As days went by, Rhea tried to remember who she was.She would close her eyes and try to chase shadows in her mind. There were no faces, or names, or places she could remember. The only thing she remembered was slipping into the river, feeling cold and her body sinking into the darkness.Her entire mind was blank; it was like if her mind and memories was a painting of different colours and then someone painted over it with a thick brush of black.Her whole body still ached, and her chest was still heavy from where she was shot, but at least she was breathing better now. She was finally able to move around the cottage house by the river.One of those evenings, she came outside and sat on a wooden bench just outside the house, her shoulders still wrapped around with a thick, long cloth. As she sat there, the breeze from the water carried the scent of salt and distant memories.She watched the sunset, and this was usually the time that Pietro, the fisherman who had saved her life, would
That night, Rhea’s dream was quite vivid.She had decided to stop trying to force her memories, but there was nothing forced about that night’s dream. It was different.In her dream, the world around her was different, more modern and sophisticated. The environment and the house she found herself in oozed of wealth and power. She was standing in a lush, floral garden in the big compound, caressing the flowers and smelling them.And then she lifted her face from the bunch of rose flowers she was smelling and turned around; that was when she saw him.He was a tall, handsome man with striking features. Jet black hair that was sleeked back in an effortless manner, icy blue eyes that stared directly into her soul and a well-defined muscular structure.She couldn't tell who he was, but she could feel the connection between them like a magnet. It was undeniable, and she could sense him longing for her and vice versa. He was a part of her and it felt like they had known each other forever.He
Adrian was seated in his office, which is located in the city. He had just spent the whole day in meetings and speaking with business partners.Some needed an extra level of convincing that things were back to normal and that their businesses and investments were safe with the Vitales, and Adrian did a good job at that.His icy blue eyes were lost in thoughts; his mind drifted off to Rhea, and the ache he felt in his chest today was still as heavy as the day he found out about the betrayal and everything that followed it.Luca came into the office, and shortly after, Marco entered.Adrian didn’t look up yet as he flipped through some documents on his table before finally speaking.“Any news about the fucking Bianchis?” Adrian asked, still with his face buried in the documents.“Quiet. Almost too quiet,” replied Marco.Adrian looked up, his eyes narrowing. “I don’t like quiet. It means they are planning something. What are they playing at?”Marco exchanged a quick glance with Luca, who
When Adrian entered the casino , a lot of eyes turned to him. He was the almighty Vitale, of course. Even some smaller mafia family members in attendance recognised the arrival of a larger player, therefore knowing they were no longer in charge. The casino was alive with energy, and the lights shone and sparkled very brightly. People were everywhere, laughing, talking, and shouting. You could also hear loud shouts of joy from people that had just won big.The crowd was mixed with well-dressed men and beautiful women dressed beautifully. Waitresses were carrying drinks around with smiles on their faces and engaging customers.Flanked by two of his men, he made his way towards the VIP section. Here, only the rich who were willing to gamble with hundreds of thousands of dollars were allowed to play. There was no room for bargainers or low-level gamblers. When he got to the VIP section, he joined the men there playing a game of poker. Chips were stacked in front of them, indicating the
“Fine. But don’t think for one second this changes anything.” Selene said, rolling her eyes. Adrian’s smirk didn’t fade. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”“There’s an extra catch to the fun we having tonight.” Selene looked up at him with delight. “What?”Adrian leaned in closer, his lips almost grazing her ear as he whispered, “I want another girl.”Selene pulled back slightly, her eyes narrowing as she processed Adrian’s words.Her lips curled into a tiny smile. She wanted his dick inside her, but she was equally down for some extra fun; after all, she was a bad girl. But why didn’t Adrian want just her?“A threesome, then?” She asked, a mix of bitterness and amusement in her voice.Adrian gave a slight nod, his smirk very noticeable. “Exactly. One that you won’t forget.”The idea wasn’t foreign to her; she knew exactly what he was capable of. She smiled. “Well, if that’s the case, I’m choosing.”Adrian slapped her butt lightly.“Hahaha….. I’m gonna have to trust your judgement, Selene.”
Adrian and the ladies made their way to the luxury suite that was always reserved for him in the hotel section of the casino.When they got to the suite, the bucket of champagne bottles he had ordered prior was already waiting for them on the table that was at the center of the room. “Mmmmhhh… Champagne,” the blonde said with excited eyes. “I told you tonight was for fun.” Adrian said as he picked up one bottle from the bunch and opened it. Selene at the other end of the room smiled. She was already tipsy from all the whisky she had consumed at the casino.More champagne couldn’t hurt.He poured the drink into glasses for them, and they both picked it up and gulped from it. While still savouring the rich taste of the drink, Adrian pushed the blonde against the wall in a dominating manner. He studied her face, and the next thing, he tore her dress from the middle. The two ladies gasped at the display of strength. Adrian smirked while still pinning her against the wall. And then
When Adrian woke up the next morning at the sight of dawn, his body ached with exhaustion. The pleasure he had indulged in last night was necessary at that time; it was a means for him to escape the only thought that had been on his mind. But now that he was awake in the cold and quiet morning after, the heartache crept back in. He always tried to deny it, but his feelings for Rhea seemed to be growing stronger in the wake of her death. It felt sharper and more suffocating.His eyes flickered over to the bed where both Selene’s and the blonde girl’s bodies were sprawled out on the bed, naked.He held back nothing in their sexual activities last night, and even as they slept on this morning, he could see the satisfaction and tiredness on their faces. He wasn’t called Adrian Vitale, the masterfucker, for nothing.He sighed and then swung his legs off the bed, his feet hitting the cold floor of his luxury suite. The reality of the scenario settled on his chest again. None of these m
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
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,