“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
“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
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
“Say my name!” “Adrian!”, the woman screamed“You know what? Today is your lucky day, so tell me exactly how you want me.” Adrian said to her amidst playing with her clit, teasing and rubbing it as she moanedWith lightning speed, he pulled his fingers and inserted them into her wet pussy. She wasn’t expecting that, so she screamed.“Adrian, I want…” she moaned. She was already on edge as he fucked her intensely with his digits. She couldn’t say anything else but his name. She couldn’t even bring herself to make demands. He only stopped finger-fucking her when he saw her cum on his fingers. She was spent.“I’m gonna fuck you hard. This is just the beginning, so brace yourself, you whore.” Before she could reply, he pulled her closer to his face and buried his face in her chest. He latched his lips around her swollen nipples, which, in his opinion, had been calling out to him.He suckled on her breasts in fierce tugs like a hungry child on his mother’s breasts while his fingers hover
“You expect me to marry him?”Rhea’s voice sliced through the dimly lit study, filled with the heavy scent of cigar smoke. Her father, Enrico Moretti, sat behind his grand polished desk, exuding authority as he observed her outburst with cold detachment. Across from him, Dante leaned against the bar, arms crossed, watching her with something close to amusement.“Lower your voice, Rhea,” Dante murmured. “Unless you want the whole damn house to hear you.”“I don’t care who hears me!” she snapped, pacing in front of them. “You can’t seriously think I’m going to marry Adrian Vitale.”“As in, Adrian, the son and successor of our family’s biggest rival?”Enrico exhaled, rubbing his temples as if her anger was nothing more than an inconvenience. “You will do as you’re told.”Rhea let out a bitter laugh. “I knew you were ruthless, Father, but this? Selling me off like a—”“Enough,” Enrico cut her off sharply, his deep voice laced with finality. “This is not about marriage. This is about war.”
Rhea had experienced a turbulent two weeks. Her father had ordered her to infiltrate the Vitale family under the guise of marriage, claiming it was the only way to finally bring them down. And now the wedding day she dreaded was finally here.Rhea stood before the full-length mirror in the bridal suite, the silk of her wedding dress cascading around her beautiful, shapely body. It was an exquisite creation, hand-stitched lace framing her delicate shoulders, the fitted bodice hugging her form before spilling into an ethereal train. A vision of perfection. A vision of a dutiful bride.But inside, she was suffocating. A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts.Izzy came into the room and stood beside her, adjusting the delicate diamond tiara placed on Rhea’s rich, curly brown hair. “You look… breathtaking,” she murmured, but there was sadness in her voice.Rhea’s lips curved into a hollow smile. “Isn’t that the point?”Izzy’s grip tightened on Rhea’s hand. “You don’t have to go
The Vitale estate home was everything one would expect from mafia royalty. Deep in the countryside of Italy, it was more of a kingdom than a home. It was also a fortress, as there were security cameras, armed guards, and reinforced gates to ensure no one left or entered without permission.The giant mansion itself was a symbol of old money with an Italian Renaissance theme. Inside the house, opulence dripped from every corner. Long, heavy crystal chandeliers adorned the ceilings, and centuries-old paintings hung on the walls.“Welcome to the family, Rhea.” Luca, Adrian’s brother, smiled, easygoing, warm, like this wasn’t the worst day of her life. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”Rhea matched his expression with one of her own—soft, almost grateful. “Thank you. That means a lot.”Luca tilted his head, studying her. “Are you nervous?”She let out a careful breath. “Wouldn’t any woman be, in my position?”Luca chuckled. “True. My brother can be… intense.”A warning. Subtle
“Fuuuuck me, Adrian!”Selene screamed out in ecstasy as she experienced a wave of pleasure surge through her bones. This was her fourth orgasm that morning.Adrian had her hands pinned up against the headboard as he slammed into her pussy continuously. He knew she liked it rough; they all did, and he was a master at this game.He pulled out from her vagina, pulled her up from her back, and turned her back to face him. He replaced his cock with his fingers and pleasured her while she screamed to the high heavens. She could not take it anymore. She wanted relief, but far be it from her to tell Adrian Vitale to stop. Aside from being a mafia underboss, he had the best dick game in town.She knew what to do. It was her turn to give back, so she faced him, bent down, and put her mouth to work. She took in his whole dick in her mouth, stroking and swirling her tongue on the tip of his huge dick.Every now and then, she would glance up at him to ensure her focus was precise. Adrian had his
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,