez, I sounded like a grandma."What are you d-doing?"It was hard to keep my voice straight as it wavered slightly when he stalked over to me like a predator to its prey. And I strived to take a step back fearing for my thudding heart and pussy as a dark look crossed his face. A loud yelp left my lips when he circled an arm around my waist lifting me from the ground.I hastily wrapped my legs around his torso and arms around his neck and I felt him sit down with me in his lap. That, that was not fucking fine and he needed to let me go. Swerving my way to get off of his lap. "Let me go," my whine fell on deaf ears.As he pulled me tighter against him noting my halted actions as compliance when I stopped struggling against his tough grip. He chuckled turning me in his arms to straddle him. The provocati
Author's POV.The triplets were baffled.Absolutely and completely bewildered at Sofia's previous actions.They thought that she would just go through her punishment for talking and giving her attention to another man beside them like a good girl and be taught a lesson not to talk to other men so animatedly.But she turned things in her favor.Teasing them and leaving them with hard-ons begging for her intoxicating touch, begging to be set free and be balls deep buried inside of her sweet tight cunt.She had the trio warped her tiny fingers.They knew that the second they saw her.She had them intoxicated with her mere presence.The trio were dominant, jealous and possessive men.And always have been.They didn't share women often nor did they sleep with the same woman twice because they didn't feel complete with any of their previous conquests.They felt awkward when they first shared a girl but it started to feel natural and more acceptable to them with age and the women didn't exac
Sofia.After an hour I finished organizing everything in its place reminding myself that I won't be staying long and was going to find some way out. I shut the closet and turning to discern a tray-making me know that someone was here just a few seconds ago.A glass of apple juice, a bottle of water with a plate with medium cooked stake exactly how I liked it and some veggies. On the other side of the tray a sticky note was attached to its handle.I plucked out the note reading it.Baby girl, We had to leave for a work matter. We'll be back later also we left some lunch for you. If you need or want anything, call us.Behave little one.Enjoy your food, Love. I laughed at their attempt in writing me a note with each of their handwriting and the nicknames indicating who wrote what.It was cute, not gonna lie.Sofia stop-I plopped the note on the nightstand and sat grabbing the tray to devour the food while it was still warm. Thoughtfully annihilating the delicious meal and putting
Sofia.Letting out a sigh of relief after I hung up on Nial, I recollected my composure and that I had company taking a swift glance at Ivana not wanting to make the situation bizarre.Than it was already."Soo-" I stretched the word not finding anything to spike up a conversation with her."What's your favorite rapper?"I mentally backhanded myself in the face at the ridiculous question.But seeing the look on my face, Ivana laughed heartily, her smooth laugh practically dissipating my nervous and timid self and giving me space to make up for my idiotic icebreakers. Gosh, I needed socializing classes. If they were a thing."I honestly don't have one, it's hard to pick," she rolled her eyes playfully, "Ahat's yours?" She answered with a soft giggle, her accent still prominent."J.cole," I replied curtly."Cool. So, who are you to my cousins?" She inquired curiously after a few minutes of awkward silence.Shit."I-uh-I'm their-" my stuttering was being cut off when Anastasia walked int
Sofia.That rough yet soft touch of fingers tracing my face so lightly made me jolt awake, my eyes opened in alarm but we're still filled with drowsiness to meet Nikolai's soft eyes.A small frown etched on his handsome face."It's okay, baby. It's just me," he soothed reaching his hand to stroke my cheek. Hazel eyes twinkling with concern.I stepped away from his touch.His frown deepened, lips pulled out in a small pout.Damnit, why was I feeling bad for concerning him now?Sofia stop feeling sympathetic to people that hurt you--"Love, did you have a nightmare, again?" He inquired hesitantly.I shook my head, my eyes wide knowing that he might have caught on to something the last time."Then what is it?" You and your brothers and my fucked up life."Where are the others?" I noticed the other two's absence, dismissing his question with a yawn.He smiled, "Nadei is working and Nial is working out."And my dumb-hoe of a pussy started tingling at the image of a shirtless, sweaty Nial
Nikolai.Lifting her shirt for me to peel it off from her effortlessly enticing form. Sofia blushed trying to insulate herself from my hungry gaze. I merely bestowed her with a warning glance and like a good girl she dropped her hands looking everywhere but me.Fuck, if she only saw herself the way I did.So damn beautiful. So sweet and fucking precious.I sighed meaning every goddamn word that left me, "You're enthralling," my lips found hers in a sweet kiss loving how she reciprocated the action."And so fucking perfect, sweetheart," I pecked her forehead rendering her to flush even redder and I chuckled expressing the joy bubbling within me at the melodious giggle.I caressed her smooth cute stomach reveling in the feel of her soft skin. The urge to ask her about them, the small scars littering her skin was heart wrenching as they tainted her beautiful pale skin. Yet she was the most beautiful woman I laid my eyes upon and always be.Tearing my eyes and averting my vicious thoughts
Author's POV.Nadei, finally,got his load of work done and decided to find his little girl. He searched everywhere he thought he might find her until he figured out that Nik might have taken her to their library being the only place he hadn't checked.And knowing how much of a nerd his brother was despite his inability to focus while reading as his hyperactivity got the best of him every time. And he knew how much he loved the place with its calm atmosphere and its peacefulness..Reaching his destination, Nadei stood leaning against the railing of the stairs and getting greeted by the grinning face of his younger brother with their little girl tucked into Nikolai's hulking frame in a small blanket, her head peeking out shyly but drowsily at him."Hello, brother," Nikolai greeted with a cheerful tone pulling Sofia to him and Nadei scanned the sight of the disheveled state she was in with her clothes on the floor making him smirk, lust prospering in his green orbs."You have been busy a
Nikolai.The sun had just started its lazy climb when I stepped outside, coffee mugs in hand and sleep still clinging to the corners of my mind.The estate grounds were soaked in golden light, the grass jeweled with dew like nature had cried a little last night but decided to make the best of it this morning. A breeze swept through the lemon trees, carrying that light citrusy scent Sofia always said reminded her of summers in Italy. The air felt warm but not heavy, peaceful but not silent—alive in a way that made my ribs loosen.It smelled like hope.And after everything we’d survived—everything we were still clawing our way through—I wasn’t going to waste that. Peace like this was rare in our world. You had to hold it tight, two hands and all heart.Across the lawn, I spotted her first.Sofia sat on a picnic blanket under the olive tree—her olive tree, the one she’d stubbornly refused to let the gardeners trim because “It has character, shut up.” Lorelai was perched between her legs,
Sofia.The house was quiet again. Not the warm hush of family sleep like before—this was different. Tense. Coiled.I closed the door to the master bedroom behind me with shaking fingers. They weren’t here. I’d kissed them all goodnight. Told them I loved them. And then I’d said what none of us had ever dared to say aloud.“I want to be with him tonight too. I want Arsen.”There’d been silence. Tight jaws. Clenched fists. But they’d nodded , nevertheless. Not because they wanted to, but because they respected it. Me. Him.And now I was in the hallway, heart thudding like a warning bell.His door was open.The room was barely lit—moonlight spilling across the bed where he sat, shirtless, head bowed, tattoos twisting over his arms and shoulders like shadows, his scars full on display. He didn’t look up. “Are you going to come in,” he said, voice low, “Or are you just staying and leaving a second after?”My throat tightened. I walked in.He still didn’t move.“I'm sorry I couldn't stay wi
Sofia.The house had settled into sleep. Deep, contented sleep—the kind that comes after too much food, too much laughter, and just enough wine to make your muscles hum. I’d tucked Lorelai in with Aurelio, kissed her goodnight, and left them curled up like something sacred. It made my chest ache in the best way.But now…Now I was tiptoeing back into the room I shared with my husbands.The lights were low, golden and soft like candlelight, spilling across skin and sheets. Nadei was sprawled on the bed like he’d been sculpted there—shirtless, his long legs tangled in the duvet, green eyes glinting as he scrolled through his phone. Nikolai stood at the mirror adjusting his watch strap, because even undressing was apparently a production with him. Nial was at the foot of the bed, all quiet storm in his black tee and sweatpants, sipping his herbal tea from a mug like he wasn’t watching me like prey.My mouth went dry.“Hi,” I said, breath catching a little.Nadei grinned, stretching like
Author’s POV.The house had quieted down into that soft, post-dinner lull—where even the shadows on the walls seemed to breathe slower. Distant murmurs echoed from the living room, where the others were watching some awful old mafia film Luca claimed was “a classic.” Someone was already asleep on the couch. Probably Renzo. He always passed out after too much pasta like some kind of carb-loaded bear who was getting ready to hibrenate.Aurelio wasn’t with them.He was in the hallway upstairs, sitting at the edge of his old bedroom—the one he hadn’t dared sleep in yet. Too many pieces of him still scattered like glass inside it. Too many ghosts watching from the corners.He stared at the room like it might bite him.The bed was made. The same comforter. Same shelves. Someone had even fixed the frame of the photo he’d apparently shattered during one of his more violent post-surgery episodes. A picture of the five of them—Sofia in the middle, arms folded, eyes rolling. Him grinning with an
Author's POV. The dining room buzzed with the strange, delicate noise of almost normal. Silverware clinked. Someone—probably Valentino—had already cracked a joke that made Sofia roll her eyes but smile anyway. The scent of roasted garlic and marinara filled the air like nostalgia on steroids. Aurelio sat at the long table—not at the head, but somewhere in the middle—flanked by people who were supposed to be his family. Despite their warmth, their laughter, the endless attempts to make him feel at home, he still felt like the odd man out. But he noticed things. Like how Nial grumbled at his overcooked chicken while quietly passing napkins like he was trying not to breathe too loud. Arsen sat at the far end, balancing Alexei on his lap, slicing soft bread one-handed while talking to Sofia, who had Jade snuggled against her side. They were so, in their element. In their nature. Then— “Uncle Liooo!” A high-pitched squeal cut through the hum of conversation. A tiny bolt of cur
Aurelio.The toy soldier hadn’t moved.It still sat like a goddamn sentinel on my nightstand. Plastic. Ugly. Important.I don’t know why I hadn’t thrown it out the window.Maybe because it felt like it belonged more than I did.Jade had curled up next to me earlier, warm and trusting like he didn’t know I was broken. And even after he left the room—pulled away by his father—I could still feel the ghost of his tiny arms around my waist. And that? That shook something loose inside me more than any punch ever could.-Later in the day.I was in another room, arms up against Nial as we circled each other. We were sparring. That was their fucked up version of making me remember, it wasn't conventional. Wasn't something in one's right mind would do but I was willing to try as long as it meant they wouldnt look at me in that empathetic way they all did. I was going to try to find me.Whoever that was.“Stop thinking.”Nial’s voice snapped like a whip. Cruel and unforgiving.He was circling
Aurelio.The name was just a sound. Letters. Noise.But the weight behind it? That wasn’t noise.That was pressure. Gravity. Like I’d been dropped into a life that expected me to perform, to remember, to be this person they were mourning like he was already dead.Aurelio Verticolli.Everyone in this room knew who he was.Except me.And the worst part?I felt like I was disappointing them just by existing.Sofia hadn’t let go of my hand. Her grip was gentle, but I could feel the tension in her fingertips—like she was holding onto hope with every fiber of her being, and the second she let go, she’d fall apart.That made my chest ache.Even if I couldn’t remember her.I studied her profile—soft lines drawn tight with exhaustion. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days. Weeks, maybe. Her eyes were red-rimmed but fierce. Protective. She was a fighter. I didn’t need memories to know that.Sofia Verticolli. My sister.“Why are you all still here?” I asked suddenly, voice rough, a little cra
Aurelio.The man on the other side of the glass had a smirk that felt like it belonged to someone I should know. Someone important. Someone close.But I didn’t know him.I didn’t know myself.I clenched my jaw, something burning in my chest—frustration, maybe. Anger. A gnawing sense of wrongness that had been there since I woke up.The name they kept calling me—Aurelio Verticolli—felt like a suit that didn’t fit. Too tight in some places, too loose in others.I should recognize it. I should recognize them.But when I searched my mind, it was just… nothing. blank.Like looking into a fogged-up mirror and knowing there was a reflection behind it, but never being able to see it clearly.The man at the window tilted his head, still watching me like he was waiting for something.“You ready to remember who the fuck you are?”The words scraped against something raw inside me.Was I?I didn’t answer.He smirked again, but there was something sharper behind it. “Don’t worry. We’ll remind you.”
Sofia.The world blurred around me.The sound of my own breath—ragged, sharp—was the only thing keeping me tethered to reality as I clutched Lorelai in my arms.Aurelio is waking up.Vale’s words echoed in my skull, but my body had already moved before my mind could process them. I was rushing to get to the door.The air rushed past me as I made it to the front door, barefoot, heart hammering, pulse wild. Luca grabbed my arm before I could get into the car, his grip strong but careful. “Sofia, relax—”“I need to see him,” I snapped, shaking him off.“We’re coming with you,” Nikolai said from behind me.There was no room for argument. I didn’t care about security, the logistics, the doctors, or the tests.I just needed to see my brother._At the hospital.The room smelled sterile. Like antiseptic, bleach, and something too clean to be comforting. It made my senses twitch at the overly powerful smell.I stood in the doorway, my pulse thundering in my ears, my hands clenched into fists