The hush that fell over the room was subtle and respectful, as the Governor of Palermo, Sicily, stepped onto the grand stage at the head of the ballroom.The governor, who was an older man, had silver hair and sharp eyes and was dressed in a crisp suit that cost more than most of the people in his city made in a year. Governor Francesco Ricci had been in office long enough to know that his real power did not lie in his policies but in the men standing in this very room.The mafia leaders, business tycoons, and corrupt officials.They were the real rulers of this city.“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his voice smooth and practiced, “welcome to another evening of unity and prosperity.”Rhea nearly scoffed.Unity? Prosperity? In a city where blood ran through the streets like rainwater? Where power changed hands not through elections, but through bullets?He must be kidding, she thought to herself.“It is because of our city’s greatest minds, our most dedicated leaders, that we continu
“Get us the fuck out of here,” Adrian ordered, his voice, commanding.“I’m trying!” Marco snapped, swerving through the narrow road, barely missing a row of parked cars. “They’re boxing us in!”Luca cursed. “We need to take them out before we get pinned.”Adrian finally moved, reaching for his gun. “Then let’s take them out.”In one swift motion, he shifted, lowering his window. The moment a black SUV pulled up beside them, he fired. He fired two quick shots, one of which went through the driver's side. The vehicle spun out and then slammed into a street lamppost.It was both terrifying and mesmerizing: the precision, the complete lack of hesitation. Adrian was lethal in a way that didn’t require theatrics. Every movement was calculated, every bullet counted.The last remaining SUV accelerated, trying to close the distance.“Marco,” Adrian warned.“Yeah, yeah, I see them,” Marco growled, steering the car toward a wider street. “Hold tight!”The moment they cleared the intersection, on
Adrian stared at Rhea, his fingers tracing her jawline as the words settled between them. His blue eyes looked directly into hers“You’re a virgin?” His voice was softer now, laced with surprise.Rhea held his gaze, refusing to shrink under his scrutiny. “Yes. But not naive,” she said to him, determined not to appear fragile.He was quiet, as if processing the weight of her words. He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear before his fingers trailed down her throat and down to her chest.“You should’ve told me earlier,” he murmured, his thumb stroking her skin.“Would it have changed anything?” she countered. “Yes.”Rhea arched a brow. “Are you going to stop now?”A slow smile appeared on Adrian’s lips. “Not a chance.”He moved in then, capturing her lips in a deep, consuming kiss. It was different this time; less urgency, more reverence. “I promise I’ll be gentle with you, cara.”Having said that, he trailed kisses from her lips and moved downwards. When he got t
Rhea woke up slowly. She could feel an all-around soreness on her body, but mostly between her thighs. The dull ache between them was the first reminder of what happened last night between her and Adrian. She could feel the lingering warmth of his hands.Her eyes fluttered open, and was greeted by the soft golden light streaming in through the curtains covering the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of the bedroom that supposedly belonged to the both of them. He had never spent the night in this room before. It had always been just her, while he spent his nights somewhere else, sometimes not even within the estate.But last night changed that.She turned slightly, expecting to find him beside her, but the bed was empty. The sheets were cold on the side where he had lain last night.Of course, he was gone.What did she expect?Adrian Vitale was not a man who indulged in lingering softness. He had taken her, made her feel things she had never felt before, and then moved on, just like that
Adrian sat in his office in the city, staring at the amber liquid in his glass. He wasn’t one to drink in the office, but here he was trying to drown out his thoughts.His office was a blend of old-world and modern sophistication. It had dark mahogany Italian furniture and marble flooring. The walls were lined with leatherbound books and rare artifacts. Seated at the grand desk at the center of the office, he exuded authority.The room was well lit with the scent of expensive whiskey and polished wood filling. He had work to do, reports to go through, and deals to finalize, but his mind was somewhere else.Or rather, on someone else.Rhea.His fingers tightened around the glass as memories of last night played in his head. He remembered the warmth of her skin beneath his, the way she kept moaning his name, and the way her nails dug into his back, as if searching for something lost. It had been intense, more than he expected. More than he wanted to admit.She wasn’t supposed to get und
As soon as Adrian left for the office, Rhea did not waste any time. She locked herself in her bedroom, pulling out her phone with steady hands, though her heartbeat thrummed with urgency. She dialed Dante’s number, pressing the phone tightly to her ear as it rang.He answered after the first ring. “Rhea.”“I have news,” she said quickly, keeping her voice low. “But I can’t talk over the phone.”Dante exhaled. “I figured. We can’t be seen together so soon either.”“I know,” she replied, glancing toward the door, ensuring no one was eavesdropping. “Send Izzy. I’ll be in town for shopping. No one will suspect a sisterly outing.”There was a brief pause before Dante agreed. “Fine. I’ll tell her where to find you. Be careful, Rhea.”The call ended, leaving her with a heavy sense of anticipation. She had to tread carefully so that Adrian doesn’t discover the truthRhea was expecting Marco to be the one to accompany her, as Adrian had mentioned during breakfast. But when she stepped outside,
Adrian was seated at the back of his car being driven home when he felt the phone in his pocket vibrate. He brought the phone out and glanced at the caller ID.Dante Moretti.His jaw tightened as he stared at the name flashing across the screen. He considered letting it ring. Instead, he answered with deliberate slowness.“This is unexpected,” Adrian said with a steady voice.“We need to talk.” Dante’s tone was just as steady as his “Not over the phone.”Adrian exhaled through his nose, leaning back into the plush leather seat of his luxury Mercedes. If Dante wanted a meeting, probably he had important information for him.“Where?”“The Black Orchid.”The Black Orchid was a neutral zone, a place where men like them conducted business under the watchful eyes of the city’s underworld. Mafia lords and their businesses were known to frequent this place.“Give me an hour.”He hung up and said to the driver. “Make a U-turn. We’re heading back to the city. Black Orchid.”The Black Orchid was
The house was quiet when Adrian returned; everywhere was silent except for the soft humming of insects outside. It had been an exhausting day for him. He was exhausted from the business meetings and calls he had to attend, the meeting with Dante, and the thoughts of Rhea.As soon as he got to his room, before he even turned on the main light bulb, he rolled his shoulders and unbuttoned his shirt. He needed rest, and where else would he get it if not in his private chambers—a space only a few had ever entered?It was a room that reflected him: dark wood, minimal décor, a stocked bar, and a single large armchair by the fireplace. A place where he could breathe, think, and escape the chaos of the world outside.But he didn’t know that for that night he wasn’t alone. Rhea was sitting on the armchair, waiting.So when he turned on the light, he saw her.His eyes flashed in surprise. But he just looked at her and didn’t say anything.She stood up and walked towards him. She was holding a s
Chapter 61He didn’t flinch when she called him a monster.If anything, it seemed to amuse him.“I’ve been called worse,” he said dryly, smirking.“I hope your money was worth it, you monster,” she hissed, eyes blazing.Again he didn’t react, not with anger or violence He was just looking at her the way someone would look at their poorly behaved pet.Rhea’s chest rose and fell with quiet anger, but then her expression shifted. From defiance to desperation.“I’ll cooperate,” she said, with a steady voice. “If that’s what you want: obedience, compliance, silence, and no dramatics, I’ll give it to you.”He tilted his head slightly, curious but unmoved.“But I want one thing in return,” she continued, stepping forward a little. His expression hardened.“Do you think you’re in any position to ask for anything?” he said sharply, his voice low and unyielding. “I paid for you. I don’t need extra conditions to make you obey.”Rhea hesitated, throat tightening, but she forced herself to speak
“Come with me.”The voice was low and calm but it cut through the noise like a blade.Rhea turned sharply, her eyes locking with the man who had pulled her from the stage only moments ago. He stood in front of her now, his posture relaxed but undeniably commanding. There was no question in his tone, no space for negotiation. The moment she hesitated, he turned his head just slightly, as if wondering who gave her the guts.“Where are you taking me?” she asked, her voice stronger than she felt.The man tilted his head.“I don’t hit women,” he said flatly, “so don’t make me consider exceptions. Walk.”The room around them seemed to blur as panic swirled inside her, but her legs moved before her mind caught up. She followed him, unsure if it was instinct or fear pushing her forward.They moved through a narrow corridor lit with golden lightbulbs, the muffled sounds of the ongoing auction fading behind them.Two men followed from a distance, they had to be his guards, she assumed.Rhea st
Welcome, gentlemen,” the auctioneer’s smooth voice echoed through the darkened room, slick with excitement.“Tonight’s collection is one of the finest we’ve had in months. Fresh, untouched, exotic, each more tempting than the last. Let’s make this a night to remember.”A low murmur of anticipation rippled through the men. This was taking place in a private underground club somewhere in Italy with an undisclosed location and based on invitation only. A place where daughters, sisters, and wives of men who couldn’t pay debts were packaged and sold to the highest bidder.The room was dim, lit by clusters of golden bulbs, casting shadows on expensive suits, whiskey glasses, and barely restrained grins.Laughter and conversation simmered through the crowd.“Looks like they’ve upped the quality this time,” a man in a tailored grey suit whispered to his companion. “Last time was full of drugged-up messes.”“I heard they have a virgin in the lineup tonight,” another chimed in. “Apparently a
The sun was already setting at the time Pietro glanced at the old wall clock above the stove. The ticking hands mocked him with their indifference. 6:42 p.m.Rhea was late.It wasn’t unusual by itself. Sometimes the café stayed a little busy, and other times she got caught up chatting with that older woman who worked at the bakery next door. But today, it felt different.He hadn’t touched his stew. The pot simmered untouched on the stove, and the chair across from him remained empty. The house was quiet. Too quiet.He stood abruptly, the wooden chair scraping against the tile. He stepped outside, scanning the narrow dirt path that led to the main road. He could find no trace of her.“Maybe she stopped to pick something up,” he mumbled, rubbing his jaw, but the excuse didn’t sit well with him.He waited another twenty minutes. Then thirty. The knot in his gut only tightened. Finally, Pietro grabbed his coat and headed into town, ignoring the ache in his knees and the cold creeping into
The hours crawled by in suffocating silence.The room they threw her into was dark and foul-smelling with no windows. Her hands were tied in front of her with a plastic zip tie, and it was nice of them not to have blindfolded her. The flickering bulb above her head buzzed faintly.Rhea sat in a corner, arms wrapped around herself. Her legs trembled, her thoughts racing.She thought about herself and thought about how unlucky her life seemed to be going. Not only was she shot in the chest and thrown into the river, but she woke up without any memory of herself, not even her name. She also found out she was pregnant And just as she had accepted her fate to start a new life for herself and her baby and pretend her past never mattered, now she had been kidnapped by these men. When it rains, it pours. Rhea thought to herself.Her thoughts flickered towards Pietro. How was he?Was he okay?He would be worried sick if she didn't come back home that evening. Had the kidnappers gone back
It was just another morning. The sky was still pale with early light, casting long shadows through the small, sleepy Sicilian village.Rhea walked briskly toward the café, arms tucked into her light jacket, her boots tapping against the uneven cobblestones. The streets were mostly quiet at this hour, but a few familiar faces were out.“Buongiorno, Sofia!” called out Mrs. Fabici, the old florist who always opened her shop early.“Buongiorno, Mrs. Fabici,” Rhea smiled warmly.A young delivery boy cycled past and gave her a nod. She returned it with a polite smile, then turned into the narrow side street that cut behind the church, a quicker route she’d taken dozens of times.Then it happened.A black van screeched around the bend ahead. The sound of tires scraping the edge of the road made her stop mid-step. The van slowed too quickly and sharply, making her stomach twist. Something was wrong.The side door flew open.Two men in dark hoodies jumped out.Rhea froze for half a second befo
Rhea, with a tinge of excitement within her, continued her day. When she got home, she made dinner and did some other chores while humming songs she had picked up recently. Pietro returned, and she served dinner. As they both ate, he noticed that her eyes seemed happier, and she was bubblier than usual. “You eyes are glowing, bambina. Anything new at work?”Rhea nodded. “I remembered something today.”That made him sit up to listen more. “A dream?” he asked cautiously.“No,” she said. “Not a dream or one of those foggy flashes. This…this one, zio, it felt real. Like a real memory. Something that actually happened.”He studied her face and saw her excitement. “Tell me.”“Today at the cafe, the television was on. I looked up and saw Governor Ricci speaking on the TV. Next thing I know, I was somewhere else. I saw myself in a ballroom or something like that.” She swallowed. “People, including myself, were dressed fancy, talking, and drinking. The governor was on something like a sta
Rhea was beginning to settle into her routine. Her training with Pietro was progressing. She had learned and was still learning self-defense and survival.Pietro was able to get her the new papers, an official ID with her new name and a clean record. A very important step towards blending into the real world without people knowing she was living on zero personality or memories.Not long after, she started working at a local cafe, where the owners welcomed her. The work wasn’t so difficult as it involved waiting tables, taking orders, and serving coffee. She was careful to keep her head down and not draw attention to herself. Her job gave her a sense of normalcy, and the people she met there were kind.Ryea didn’t engage much, but she learned to read people by observing their habits, their moods, and even their small gestures. It became a way for her to feel some sense of control in her new life.It was midday at the cafe, and the shift was usually the calmest because it was after the
Pietro, the fisherman, sat in his usual spot on the small cottage porch with a cigarette between his fingers, smoking and looking out to the horizon. As soon as Rhea came out to join him, he squashed the cigarette and threw the stub away. “I don’t want you inhaling smoke because of the baby.” He said to Rhea, who had just taken a seat close to him. Baby. It was still a difficult concept to grasp, especially since her stomach was still looking flat and normal. She watched the sky and then gently rested her hand on her belly, as if to feel the baby. “I need to start living again,” she said quietly, but Pietro heard her.He glanced at her through the corner of his eye. “You are living.”“No,” she said, shaking her head, “I’m surviving. Breathing, eating, and hiding.” Her voice strengthened with each word. “But I can’t hide behind your kindness forever. You pulled me from the river and saved me; you gave me shelter, and I’ll never forget it. But I have to be something more than thi