“You should have killed that son of a bitch, fratello.” Luca said to Adrian, taking a drag from the cigarette he had in his right hand. He was the one driving them home in his black Aston Martin.Adrian was seated in the passenger seat next to his brother. He didn’t want to sit near Rhea, who was behind them.He was angry at her for making him stop and also angry at himself for listening to her.Why didn’t he kill that motherfucker? It’s not like he couldn’t have gotten away with it.Who would dare stand as a witness against him in the court of law, and which police officer would even dare to place handcuffs on him?Uggghh! He thought to himself as he clenched his fists in anger. His knuckles were bruised but the pain he felt was nothing compared to the regret of not finishing the man who dared touch what belonged to himMeanwhile behind them, Rhea’s pulse was going erratic, and her mind was spinning from everything that transpired. If only Tomasso, as he called himself, had listened
“Damn it… “ Adrian mumbled under his breath before he pulled Rhea off his lap, gently but firmly.Rhea’s hand lingered a bit on his chest because she was reluctant to break the connection, but she could feel his body tense up. So she got up from his lap and stood in front of him, studying him.She didn’t see the name on the call screen, but she could see him shift from the tender man who was just kissing her passionately into the ruthless person he was when business called.“Father,” Adrian greeted with a firm voice. That's when Rhea recognized the person on the other end of the line. But why did Adrian’s personality have to change so much upon seeing his father’s call? She thought to herselfVictor’s voice was calm as always with an underlying tone of authority. “I’m coming back to Italy tomorrow with.”Adrian’s grip tightened around the phone. “Why, Father?” He asked, but he knew already.“Because you still haven’t taken care of the man responsible for the ambush. This mess you hav
The tension in the Vitale mansion was thick, like you could even cut it with a knife. Victor’s arrival had already set everyone on edge. Rhea could feel the weight of it all as she quietly moved around the house; her thoughts were constantly racing.When Adrian was in the meeting with his father, discussing the failed ambush and their inability to get answers, Rhea’s mind was preoccupied with one thought.Dante.Yes, she had already sent him enough information to devastate Adrian’s world, but now, in the light of everything that has happened between her and Adrian, she could feel her own heart twisting in guilt.It wasn’t as if she cared about the Vitale empire as a whole, no. It was just AdrianShe feared the consequences of the attack Dante was planning. If it succeeded, Adrian would be further humiliated, and his father would undoubtedly take over, stripping him of everything he had worked for. The thought made her stomach turn.Sitting in her room later that night, she couldn’t sh
“Your shipment coming in tonight will be ambushed. Move quickly, or you’ll lose it all. - An insider.Adrian’s eyes narrowed. His heart was pounding. The message had been sent anonymously, and there was no sign of who had written it. Yet, there was an urgency in the words. This was no joke. Whoever sent it knew something.Without hesitation, he called Marco’s attention to it. He couldn’t risk underestimating the threat, even if he didn’t know who had sent the warning. It could have been a ruse, but in his line of work, ignoring any warning, no matter how cryptic, was a mistake he couldn’t afford.“Is this real?” Marco asked.“Has to be; our shipment arrives at 11pm,” Adrian replied sharply. He checked his time, and it was 7pm ish.“We’re now headed to the yard, Marco.” “Yes, boss.”Adrian quickly dialed Luca “Drive to the shipping yard at Palermo. I want full surveillance and every man we can spare. Just got word about an attack. We’re not taking any chances.”He knew they would get
Adrian and his men stood over the bodies of the Bianchi impostors; he was still holding on to his gun. The scent of blood and gunpowder was still in the air in the shipment yard. This attack on his shipment was a direct provocation. He wasn’t going to go back and then plan his retaliation; he was going to hit them that night, and the next day he would kill the Bianchis.They wanted war. They had better be ready for him.As soon as his men secured the cargo and everything was in place, he addressed his men.“The Bianchi family sent their men to hijack our fucking shipment.” He looked at them with blood in his eyes and then continued. “They are not expecting us to hit back because this was supposed to happen without us knowing.”“Therefore, we hit them tonight. We burn everything they own.”His men were nodding in affirmation as he spoke.The Bianchis would learn what it meant to cross the Vitales.So as the city slept, Adrian’s men mobilized. Marco, who was the chief enforcer, split th
That morning, Selene stormed into her family’s estate, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floors. She was visibly furious. She was her father, Ricardo Bianchi’s only child and thus the heir to the Bianchi empire. But her father had always wanted a son to inherit his empire. Even though Selene had always proved herself capable. She assumed that her father’s protégé, Alessandro, who now seemed like family (a son to his father and a brother to Selene), had advised him wrongly to attack the Vitale.She walked into them in his study.“What the hell did you guys do?” she asked furiously Ricardo barely lifted his gaze. “Good morning to you too, Selene.”“Don’t bullshit me. Our businesses were set on fire. Our men were gunned down. Il Paradiso is under Vitale control. What. Did. You. Do?”Alessandro sighed. “Relax, sorellina. Maybe Adrian finally lost it. He would definitely regret his actions.”“So, you’re telling me you had nothing to do with this? That Adrian just decided to o
“Who would be stupid enough to go behind my back?” Selena asked in disbelief.She knew that even though her father had his favorite, when big decisions were to be made, she was always in the know because ultimately she was going to inherit the empire.“Maybe you are not in control as you think, Selene.” Marco chipped inRhea, who had slipped out of bed immediately after Adrian left the room, pressed herself against the wall. She hid in the shadows at the top of the grand staircase. And from her vantage point, she had a clear view of Adrian and Selene in the middle of the hall below.She could see that Selene was furious; her chest was rising and falling as she glared at Adrian.Rhea frowned, listening carefully. She wasn’t sure what she was hearingShe knew exactly who was responsible for the attack. Dante.So why weren’t they talking about him?Why were the Bianchis in the picture at all?What was the connection?Her mind raced.Could Dante and Ricardo Bianchi have been working toget
Victor, Adrian, and Luca were all seated in their expansive living room, drinking whiskey and smoking rich cigars. Marco was standing by the side, with his watchful eyes scanning the room as usualVictor Vitale leaned back in his leather chair; the pride in his eyes was unmistakable. He was obviously satisfied with the way Adrian had carried out the revenge on the Bianchis last night without hesitating.As far as he was concerned, it showed power and ruthlessness.No one was to mess with the Vitales.Even though he wasn’t the type to cuddle any of his sons, but with Adrian being the first and his favorite, he always had a way of showing it.“That’s how a mafioso handles business,” he said, his voice steady but filled with approval. “Swift, decisive, no hesitation. You’ve done well, Adrian.”Adrian nodded; he was happy because with this occurrence, his father’s threat of stepping back in as the leader of the family was now pushed behind.Victor glanced briefly at Luca, his younger son,
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,