MATEO The headache was unbearable. My temples throbbed, and every sound on this blasted yacht felt like nails being hammered into my skull. It was all because of insomnia—I hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in weeks. To make it worse, every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. The stripper who’d drugged me and stolen my cross necklace, along with... other things. I couldn’t stand the humiliation. Me, Mateo De Luca, the head of the Sicilian mafia, was fooled like a common man? Every time I thought about it, I couldn't help but feel anger boiling inside me. The worst part? That stolen cross—the most precious thing to me, the same I hadn’t seen in months—could’ve been used for something else. It might have been sold, who knows? Probably to father a child.My fists clenched as I shoved those thoughts away, forcing myself to focus. My men had just finished their report. The clinic where this all began? Empty. Abandoned. Whoever had done this was careful, too careful to be seen. Even at t
Last Updated : 2025-01-09 Read more