Adrian could barely sleep throughout the night. He just had a lot going through his mind that kept him turning and tossing on his bed. But of all the problems he had to solve, the one that pressed on him the most was Alex.When Rhea told him she saw Alex in the cafe she went to, his stomach twisted. He could feel fury brewing inside him even though he told Rhea that he did not care.Even though Rhea had claimed she ran into Alex by accident, he found it hard to believe that they had not planned to meet prior. Because, what were the chances?He should have seen this coming. He knew Alex had been circling like a vulture around Rhea. He had barely tolerated his presence at the funeral. But now, Alex had crossed a line.The mere thought of him trying to win Rhea back and Rhea even indulging in a conversation with Alex made something dark and possessive coil in Adrian’s chest.Adrian took a slow breath through his nose, forcing his muscles to relax. He wasn’t angry at Rhea. Not truly. No,
Chapter 24When Rhea woke up that morning, she had a bit of a throbbing headache. Maybe it was the red wine she had last night to help her calm her thoughts about her argument with Adrian or the weird encounter she had with Luca at their home bar.A frown settled on her face as she pushed herself up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The house was eerily silent. Something felt different today.She reached for her phone and checked the time. 10:12 AM. She had slept longer than usual, which meant no one had woken her. Usually, she would hear people moving around, Luca’s wicked laughter, Marco’s voice in hushed tones, or the sound of car engines outside. But today, there was nothing.Slipping out of bed, she stood, wrapping a robe around herself. Her steps were careful as she walked toward the window, pulling the curtain back just enough to glance outside. The driveway was empty, with no sign of Adrian’s car or his men except for the ones that served as permanent security in the estate.
Rhea spent the whole day worried about what Adrian was going to do to Alex. Even though she had pleaded with Adrian via text, she got no response. She called his number as well, and it just went straight to voicemail.As far as she was concerned, Alex was a dead man already. She remembered the warehouse where Adrian took her to show her how ruthless he was. And she knew for a fact that Alex was going to meet the same fate. She almost blamed herself for ratting him out. But she knew Luca was going to tell Adrian, and that was why she thought it would be better if it came from her.In fact, she was only trying to save herself from Adrian reading more meaning into the meeting that she completely Alex would suffer.But why did Adrian show indifference when she told him about Alex the night before? Why did he pretend not to care? Only for him to wake up this morning, and that was the first thing he set out to do for the day.She knew she had no option but to wait in the house until he ret
Rhea let out a shaky breath. “I want you, Adrian.”“Where do you want me, Rhea?” “Inside me. I want to feel you in me.”A victorious smirk appeared on his lips before he kissed her again, deeper and hungrier. He swept her off her feet and placed her on the bed.There was something about Rhea that made him always play a gentleman. He wanted to carefully ravish her rather than the mindless fucking he would do to other women.He pulled her dress off in one swift motion and threw it on the floor. His mouth met hers again, trailing soft kisses from her cheeks to her ears, licking and playfully biting on her earlobes. He suckled on the skin of her neck, leaving bite marks all over. When he found her breasts, he cupped them in his hands.Immediately, he bent his head, and his warm mouth enveloped her breast, and her body arched towards him, yearning for more of it. He sucked on her lush, plump breast with a gentle desire while playing with the other breast. He tugged on each perky and har
Dante sat behind his desk, tapping his fingers on the table. He was in the study in the Moretti estate, staring and going through the documents laid out in front of him. Rhea finally came through and had sent him crucial information. The intelligence was so precise it could shift the power dynamics of the Vitales. He smiled as he went through them. His time to take over was gradually coming.He needed to discuss next steps with his own men. He just needed his most ruthless enforcer, Gabriel, and Steffano, his most trusted lieutenant, to be in on his plans. He would rather not let in all his men lest they say something to the enemy.He had called them earlier and was now waiting for both of them to come in for the meeting.The study was dimly lit, and the air was filled with cigar smoke and the smell of Scotch.He heard a knock, and it was the both of them.“Boss.” They said in unison as they entered the study.Dante gestured for them to sit while swirling a glass of fine Scotch. The
Rhea’s eye fluttered open the morning after, and found her gorgeous husband sleeping next to her. The weight of his strong and muscular arm wrapped around her waist, and she could feel the sensation of his warm breath against her skin.As usual, the morning light snuck in through the curtains, and there was this golden tone in the room.She decided to allow herself to enjoy the moment and to watch the slow rise and fall of Adrian’s breathing and the way her body fit into his like a puzzle.Then reality set in.She had slept with Adrian Vitale. Again.Her heart started pounding when she remembered the night before. It was intense, both in passion and emotion. She had confronted him about her ex when he came home, and their argument, which was heated and laced with sharp words, then escalated into something else.She pulled the sheets up to her chest when she realised she was totally naked, and suddenly she felt vulnerable, despite the intimacy they shared.It wasn’t supposed to feel li
“Damn… Rhea! You’re so fucking addictive.” Adrian said as they both rolled off each other after an intense lovemaking session.Rhea said nothing, but a smile appeared on her lips; she was gasping for air and didn’t have any rebuttal to what her husband just said.After a moment, Rhea said to him, “I wish we could spend all day in bed, making sweet endless love.”“Aww, mia Cara.” He replied, looking at her. “Of course we can,” he continued. “ I’m the boss, remember. I’ll cancel everything I have for today; it can wait.” He pecked her on the forehead.And then a thought struck Adrian. What had come over him? When did he start making his schedule free for a woman? And why did he want to please this particular woman? It was so unlike him, he thought to himself.But yet, he was very much eager to do so.“Promise?” Rhea queried, distracting him from his thoughts.“Sure,” he said. “If truth be told, you’ve worn me down this morning already, and I can’t wait for more.”Adrian and Rhea spent t
Adrian sat at the long dining table, flipping through a set of documents. His crisp white shirt was buttoned all the way up except for the collar, and a dark suit jacket draped over the back of his chair. Every movement he made was deliberate and controlled.He wasn’t one for leisurely breakfasts, but this morning, he found himself lingering. The remnants of their time in the shower floated around his in his memory: Rhea’s soft gasps, the press of her slick body against his. His grip tightened around the cup at the thought.Across from him, Luca was already halfway through his meal, his usual smirk in place. “Didn’t see you come down the whole of yesterday, brother,” Luca smiled, stabbing a piece of grape with his fork. “Antoinette said you had given out instruction not to be disturbed the whole day. Must have been…preoccupied.” His voice dripped with amusement.Adrian didn’t dignify him with a response. Instead, he took a slow sip of his coffee, his gaze flickering toward the stairc
The villa had gone silent.The last of the mourners had driven off hours ago, the scent of cigar smoke and expensive perfume lingering faintly in the hallways.Staff moved like shadows through the corridors, cleaning up after the storm of people and power.Upstairs, behind a heavy oak door, Luca Vitale lay back on silk sheets, his chest rising and falling slowly and his skin, bare.The girl beside him was sprawled out with her limbs tangled in the sheets, her body still glistening from their earlier session. She was out cold, breathing softly. Her black hair was scattered over her face and her red lipstick was smeared. Her presence didn’t hold his attention anymore.Luca reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lighting up his face as he swiped it open. He hesitated a moment, then dialed a number.He brought it to his ear, staring blankly at the ceiling.“Hello,” he said in a low and smooth tone A pause. Whoever was on the other end responded, but their voice was low.Luc
“My deepest condolences, Don Vitale. Your father was a pillar of this community," said Governor Ricci to Adrian, stretching his hand out for a handshake and a politician’s smile plastered on his face.The church service for the burial of Viktor Vitale was brief and solemn. No tears or overdragged eulogies; just the cold efficiency of a mafia sendoff. The real business happened afterward at the Vitale estate, where crystal glasses clinked and alliances were tested under the guise of paying respects.Now, the reception hall was full of men in black designer suits, expensive perfume, and silent posturing.Adrian stood near the grand fireplace, his black suit blending with the shadows. The room was packed with every significant name in Italian organized crime. It was the gathering of who's who of power brokers.Adrian accepted the handshake, his grip was just tight enough to remind the governor who really controlled the city. "We appreciate your presence."The governor lowered his voice
“I’ll take care of it.” Luca jumped in. “Son of a bitch killed my father.”Adrian and Marco left the basement for Luca.It wasn’t that Adrian didn’t want to kill the traitor himself but he decided to let Luca get the closure of being the one who killed their father’s murderer.After what seemed like an eternity of interrogation, Luca came and joined Adrian and Marco with blood stains all over his shirt.His eyes were hollow and darkened like a predator who just fed on a prey.Adrian was at the bar in the living room gulping down whiskey with Marco. Neither of them spoke as Luca approached, they just waited.He got to the bar, picked up a bottle of scotch, unscrewed it, and then brought the bottle to his mouth. He gurgled down the drink like it was water.He pulled the bottle from his mouth, with a frowning face depicting the bitterness and burning sensation he had just gotten from the drink.“It’s done,” Luca said.Adrian raised a brow. “He talked?”“Everything,” Luca replied, still f
The dining hall in the Vitale property had been turned into an interrogation room.Every member of the estate: maids, drivers, guards, gardeners, and even the damn chef, had been lined up randomly and forced to sit at the long table with their hands held out on the wood.They were all made to submit their phones and no one was allowed to communicate with each other. There was a heavy and suffocating silence broken only by the sharp click of Adrian’s shoes as he walked on the marble floor “Someone knew my schedule,” he said. His voice was quiet, but it cut through the room like a blade. “Someone knew I was supposed to be in that car.”No one moved or said anything. It was as if they were all afraid even to breathe. Knowing Adrian, they knew not to compose themselves to not be in danger of being shot dead even if innocent.He didn’t raise his voice; he didn’t need to. His presence and demeanor alone were enough to instill fear in them.Adrian stopped behind the chair of the head mecha
“Shit, Adrian.” Marco’s voice broke the silence. He had just ordered one of the men to gather everyone within the estate and while they waited, it struck Marco they had forgotten something in the whole frenzy of the situation.There was still business to be dealt with, even with Viktor’s death hanging heavy in the air “What about the Russians?” Marco asked. “ We were almost on our way to meet them,” he said with furrowed brows.Adrian glanced at the clock, and when he realized the time, his frustration skyrocketed. His mind was still spinning from the explosion and Viktor’s sudden death that came with it. It was hard enough trying to process everything so it made sense the Russians were the last thing on his mind. He let out a curse under his breath. He hadn’t even left the estate to make it to the fucking meeting. The chopper he was in had barely made it into the midair when the loud bang tore through the air.“Fuck,” Adrian muttered. He picked up his phone which he hadn’t looked
“You keep kissing me like that,” Dmitri muttered against her mouth, voice rough with a sleepy edge, “and I stay in bed all fucking day.”It was morning in Milan, in Dmitri’s mansion. They had both just woken up to the rays of light streaming into Dmitri’s gigantic room, after a night of passion between them. Rhea smirked, with her breath warm on his skin. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”He smiled and held up her chin, looked into her eyes, and kissed her again, this time slow enough to savor every inch of her mouth. Rhea sat up from the bed to reach him, she returned his kisses, hers was accompanied with light moans.She moaned into his mouth as she compulsively ran her fingers through his hair. He cupped one of her breasts into his hand and fiddled with the taut nipple. He felt her body twitch in response so he pulled away from her lips gently and engulfed her full breast into his mouth. Rhea’s breast was fuller and rounder because of her pregnancy, so it made a better sexu
The estate was crawling with police, fire trucks, and forensics teams. Yellow caution tape was wrapped around where the blast occurred.The blackened remains of the SUV sat at the center of it all, a grim reminder of what had happened.The estate was usually silent and a no-go-area was now crawling with outside eyes.Marco was standing just beyond the perimeter when a black car went through the security and pulled up into the compound.The moment the car stopped, the driver’s door opened and out stepped Inspector Nicola Galli, adjusting the badge around his neck. No one had expected Galli to show up especially since he was someone who had threatened constantly to bring them down.Marco’s eyes narrowed at the sight of him. No one had the energy or the time to engage him at the moment.“Turn around, Inspector,” Marco said sharply, intercepting him near the walkway. “You’re not needed here.”Galli didn’t stop walking. “Good to see you too. I’m Inspector Galli,” he said, showing his badg
CHAPTER 67The blast ripped through the compound like a scream from hell.The ground shook violently, and a wave of heat slammed against the helicopter just as its tires lifted off the ground. The blades staggered, slicing through smoke and debris, jolting the entire helicopter sideways in midair.For a second, it felt like the whole world tilted.Adrian’s body jerked with the force. He grabbed the overhead strap, his heart pounding, and his ears ringing with a high-pitched whine that drowned out all other sounds. Across from him, Marco yelled something, but Adrian couldn’t hear it. His vision was blurred from and his lungs were burning with the smell of fire, diesel, and scorched flesh.Outside the window, flames engulfed what used to be the Vitale convoy.Black smoke twisted up into the sky like a signal flare of death.Adrian looked down from the helicopter and saw the fire emanating from where the cars were.“No!” he shouted, finally finding his voice.“LAND THE FUCKING CHOPPER
Sixty-forty?” Marco’s voice was sharp. “These sons of bitches have lost their fucking minds.”As the late afternoon light filtered through the windows of the meeting room, the Vitales were gathered in their usual spotThe massive mahogany table in the middle of the room was covered in papers, contracts, and business proposals. Adrian, Luca, their father Viktor, and the ever-present right-hand man Marco were seated, each with their thoughts.Today’s agenda was business, as it often was.A deal was on the table with a Russian mafia group operating in Italy. The group needed the Vitale empire’s extensive network to launder their illicit money. The Russians didn’t own businesses or have the necessary channels to make their dirty money flow cleanly through the system. That was where the Vitale family came in.Adrian’s Ukrainian contact had brokered the deal, bringing the Russians to their door, making it a huge win for the family business. The Vitales controlled a lot of real estate,