Forbidden Touch

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• TANGLED LOYALTIES:BOUND BY VENGEANCE   Deludes grieving solution

  ANTONIO'S POV.I steered in my seat uncomfortably, my eyes lingering in the direction where Luca sat, laptop on the island, a glass of martini in hand, dressed in sweatpants hanging barely above his hip, shirtless.“I know you are worried about him, baby, but please don’t gawk like that, it makes me pretty insecure,” Macini's voice called out behind me as he dropped a casual kiss on the bridge of my nose, sinking into the couch with me.Dragging out a long sigh, I turned my face in sync with his, smiling, although it hadn't reached my eyes.“How was work?” I asked, earning a scoff from him. He hated working. These days, he’d been left to cover a lot of ground. Although Luca had been covering the paperwork from home, Macini had been doing every bit of fieldwork, covering both his base and that of Luca's.Five months gone, and he'd still kept the same facade on. Luca had broken apart the first week—crying and fussing, not eating a thing but feeding his poor liver drink after drink. And

• TANGLED LOYALTIES:BOUND BY VENGEANCE   Oblivion

  DIEGO'S POV.“That will be all for today,” I spoke, rising to my feet, adjusting the cufflinks on the arms of my shirt. I'd seen the awkward gazes my brothers passed at me.Being the first son, I headed the meetings, scarcely but on important days alone, but today was different. They all knew it, but none of them had bothered to speak, rather than pass lingeeing gazes at me, irritating me to the core.“You seem to be in haste. Anywhere important you'd like to tell us about?” Dante asked, smiling up at me. Dante, as the second son, was five years younger than I was. Somehow, our parents had been smart to keep a four-year gap between everyone except Dante and me. He was thirty-eight, and then it came down to our third brother, Enzo, and then finally Nico, right before our final sibling, Sofia. None of us had expected ours to get all horny, especially not by giving my sister and me an age gap of a solid twenty years.“None of your business, Dante, and you've been keeping quite the tabs o

• TANGLED LOYALTIES:BOUND BY VENGEANCE   End of us

  LUCA'S POV.A full -blown day of radio silence. Now I was getting edgy. Isabella was everything but soft, and I doubted she had decided to storm off into the middle of nowhere without telling me. Okay, I take it back—it wouldn’t be the first time she’s done something like that. But not now, not in a situation like this. We’d started over, and I just had to ruin it. “Antonio?” I spoke through the phone, biting into my lower lip, knowing for certain he’d chew my head off for fighting with her… again. At times, I wondered if he and Mancini ever fought. I barely saw Mancini anymore—he’d been busy with business, and with the Feds sniffing around, things had to be very discreet. But each time he called Antonio and I was around, he was always speaking of dirty, down-to-earth, nasty sexual things. Shoving the thought from my mind, I steered my attention back to the conversation on the phone. “What is it, Luca? It’s ten at night… don’t you ever sleep?” he asked, groaning, and I knew

• TANGLED LOYALTIES:BOUND BY VENGEANCE   Things fall apart

  ISABELLA'S POV"Luca, get off him! Now!" I screamed again, yanking him by the arm. His fist stopped midway into the air as he yanked himself up from Ciro, who now had a bloodied face, both panting heavily."The fuck is wrong with you? He's your brother," I complained, but a quick snort eased off Lucas' lips."He is, but he's making out with you. We fought last night, and suddenly, you are here with my twin, both of you eating each other's faces. Then you tell me not to call you a fucking whore who fucked Diego? Tell that lie to yourself.""Enough, Luca. I took all your blows, didn't I? And you can hit me again. I was the one who had forced the shit on her, but you wouldn't talk to her like that," Ciro retorted, grinding his teeth together as his jaw ticked in anger, earning a dark, low yet mischievous chuckle from Luca."Or what, Ciro? What would you do if I fucking speak like this or in any other way? She's mine… not yours, now is she? Do I have to bend her over this fucking desk and

• TANGLED LOYALTIES:BOUND BY VENGEANCE   Broken hearts

  ISABELLA'S POV.One thing was clear to me—whatever love I had for Luca, it needed to get drowned, locked away, and tossed into the ocean. Whatever growing feelings I had developed for Ciro, it needed to be forgotten.I'd be gone—or maybe not.But I knew the chances were slim. People fought it, some made it back, some died—and guessing my luck in life, the latter would come after. Which was why I needed to set certain things in motion.Time had come to plan an end for me. The unknown was far worse, but Matteo meant the world to me. And when I'm gone, long forgotten, would he be safe with the Riccis? Would Luca still treat him like a brother? Like a son?Would Ciro watch out for me?Those were the thoughts I had harbored the entire night. I'd woken twice to nightmares, yet I knew what the answer was. Things wouldn’t be the same when I was gone, which was why Diego was the safest option.Sofia would birth a child, but she’d always carry the Vladimirs’ name. And Matteo might be a Ricci un

• TANGLED LOYALTIES:BOUND BY VENGEANCE   Crack In the Mask

  LUCA'S POV“So, you’ve got a plan or something?” Ciro asked, finally breaking the long, due silence between us. I grumbled in low tones, cursing within myself before nodding negative.“You heard her—she asked us to stay, we stay,” I reasoned, the words rolling off my tongue bitterly. I didn’t like where this nonsense was heading; it made me sick to my gut.The way Diego had watched her—she could call it a joke, but I know that look anywhere. I understood it because I’ve always looked at her like that from the very beginning. Diego wants her, and he wouldn’t stop at anything until he has her.“Bullshit. She’s your wife, for fuck’s sake, Luca! Who knows what that crackhead will do to her? What if he hurts her? Or touches her, or—”“Enough, Ciro!” I snapped, cutting into his words. I already had a lot going on—I didn’t need him pushing me over the edge.“She’s my wife, remember? I call the shots on what to do, so fucking back off,” I warned through gritted teeth. Ciro arched his brows up