Sofia.They ignored me the first minutes as I sobered up after Nial silently handed me a bottle of water and I thanked him downing it but he paid me no mind and turned rigidly to his side.The sexual tension was suffocating me.But slight fear dripped into my pours compelling me to tense and try to get on their good side before it was too late."I'm really sorry I-I didn't mean to-" I sighed and the huffed irritated breaths I received from them made me want to crawl into a ditch and die.Or let them teach me a lesson."Baby, trust me you will be sorry. When we're done with you," Nikolai purred way too calmly for the sake of my swollen lower lips that gushed their essence out at the sound of his voice.The voice that I had missed.His presence, his playful but caring self and that pretty face of his that never failed to bring butterflies to swarm my stomach and have my heartbeat fastening.I tried to blandish the three hulking men creating havoc in my soul, heart, brain and pussy."Dadd
Sofia.I took off my Airs and slipped out of the dress, the slightly warm breezy atmosphere in the room not doing much to my favor as their heated gazes swiped over me.Drinking me in, reeling me in.I started feeling self-conscious the longer they stared and I covered up my chest with my arms, embarrassed."Remove your hands, let us see you."I hesitated before doing as told."Now Love, be a good Kitten for daddy and crawl to me," Nikolai's words sent a hot blazing fire throughout my pussy and I obliged fighting every sane bone in my body and crushing my dignity when I fell to my hands and knees.My eyes couldn't meet theirs with what I feared that I'd see."Eyes on us."I moved my eyes from Nadei to Nikolai ending with Nail as I pathetically crawled over to get up feeling my knees starting to ache and my tetas hanging at Nikolai's feet."What do you think you're doing?" "I-I-uh-" I stuttered blushing ferociously and they chuckled sinisterly, my cunt pulsating at the sounds."On you
Sofia.I woke up earlier than intended and trust me, that rarely happened. I wasn't exactly an early bird. The trio snuggled up to my small frame and I sighed trying to detach Nial's arm that was warped around my waist holding me to his chest.Nadei had my hand cupping the side of his face as he slept soundly, puckered lips on my palm, the soft snores and hulking disheveled but adorable state he was in had me stopping a squeal from coming out at his actions.And Nikolai had his face buried under the huge t-shirt I was dressed in. His face mushed between my boobs, I quietly laughed as I felt my face heating up when his lips landed on my bare chest nearing my hardened nipple.Heat pooled in my core.How could he even breathe right now?I tried as gently as I could to detach myself from them but they tightened their grips."Baby, stop squirming."I froze at Nial's raspy sexy morning voice, his hands drifting to my bruised rear as he rubbed it gently. "Does it hurt, baby?" His morning woo
Sofia."Books." He looked dumbfounded for a second before he discerned the serious look on my face and chuckled softly and I pushed him away angrily to get out of the shower.He hurriedly pulled me to him."I'm sorry, baby. I was just surprised, that's all, there is no need to be embarrassed and I'm glad I was the first person to fuck these pretty lips," he purred kissing my lips and I felt my cunt pulsate to life.Nikolai gave me puppy dog-like eyes and peppered kisses all over my face making me giggle and he hug me to him."Mhm," I blushed ferociously.The heat between my thighs throbbed but I held myself from grinding or doing anything, I just stared at him while he moved his hand through my wet hair.Our wet bodies pressed against each and all that mattered at that moment was him and me.He was beautiful."You're beautiful," I voice my thoughts and he laughed."Beautiful is not the word people describe me with. Love," he muttered with a hint of sadness, my arms tightening around
Sofia."And that's all there is to know, your assignments will be sent directly to you through emails. I wish you all the best and you might resume starting with the tasks assigned to you."I nodded straightening my knee-length skirt trying my best to not fidget under her hard, scrutinizing gaze. I had every reason to impress this woman but damn it was hard to read through her."Finally, your workstation is right here, our main programmers and designers are on this floor. They all like working in closed spaces so they won't be bothering you or anything." Elaina-- my supervisor explained, her thick Russian accent apparent with a hand gesture to the unopened office door with laced professionalism in her tone and I offered an understanding smile at her cooperative self."Find me if you need anything.""Thank you."And with that, she turned with one last firm nod to head back.My anger skyrocketed to the roof at the fact that the trio made her give me an entire office instead of working
Sofia.Fingers hooked under my chin."Baby, why can't just be a good girl and listen for once?" Nadei's soft tone, despite the gruffness of his deep voice, sent butterflies in my stomach. The feeling close to being warped in a warm blanket as he patted my head."But I just wanted-" my objection was cut off as he pinned me to the thick glass window, his hand behind the back of my head. My face coming directly with his lower chest and I for the umpteenth time cursed myself for being short.He hoisted me up at my thighs holding me up against the wall as he gazed at me, Nikolai, and Nial caught in my line of sight from either side.A hand slid around my throat like a collar. Tight but gentle somehow. "Little one," I just hummed avoiding eye contact which got me a slap on the thigh making yelp."Look at me," and I did at Nikolai.Nadei's face was buried in the crook of my neck, his five o'clock shadow tickling my skin as I suppressed a moan at the feeling of his hardness pressing up again
Sofia.I stirred awake, the bed dipping on each of my sides as I turned around to face the three men-- my three angry and upset men. I frowned rubbing my eyes from sleep. The disorientation swinging my vision back and forth."Love, sleep," Nikolai said upon noticing my shifting on the bed as I held my arms above my head softly groaning at the feel of my limbs being stretched out."What time is it?" I asked hoarsely."It's five am, little one. Go back to sleep.""I don't feel like sleeping anymore," I yawned. "Are you guys alright?" My worry was evident in my voice as they peered at each other for something.Whatever it was they had a mutual understanding on got a grimace to distort their usual smiling faces around me. The action shooting an uncomfortable anxious feeling within me."We're okay. Doll," Nial's dry answer had my suspicions right on spot.He was never like that. Cold."You don't sound or look okay," I interjected and they stood up abruptly their eyes looking mournful and
Sofia.Finishing up the defects and errors on the program I was sent to code. I sighed leaning back to stretch my tangled muscles deciding to head over and oversee how the trio-- my men- were doing.I was walking towards the trio's office, humming to Only love can hurt like this until a loud curse reached my eyes from outside their door.Identifying the loud voice as Nadei's. My hand immediately latched swinging the door open with fear as their eyes snapped to me in alarm. "What's wrong love?" Nikolai asked racking a hand through his blond curls."I just wanted to check up on you," I hugged him and Nial moving to Nadei that was holding a folder of some sort.The anger rolled off of him in waves and I clasped my hand around his rigid form pulling said folder from his grasp. Noting it as his reason of discomfort. I wanted to burn the damn thing.He cuddled me to him as if to calm himself down and I swooned at the act when he pushed his face into my crook planting soft kisses as my feet
Nikolai.The sun was beginning its slow descent, drenching the estate in a thick, golden haze. The gardens looked like they belonged in a painting, every blade of grass and stone path lit up like someone had dipped them in honey.The air had that crisp, early evening bite to it—the kind that hinted at colder nights ahead, the kind that made your breath puff out in little clouds if you waited long enough.It was the kind of quiet that settled not just around you, but inside you.I hadn’t realized how bad I needed that silence until I was drowning in it.Not the fake kind you get in the middle of chaos when your brain just...short-circuits.No, this was real silence.Healing silence.Aurelio sat next to me on the stone steps, hunched forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees. His hand curled loosely around the iron railing beside him, fingertips absently tracing the cold metal. His gaze was fixed out past the gardens, past the trees, locked on some point on the horizon only he could
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.”