Chapter 11

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• Falling For The Father   Chapter 44

  “I need to see your warrant,” Vincenzo said coolly, his hand extended, demanding proper procedure.One of the officers held up the warrant for Vincenzo to see. “Dead bodies found two blocks from here. Three of the men were linked to your name. We also received a tip-off about narcotics being hidden in this house.”Vincenzo’s jaw tightened. “There are no drugs here,” he stated, his voice firm.“Then you won’t mind if we search,” the officer said, a slight challenge in his tone.Daisy, still in her robe, stood just behind Vincenzo. She watched as his hand subtly reached for the gun tucked into his waistband.Her heart jumped. She stepped forward quickly.“Don’t,” she whispered, taking his hand firmly, stopping his movement.He looked at her, surprised by her intervention.“If you pull that, they’ll shoot,” she warned, her eyes pleading with him, begging him not to escalate the situation. “Please.”He slowly released his grip on the gun, acknowledging her warning.Officers then swept thr

• Falling For The Father   Chapter 43

  They ended up in a back hallway, a narrow space usually used only for maintenance or deliveries. Marco folded his arms, leaning against the cold concrete wall. “You didn’t hear it from me,” he said, his voice low. “Understood,” Daisy replied, her voice firm, promising secrecy. “Four of our guys were killed today,” Marco revealed. “And one of his shipments was busted. The Russians were expecting those products, and now they’re gone. This is the first time something like this has happened on Vincenzo’s watch.” Daisy blinked, her mind struggling to process the information. “Wait, killed? Like… murdered?” Marco nodded grimly. “Yes. It was a message. A clear warning to Vincenzo.” Daisy’s stomach flipped, a wave of nausea washing over her. “Do you know who did it?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. “If only it were that simple,” Marco muttered. “Don Marino has made enemies in every corner of the city. He’s got a long list of people who hate him. Even your father’s name comes up…

• Falling For The Father   Chapter 42

  Vincenzo stood at the tall window of his study, looking out, his back to the room. The heavy wooden doors of the study creaked open slowly. Vittorio walked in first, his face tense. Behind him, two men followed, both armed, their presence adding to the seriousness of the situation. Marco came last, his jaw tight with worry and unease.Vincenzo didn’t turn around right away. The room was silent except for the soft sounds of the men entering. It wasn’t until Vittorio’s voice broke the silence that Vincenzo finally moved.“You’re late,” Vincenzo said, his voice flat, a clear sign of his displeasure. He didn’t need to see Vittorio to know he was there.“Don… we hit an issue,” Vittorio stammered, using the respectful title, his voice showing stress.“What’s in the bag?” Vincenzo asked, cutting him off, his voice calm but sharp. He already had a bad feeling, already knew he wouldn’t like the answer. The "bag" implied something that shouldn't be there.“We were supposed to take this to the w

• Falling For The Father   Chapter 41

  Daisy POVArianna hesitated for half a second, her eyes flickering with something unreadable. Then, she turned and quietly made her way back towards the kitchen.When I turned around, I found Vincenzo watching me… his phone forgotten, his eyes were gleaming with a knowing glint, an amusement I couldn't quite decipher.“What?” I asked, arching an eyebrow, trying to appear unfazed, though my heart was still thumping.He stepped closer, slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me towards him, firmly, until our bodies were completely touching.“I just realized how sexy you look when you take control.” His voice was low, laced with a little teasing and a hint of admiration. “For a moment I thought you were jealous.”I rolled my eyes, pretending to be annoyed, but a genuine smile tugged at the corners of my lips. “Whatever.”But my cheeks burned, a warm flush spreading across my face. I didn’t even try to deny what he said.I walked ahead of him towards the front door, my chin held high. M

• Falling For The Father   Chapter 40

  Daisy’s POV It’s been a week since she moved in. Arianna. She has this delicate presence… the kind that makes people want to protect her, to shield her from the world. All soft steps and whispery responses, always lowering her lashes like the world’s just too bright for her fragile self. I might have believed it too, if I hadn’t caught the look in her eyes when she thought no one was watching. It was the kind of look that lingers a second too long on a man who isn’t hers. It’s a look that holds a clear message. The kind of look that says she wants him. And not just want. It’s worse than that. It says she intends to have him. But Vincenzo is mine. I know how that sounds. It probably sounds very possessive, maybe even a little bit crazy. Borderline insane, as people would say. But it’s the honest truth, and I won’t say sorry for it. I don’t care what anyone thinks about it. Not him. Not her. Not even myself on more rational days. He’s mine. Whatever this complicated thing is bet

• Falling For The Father   Chapter 39

  She frowned. This was unusual. The maids in Vincenzo’s house were always quiet, always discreet. They never gossiped like this, certainly not where anyone could hear them. They were too professional, too disciplined.She paused near the elegant archway to the east hall, listening, trying to make sense of the strange atmosphere. She caught a few words.“…the new maid he brought back…”“…so young…”“…I think she’s a bit older than ma’am daisy…”“…didn’t expect the boss to bring in someone else so soon…”“…maybe she’s really just a charity case…”Her brow furrowed deeper. A "new maid"? The words puzzled her, stirring a faint sense of unease.Daisy made her way directly to the kitchen. She knew she’d get answers there, and from the one person who never sugarcoated anything, who always spoke her mind, even to Vincenzo himself.Maria.As expected, the housekeeper was there. She stood beside the large counter, a clipboard clutched firmly in one hand, her usual no-nonsense expression firmly i