NialSofia fell asleep in my arms, her breath steady, her body finally giving in to exhaustion. But I couldn’t find the same peace. My mind spun with thoughts I couldn’t quiet, emotions I couldn’t untangle.Arsen had kissed her. And she had let him.The words replayed in my head, over and over, each time hitting me with a fresh wave of something dark and heavy. Anger. Jealousy. Fear. It wasn’t just the act itself that unsettled me, but what it meant—what it could mean. Sofia had been vulnerable, scared, desperate for something solid to hold onto, and he had been there when we weren’t.That’s what scared me the most.I wasn’t naïve. I knew love wasn’t perfect, that even the strongest of us faltered under the right circumstances. But this? This was something else entirely. This was doubt creeping into the edges of something I had thought unbreakable. And that thought had my stomach twisting into knots I wasn’t sure I could ever undo.I tightened my arms around her, pressing a kiss to he
Nial.The morning air was crisp, biting against my skin as I stepped outside. My breath formed soft clouds in the cold dawn light, but I barely felt it. My body was exhausted, but my mind? My mind was sharper than ever, wired from a night spent pacing, replaying every single word Sofia had said. Every damn second of that confession, like a knife twisting in my gut over and over again.Arsen.The name alone made my blood burn.I found him near his training grounds, stretching, rolling his shoulders like he knew this was coming. Maybe he did. Maybe he was fucking waiting for me. His eyes flicked to mine as I approached, his face unreadable, controlled. Like he had the right to be calm."Nial Alexeyev." His greeting was even, but I could hear the tension underneath it. "Didn’t think I’d see you this early."I stopped a few feet away, fists clenching at my sides holding back the hell I wanted to unleash on him for touching my wife. "We need to talk."Arsen exhaled, nodding slowly. "Yeah.
Sofia.After threatening the trio with a complete ban on sexy time unless they let me head downstairs to help Mama with breakfast, I descended the stairs with a victorious smile. The smell of coffee and fresh bread filled the kitchen, wrapping around me like a warm embrace. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow over the wooden dining table, where plates of scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and fresh fruit were already set out. The comforting sounds of my family moving around the house created a harmony I hadn’t realized I needed so badly after these last few days.Giovanni, my father, stood by the stove, flipping pancakes with practiced ease, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Haven’t lost my touch, have I?" he mused, glancing over his shoulder. Mama swatted him playfully on the arm as she poured fresh orange juice into a row of glasses. "If I let you think that, you’ll get too confident," she teased before turning to me with a warm smile, her eyes
Sofia.The decision to return to Italy had been made without hesitation. We needed a break from the dangers surrounding us, a place where we could be untouchable. And that place was home. After everything that had happened, we all needed time together—to breathe, to heal, and to simply exist as a family without the weight of outside threats pressing down on us. The men agreed, and now, here we were.The private jet was filled with soft murmurs of conversation and the occasional bursts of laughter. Mama sat beside Papa, their hands intertwined, while my brothers argued over something ridiculous as usual. Jade and Lorelai were curled up in their seats, Lorelai already dozing against Nial’s shoulder while Nikolai distracted Jade with a game on his tablet. Nadei sipped his coffee, watching over us with that quiet, contemplative expression he always wore when he was thinking too deeply.The flight was smooth, and soon enough, we were landing in the familiar warmth of Italy. The air smelled
Author's POV.The villa hummed with life as the afternoon sun dipped lower in the sky, casting golden hues over the sprawling gardens. Inside, the kitchen was a chaotic but joyful mess of fresh ingredients, laughter, and the unmistakable warmth of family.Sofia stood at the center of it all, apron tied snugly around her waist, a wooden spoon in hand as she stirred a fragrant sauce. The scent of garlic and herbs filled the air, mingling with the sound of clinking pots and the occasional exasperated sigh from Nonna as she chastised Luca for sneaking bites before dinner was ready."Luca, if you eat all the pancetta now, there will be nothing left for the Carbonara!" Nonna scolded, swatting his hand away with a dish towel.Luca, grinning like a child caught red-handed, held up his hands in surrender. "Nonna, I’m just making sure it’s seasoned properly!""Mmmhmm," Sofia drawled, smirking as she passed her brother a small bowl of olives. "Here, occupy yourself with this before she kicks you
Author's POV.The laughter from dinner still echoed in Sofia’s ears as she stepped into the sanctuary of her bedroom. The villa had finally quieted, save for the occasional muffled conversation or the distant hum of the wind through the gardens. It was late, the air tinged with the scents of wine and lingering spices, but Sofia was wide awake, her body thrumming with anticipation.She barely had time to register the door closing before strong arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her against a firm chest. Nadei. She recognized his warmth, his scent—a mix of cedarwood and something uniquely him. His lips grazed the sensitive spot just below her ear, sending a delicious shiver down her spine.“You looked beautiful tonight,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp. “Radiant.”Sofia tilted her head slightly, giving him better access as his mouth trailed down her neck. “It was a good night.”“It’s about to get even better.”Another presence neared, and she turned her head just as Nikolai
Sofia.The warmth of their bodies cocooned me, their steady breaths a lullaby against my skin. Dawn’s light seeped through the curtains, painting golden streaks across the tangled sheets, but my body still thrummed from the night before—achingin the best fucking way.I stretched lazily, muscles deliciously sore, feeling the weight of Nikolai’s arm draped possessively over my waist, the slow press of Nial’s lips against the back of my neck, the heavy warmth of Nadei’s leg tangled with mine. They had ruined me. Again. And still, a lingering throb pulsed between my thighs, insatiable as ever.A smirk tugged at my lips. Nadei had once called me greedy. He wasn’t wrong.I shifted, just slightly, just enough to tease, pressing back against Nial’s hardening length, knowing exactly what that would do to him. A sleepy groan rumbled from his chest, his fingers twitching against my hip.“Troublemaker,” he muttered, voice thick with sleep.“Always,” I whispered, dripping with faux innocence.The
Sofia.The world outside the bedroom was cold. Too fucking cold.The warmth of my men, the haze of pleasure, the slow, sensual unraveling of my body in their hands—all of it was gone. In its place, there was only steel. I moved on autopilot. Stepping away from the bedroom, away from the sheets still stained with our sins. Away from the way their hands had worshipped me just hours ago.Now, there was only rage.I handed Luca his phone back, my grip steady despite the inferno burning beneath my skin. I could feel them behind me—Nikolai, Nadei, Nial. Their energy had shifted, the teasing, the possessiveness, the warmth—all of it had hardened into something lethal.They were ready to end this once and for all.Good. So was I.I turned to face Luca fully.“Where?” I asked, my voice sharp. Clipped. No softness left.He hesitated. “Sofia—”“Where?” I snapped.Luca exhaled heavily, dragging a hand through his dark hair. “Warehouse. East side of the city. Near the docks. It’s Sokolov’s, but th
Author’s POV.The car was a coffin on wheels.Blood slicked the seats, thick in the air—iron-heavy and suffocating. Aurelio was slumped between Nadei and Renzo, his body unnaturally limp, his skin so pale it looked like wax. His chest barely moved, each breath a shallow, ragged fight. The bullet wounds—one in his side, the other in his chest—kept pouring, no matter how hard they pressed down.Luca was driving like a madman, tires screeching as he weaved through the streets. Nikolai was in the passenger seat, turned around, his hands pressing over one of the wounds with brutal force. It wasn’t enough."Fuck! He's losing too much!" Nadei snarled, his voice raw, desperate. His hands were drenched in Aurelio’s blood, his grip unrelenting. "Where the fuck are the doctors?"“We’re almost there,” Luca gritted out, but the panic in his voice betrayed him. He was flying through red lights, pushing the engine to its limits, but it wasn’t enough.Nothing was going to be enough.Aurelio coughed,
Author’s POV.The night smelled like death.Gunfire cracked through the air, cutting through the darkness like a jagged blade. The warehouse was an inferno of noise—bullets tearing through metal, shattering glass, bodies hitting the concrete. The scent of blood, gunpowder, and sweat clung to the air, thick enough to choke on.They had walked into a trap.Nadei knew it the second they stepped inside. The way the shadows shifted wrong, the unnatural stillness before the first shot rang out—this wasn’t just another hunt.This was an ambush.Sokolov fucked them over."Cover!" Nikolai’s voice was sharp, cutting through the chaos as he dove behind a stack of crates, returning fire.The enemy was everywhere, moving like wraiths between the rusted machinery and stacks of abandoned shipments. The dim industrial lighting cast long, distorted shadows, turning the battlefield into a hellscape of flickering shapes and shifting figures."Where the fuck are they coming from?" Renzo snarled, ducking
Nial.The warehouse smelled like blood.It clung to the concrete, soaked into the rusted metal, crept into the cracks in the walls. It was inescapable, thick and suffocating, and yet, I breathed it in without flinching. Sokolov had been here for two days. Two days since we’d dragged his broken body into this room, tied him up, and left him at the mercy of Sofia’s brothers.Two days, and he was still alive.Disappointing.I stood near the entrance, my fingers wrapped around the hilt of my knife, watching as Valentino worked. He had always been the worst of the four when it came to things like this—where Luca was calculated, Renzo was efficient, and Aurelio was ruthless, Valentino enjoyed it. There was no cold detachment in his actions, no professional distance. He liked the suffering, liked the way men broke apart under his hands.And Sokolov was breaking.The Russian was barely recognizable. His face was swollen, split open in more places than I could count, one of his eyes too damage
Nial.The house had never been this quiet before.Not since Sofia and the kids had come into our lives, filling every corner of our world with noise, warmth, and something we never knew we craved—peace. A twisted kind of peace, given our lives, but peace all the same. Now, standing in the dimly lit living room, the quiet felt suffocating. Like the silence before a storm but this time the storm was ragging inside of every single one of us.Jade was asleep upstairs, curled up in the mountain of stuffed dinousaurs Sofia kept buying him, despite his insistence that he was "too big" for them. Lorelai had dozed off hours ago, wrapped in Sofia’s arms, while she ran her fingers throughour little girl's hair, murmuring soft lullabies in Italian. I had stayed just long enough to watch the way she melted into our children, her love for them so deep it left something aching in my chest.Then I had left, unable to shake the restlessness thrumming under my skin.My brothers were scattered throughou
Nikolai.It started small.A conversation here. A passing look there.At first, I thought it was my own exhaustion playing tricks on me. The last weeks had been heavy, slow in some ways, too fast in others. Six weeks since Arsen had nearly died. Six weeks since Sofia had looked us in the eyes and told us she wouldn’t choose—because she couldn’t.And somehow, none of us had walked away. We never would.I had expected the distance between us and Arsen to stretch, for the resentment to fester even more, but that’s not what happened.Instead, it was the quiet things.The way he stepped back when tempers ran high. The way he never inserted himself where he wasn’t wanted but was always just there when it mattered.I noticed it first when Nial had come back from hunting one of Sokolov's consiglieres, stiff, a rare tension lining his shoulders. He didn’t talk about it—not to us. Not to anybody. He just went straight to the back porch, standing in the cold, watching the night sky like he did w
Sofia.The air in the room was thick with unspoken words, heavy with the weight of a decision that could change everything. The dim light barely reached the corners of the space, casting long shadows against the walls, but none were as dark as the emotions brewing between me and the men standing behind me.The men who had built a life with me. Who had fought for me. Protected me.And now, I was asking them to make room for him.For Arsen.The man they had every reason to hate. The man I had every reason to hate. But I couldn’t.Not after everything.I sat beside his bed, my fingers curled tightly around his hand, unwilling to let go. He was stable but still unconscious. The bandages covering his torso were proof of the fight he had barely survived, a reminder that I had nearly lost him before I even had the chance to face the truth.I loved him.And that truth wasn’t something I could run from anymore.Behind me, my men were silent, but I could feel their presence like a physical weig
Sofia.The weight of the room pressed down on me, thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension. Arsen’s shallow breaths and the scent of antiseptic—it all felt suffocating. But more than that, I felt the suffocation in my chest, in my heart. The space between us was growing larger by the second, and I was helpless to stop it.I could feel the heaviness of my thoughts, the constant battle inside me between the love I couldn’t deny and the anger I couldn’t quite bury. I wasn’t sure what was worse—loving him or trying to pretend I didn’t feel anything at all.But I had to face it. I loved Arsen. No matter how many times I tried to bury it, no matter how many walls I built around my heart, it was still there, pulsing, undeniable. And now, as I sat beside his hospital bed, watching him fight for his life, I couldn’t pretend any longer.The door to the room creaked open, and I didn’t need to look up to know who it was. Nadei’s scent, the heavy weight of Nikolai’s presence, the quiet foo
Sofia.Every breath I took felt like a struggle, as though I couldn’t quite fill my lungs with enough air. The room felt smaller than it should have. The air thicker like a gloomy fog setting over me.I paced, walking back and forth along the hall, running my hands through my hair in frustration. The quiet had become unbearable. The silence that once felt like solace now felt like an invisible weight pushing down on me.I wasn’t sure what I was waiting for, or what I even wanted to happen. But I knew I couldn’t stay still—not after Nikolai’s words, not after everything I had seen, everything I had felt.The door to the room where Arsen lay was cracked open. I could see the dim light from the hallway spill inside, casting shadows across the floor, the walls, the bed where he lay. I had been avoiding it all night, but now, I couldn’t stay away any longer.With slow, deliberate steps, I crossed the threshold and stepped inside.Arsen still looked like he was drifting between life and dea
Sofia.The safehouse was too quiet.Even with security outside, even with the occasional sound of footsteps in the halls, the silence felt wrong.It had always been like this—a cold, calculated kind of quiet, designed for function, not comfort. The walls were thick, reinforced, soundproofed. No outside noise. No echo of the life that existed beyond these walls.I had stayed here once before. Years ago.Back then, silence had been a luxury. A moment to breathe.Now, it was suffocating.I moved through the dimly lit halls, my bare feet light against the marble. The scent of coffee lingered in the air, rich and bitter, but when I reached the kitchen, I found the pot empty. Someone had been here recently.I exhaled sharply and filled a glass of water from the sink, bringing it to my lips with slightly unsteady hands.“Drinking water instead of coffee? That’s new.”I didn’t turn at the sound of Nikolai’s voice. “You’re one to talk.”The chair scraped against the floor as he pulled it out,