{CARA'S POV}**I slip out of the room as quietly as possible, though my movements are deliberate and cautious. The place is silent. Everyone is deep in sleep. The darkness is swallowing everything whole. There’s a heavy weight on my shoulders, a feeling. It's a feeling that something.. or someone.. is watching, waiting for me to slip up. I stop by the dining table, glancing around. My pulse quicken. And there she is. Madre Padrina.She doesn’t say a word. Just watches me. Her eyes carry the kind of weight that makes my insides tighten. There’s a knowledge there, a wisdom… or maybe just the weight of secrets I’m not privy to yet. I brace myself, ready for whatever’s coming. But instead of questioning me right away, she simply speaks.“You’re going out, I see.” Her voice is calm and smooth like she’s asking about something as casual as the weather. But I know it’s a test. It always is
{CARA'S POV}**“I beg you, Edmondo. Please. Please have mercy.”I’m on my knees. Begging. “Please, Edmondo, I beg you.. don’t, don’t do this,” The words tumble out, desperate, weak. But I can’t stop myself. I feel the cold floor beneath me and I inhale the smell of urine spoiling in the air; Pietro’s piss, I’m sure of it. He must have pissed on himself out of fear.He’s standing there. Edmondo. His shadow is long and dark behind him, cutting through the dim light. I can feel the heat radiating from him. It's a smoldering, red-hot anger curling around us. I don’t know how much longer Pietro’s going to last under Edmondo’s gun. The barrel’s pressed against his head, and I can practically hear the blood pumping in Pietro’s temples. One wrong move. One slip from me. And I’m sure Edmondo would pull the trigger, ending him right here. I don’t think he’s bluffing. I’ve seen it be
{EDMONDO'S POV}**I’m sitting in my study, my eyes fixed on the computer screen, but my mind is elsewhere. The hallway is quiet, lit only by the dim light flickering from above. The silence makes everything feel worse. Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle from the rooms nearby is sharp against the stillness.And then I see her. Cara.She comes out of my room. Completely naked. As I had commanded. It's just her damn fiery red hair cascading down her back that she has on. My breath hitches in my chest.But I don't let it show. I sit back in my chair, staring at her for a long moment from my computer. She doesn’t know I’m watching, but I am. And there’s something about that; her walking out like she owns the damn place… it pisses me off and gets me turned on at the same time.I stand up slowly.I walk toward the door of my study. My footsteps are soundless like
{EDMONDO'S POV}**I don't know whether to laugh or fucking snap. Out of the three men in the room, two have their heads down, too scared to even look up. The third? He’s foolish. He's just staring at my Cara. His eyes are glued to my Cara's curves like she’s some damn piece of meat for him. I see the way he’s ogling my Cara: her ass, her breasts. It's disgusting. And pissing me off. That's it. I’ll be needing his two eyeballs after I’m done with Cara since he can't fucking keep it to himself. I won’t kill him, no. He’ll still be alive, but those pretty little eyes of his will be gone. They’ll be put out for free donation. But for now, I push the thoughts away. Cara with her body shaking, walks in, head down. I see the tremble in her. Probably from watching me become the monster, the devil she never thought I could be. Maybe I’ve scared her. Doesn’t matter still.
{CARA'S POV} * * Before I can process his command, my body obliges. Next, Edmondo is kissing me before the three guys who stood just by the door. His kisses are slow and deep. Hot and electrifying. Better than the kiss with Pietro. Best. He's savoring me through my lips. And it's turning me on. My body is straining against the table in between us. Yet, my hands reach out and grab his shirt. I feel a want… or is it a need? I don't know. All I know is that I want to feel his body against mine. “Genziana,” I find myself whispering for no reason at all. I don't even know what the word means or is. Oh, yeah. Mio Dio. It's the drink I sipped, or gulped from Edmondo's cellar. It's a tiny alcohol cellar and it's beautiful. Ugh, blrr… Everything seems to be slow. I’m feeling the alcohol and the courage is pushing me to speed thi
{CARA'S POV}**"Let’s fuck, Cara,” he says. No. He orders in a low, calm way as he reaches both hands up to my chest. His left hand cups my breast. The other reaches underneath, where my scars are to trace it. His voice is gravely cold and full of desire. “I'd make you two promises. One, I won't fuck hurt you but I won't hold back either. Two, you'd scream so loud, every damn soul in this estate would find it hard to sleep after your scream must have awakened them.” My mind spins. The spinning has quite little to do with the alcohol and a lot more to do with knowing he is in total control of me and what happens next. I’ve never trusted a man with total control aside from Edmondo. Now, fear isn't even involved. Hey, now if we're talking about the ‘nevers’; I've never had sex before. Ha! And then again I’ve never been tied to a coat rack either.
{CARA'S POV} * * “It’s Cum, Cara. And I know you liked that you let it out on my face.” He reaches up with one hand and works on the knot binding my hands while his other hand works on me. As soon as I feel my hands free they’re shamelessly on his belt, unbuckling and pulling it out of the way. Bitchy Me. Mio Dio. I don't know where it comes from but now I start to imagine having his manhood in my mouth. And that stupid thought makes me seem… frustrated. It's the magazine. Agata's magazine. She'd brought it one of the days she came to stay over at my place. Papà never lets us touch those stuff. In fact, anything girly, anything that gives us the impression that we are girls… he made sure we never got that. One time I had gone to stay with them for a week in the estate, I got to find out my sisters used sanitary pads secretly. He never got those for them
{CARA'S POV}**My body is still trembling from the sex rounds. My mind is a whirlwind of emotions. We've gone four rounds and it's almost a bright morning. The alcohol did help. The courage, the stamina… and now, I'm finally coming down to my weak self. My eyes are clear now.Mio Dio.I don't know how it got to this point, how I ended up in his bed, tangled in his sheets, my body humming with a strange mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. What I do know is that the night started in chaos. But now... now I feel warm. Safe. Happy, even.I shouldn’t be happy. Pietro is suffering because of me. Edmondo made it clear what he did to Pietro. But despite everything, I can’t deny the fire Edmondo has ignited within me.He’s lying next to me, his eyes closed, his breathing steady, like nothing ever disturbs him. He’s carved from stone, I swear. This man is so cold and unyieldingly forceful… yet when his h
{EDMONDO'S POV}**She’s fucking stupid. No, scratch that. She’s beyond fucking stupid.Her foolishness isn’t just her problem anymore; it’s mine now. She’s dragging me down into the same bottomless pit of idiocy she’s dancing around in, blind and blissful.She doesn’t even know half the goddamn truth, and here she is, batting her lashes, giving me those lovesick stares like this is some fairy tale. What does she think this is? Some kind of happy-ever-after bullshit?She has no fucking clue about her father’s state. She doesn’t know the blood I’ve spilled, the threats I’ve made, or the monsters I’ve provoked to protect her. How the hell is she going to react when she finds out?Fuck.She’s a nobody.A nobody living under my roof, eating my food, and breathing my air. And now she thinks she has the audacity to fall for me? Showering me with those pathetic glances, hoping I’ll look at her like she’s something
{EDMONDO'S POV}**The streets are quiet at this hour. The kind of quiet that only comes when the night is almost dead and dawn hasn’t yet begun to stir. It’s 3 a.m., maybe 4. This is when the filth of Trento starts crawling back to their holes. Thieves, burglars, scavengers; they think they’re safe now, that no one is watching. But in this city, I see everything.Most of the thieves in Trento work under me. They know the rules: take what I allow, stay in the shadows, and never cross me. But every now and then, there’s a rat. A cocky bastard who thinks they can steal without paying their dues. And rats? They don’t get warnings. They get pain. A long, bloody lesson before the end.I light a cigarette, leaning against the doorway of my estate. The smoke curls around my face. I’m not just stepping out for fresh air; I’m going hunting. Not for deer or rabbits. No, I’m hunting a man tonight.
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