FALLING FOR THE WRONG BROTHER: THIRTY DAYS IN HELL
"Your punishment. Shall we?," Matteo asked, this time moving towards me. He stepped closer and ripped open my half-buttoned shirt.
"If other men can have you," he added quietly, "Why can't I?"
I froze. "You—"
"You have two choices," Matteo said, undoing his cufflinks and pushing me back toward the bed. “Choose wisely.”
"One: take your pants off. Let me see what you used on my brother."
"Two: I call Alessandro and have him come watch what I do to you."
"You're insane," I snapped. "Does your brother know you're a fucking pervert?"
"He doesn't need to," Matteo said, his hand settling on my belt.
"He only needs to know you betrayed him." He said as my buckle clicked open.
"And now, La mia bambola ( My Doll).” Matteo continued softly, "You're about to learn what consequences really mean."
Betrayed by his fiancee two days to their wedding, Alessandro spirals and falls into the hands of a play boy--Luca Mariani. Matteo Rossi, Alessandro's brother looks into Luca and finds a full file of his promiscuous nature, seven men in two months. He warns Luca to flee from his brother but Luca has no intention of doing so.
What happens when luca finds out that the so called overprotective brother is the feared head of the Italian mafia. And worst still finds him in bed with another man.
Let's find out!!
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Chapter: Big brother warningsAlessandro's Pov."Thursday works. Send the brief to my assistant by noon and we'll go from there."I end the call and push the living room door open.Matteo is already there.He sits in the armchair by the window, one leg crossed over the other, a cigarette burning between two fingers. The ashtray on the side table has one stub already. The vodka glass beside it is half empty. The lamp behind him throws everything into sharp relief, his jaw, his stillness, the way he looks at me when I walk in like he's been waiting.He probably has been."Sit."I drop my phone into my pocket. "I just got back.""I know. Sit down, Alessandro."I sit. Not because he told me to. Because I know that tone and fighting it from the doorway gets nobody anywhere.Rosa comes in from the kitchen, quiet on her feet, refills his glass without being asked and disappears again. Matteo watches the cigarette burn for a moment."How well do you know Luca?"The question lands flat in the middle of the room.I look at
Last Updated: 2026-03-24
Chapter: The man behind the curtainsMatteo Rossi POVI go very still.It's Luca. No mistaking it. The curve of his neck, the way his dark hair falls just so over his forehead when he's focused. He's shirtless, skin pale under the vanity lights, muscles shifting as he adjusts something on the counter—a bottle of oil, maybe, or lotion. His pants hang low on his hips, revealing the dimples at the base of his spine. He's humming softly, some tune I don't recognize, oblivious to the world beyond this curtain.What the fuck is he doing here?My mind races back to two weeks ago. When I'd walked in on him at his apartment with a man. My younger brother Alessandro off sulking somewhere or probably reliving his emotions with the hope of a new found lover. I don't quite understand his relationship with Alessandro that's excluding him mentioning being together. But since he is seeing my spiraling brother, he has to stay put before more damages will be done. He'd nodded, eyes wide, promising he understood. He didn't look so earnest
Last Updated: 2026-03-23
Chapter: The Figure behind the curtain. Matteo Rossi POV"Talk.""Warehouse three is fully stocked. The Bianchi shipment cleared customs yesterday, no complications." Marco keeps pace beside me without effort, tablet in hand, voice low. "The Torino casino reported a twelve percent revenue increase this quarter. The Naples one is down eight.""Why is Naples down?""Management issue. Ferretti's cousin has been skimming."I stop walking.The warehouse floor stretches ahead of us, upfront there's crates, forklifts, three of my men pausing their work just long enough to register my presence before looking away. Smart."Has he.""Since February.""And nobody thought to tell me until now."Marco says nothing. He knows better than to answer that."Handle it," I say. "Tonight. And replace him with someone whose loyalty I've actually verified.""Already have someone in mind.""Then why are you telling me instead of doing it."He nods once. Makes a note.We move.***The casino on Via Montenapoleone smells like old money and the air s
Last Updated: 2026-03-23
Chapter: My Secret.Luca’s Pov.I sat at the edge of my bed drinking the bottle of Belvedere I found in the kitchen cabinet. I needed to calm myself from the afternoon indulgence, being a bit tipsy I could only think of the very simple fact that Matteo Rossi can go to hell.I pour two fingers. Drink it standing.Pour three more.I've had men try to keep me before; jealous ones, possessive ones, one particularly creative one who tried to buy me off from the club if I could provide both sluty and emotional services. I almost respect it.But, I can never. Not after Damiano. Not after I was left hanging on a thread. Not after I had vowed no emotional indulgence. I drop onto the couch, bottle in hand, feet up on the coffee table. The apartment is quiet. I don't give a F**K about whatever controlled intimidating things Matteo does at night. Sharpening his cufflinks probably.I take another pull directly from the bottle.Well, I don't scare easily. I've been in worse rooms than that warehouse with worse men t
Last Updated: 2026-03-22
Chapter: The Cost of SoftnessAlessandro’s Pov:The numbers are wrong.Third column, revenue projection. A rounding error small enough that nobody else would catch it. I caught it at seven this morning and fixed it myself before anyone arrived, which is not what a CEO does but is apparently what I do now. I hunt for small broken things before the day starts because it's the only kind of control that feels real anymore.I'm staring at the corrected figure when Vittoria knocks."Come in."She enters with her portfolio and the careful expression she wears when she's about to tell me something I didn't ask for."The Ferrara account wants to move to Thursday.""No.""They said the director has a conflict and—""Vittoria." I don't look up. "Wednesday or I pull the contract. Tell them that exactly."A pause. She's deciding whether to push. She decides correctly not to."Also." She shifts. "Your mother called. Sunday dinner. She wants you to bring someone."I put my pen down.She means Nico. Of course she means Nico. My m
Last Updated: 2026-03-22
Chapter: Teasing Mr. Player5.MATTEO ROSSI’S POV"And now, La mia bambola (My doll).” I said softly, "You're about to learn what consequences really mean.”Before the prey in front of me got the chance to move as little as an inch I closed the distance between us in two steps, one hand gripping his jaw, fingers wrapping around his throat as I brought his face forward until barely an inch separated us. His breath hitched sharply and I felt his pulse hammer against my palm, fast and frantic, betraying every bit of calm he was performing."Still finding this funny?" I asked, my voice heavy.But he wasn't laughing anymore. Instead, his hands came up immediately, gripping my wrist, trying to pull back. I held unto him tightly though not enough to hurt. Just enough to make the point land properly.His eyes were wide now. Good."You walk into people's lives," I said, voice low. "You make empty promises, smile, you take what you want. And then you disappear. You think there aren't consequences?." I tightened my grip s
Last Updated: 2026-03-10
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