Novels by Cephas Bliss

Lorenzo stepped out of the private corridor with long, measured strides, shutting the door behind him. His breathing was steady. Only the veins standing out beneath his clenched fist betrayed the storm raging within him.In one swift movement, he reached beneath his tailored jacket and pulled out the Desert Eagle resting against his waist. His fingers wrapped tightly around the grip as his eyes wandered toward the corridor leading back to the banquet hall.One bullet.One pull of the trigger.That was all it would take to erase the disgrace the culprit had tried to bring upon the De Luca name. "Il Re Nero."The familiar voice halted his steps before another thought could follow.He turned his head and found Vittorio Mancini standing a few metres away. His silver hair gleamed beneath the chandelier. His golden eyes reflected on the Desert Eagle in Lorenzo's hand.Behind him stood eight armed men, each occupying a strategic position along the hallway.Every entrance had already been s

To flee for her life or help?The Don of the most powerful mafia family in the whole world was crumbling just a few feet away from her.He made a weak gesture, as if telling her to go.But when he tried to take another step, his shivering legs failed him.He slumped hard against the wall, and Lia instinctively rushed to assist. She grasped him before he fell. "Are....you...okay?" She stuttered.Lia's physical contacts with his skin suddenly made his muscles enlarged and he sweat profusely.It was until now that he realized his drink had been manipulated with some aphrodisiac drugs to force out his sexual urges. Who could've done this? The only plausible answer is the closest ally to him, Matteo. "That bastard, he hissed."He pushed her away with surprising strength for a man in his state."Don't touch me," he ordered in a rough, deep voice.Lia's body flinched."I'm sorry," she quickly apologized, raising both hands in surrender. "I was only trying to help.""I don't need help."He

The black wrought-iron gates began to slide apart before the taxi had even come to a complete stop. Lia instinctively straightened in her seat. The driver let out a low whistle. "Rich people don't waste time." She smiled nervously, smoothing invisible wrinkles from the pale blue dress Emma had insisted she wear. It wasn't expensive, but Emma had somehow managed to make it look like it belonged in a designer boutique. "You'll be fine," the driver said, noticing the way she kept twisting her fingers together. "I hope so." The taxi rolled through the entrance, following a driveway lined with ancient olive trees and perfectly trimmed hedges. The mansion stood proudly at the end. It wasn't gaudy or desperate to impress. It simply carried the quiet confidence of a place that had never needed anyone's approval. Lia swallowed. This wasn't a house, It was an empire disguised as one. The car stopped beneath a wide portico where two men in immaculate black suits were already waiting.

"Hey, come over for dinner tonight. Let's have some good time together."Lia Moretti stared at the message on her phone, blinking once, then twice, before reading it all over again. Surely her eyes were playing tricks on her. There was no way she had just received an invitation to the De Luca family mansion just like that.She read the text for the third time.Matteo: Hey, come over for dinner tonight. Let's have some good time together.Her mouth slowly fell open, and before she realized it, an excited squeal escaped her lips."Oh my God…..."The phone nearly slipped from her trembling fingers as she sprang off the bed. She hugged it tightly against her chest, spun around in the middle of her room, and laughed like someone who had just discovered she'd won the biggest jackpot in history."No," she corrected herself with another delighted gasp. "This is even better than the lottery!"Without bothering to put on her slippers, Lia bolted out of her room."Emma!" she shouted, her voice e