WARNING: This chapter contains explicit descriptions of violence that may be triggering for some readers. It is not recommended for readers under the age of 18❌🚫 ፠፠ ONE HOUR LATER ፠፠ In the damp, dark depth of a secret dungeon, screams could be heard as well as the cracking of bones and burning of flesh. The Russians were strung up by their wrists, their feet barely touching the floor. A few of them were dead from continuous torture while the rest were barely hanging on. "Please..." Pyotr begged in their language. The effects of the sedatives had expired a long time ago and now, he was feeling every pain inflicted on him. Before him, Enzo stood, his cold and calculating eyes sweeping over him with dispassionate cruelty. He began tightening the ropes around his wrists, the skin stretching and the nerves screaming in protest. With a quick, practiced motion, he plunged a branding iron into a roaring furnace. The metal seared white-hot and with a single, vicious smoke, he seared his
In the dim light of the early morning, Rosana stirred, slowly opening her eyes to find the bedroom bathed in a soft, warm glow. Beside her, Sergio laid fast asleep, his chest rising and falling with each breath, his face peaceful in repose.As she stared at him, the memory of the previous night came flooding back to her—the way their lips had collided, the way his hands had roamed over her body, his lips hot against her neck, the way he had devoured every inch of her body, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her and the fire in his eyes as he gazed down at her.Quietly, she rose from the bed, pulling the sheet around her as she walked over to the window, gazing out at the beautiful sunrise. The warmth of the sun on her skin matched the warmth in her heart as she thought about Sergio. He had refused to be consumed by his darkness and had returned to her. Nothing could be more perfect than that. Looking back at the bedroom, she spotted their clothes strewn across the floor, a silen
ONE WEEK LATER•••"I cannot believe you are going back. It almost felt like old times in college" Rosana said and sat down on the bed. "I miss those times, you know. College life, the fun, the parties you always dragged me to..."They both laughed."You were the sister I never got to have," Lucretia added with a soft smile." We were so different from each other, like the Ying and yang, yet we always moved along even though we disagreed on most things""You were and have always been a kick-ass, badass b*tch. I cannot thank you enough for the number of times you stood up and fought for me. Sometimes I got scared it would get you in trouble with those white Jerks but you never cared about it. I was just a little girl who was sent to the States with no family, but you became a friend, a sister, and a companion, all in one. I wish things had been different and you did not have to suffer so much, Lu. You would have become a Lawyer like you always wanted and well, I guess you would have gott
Lucretia swallowed hard as her hands began to tremble. She had begged for this, but now it was being offered to her, she wasn't sure she wanted to take it—she wasn't even sure of anything. "I...," She began, her voice faltering. He was no longer looking at her. His eyes were fixed on the road while his hands gripped the steering wheel with such force his knuckles turned white and his veins stood out against the dark ink of his tattoos. His face remained void of emotions but she could see the vein ticking in his jaw. For the second time, she opened her mouth to speak but words couldn't flow out. He was giving her what she wanted. He was shutting her out and left no room for any sort of conversation. Sparing one last glance in his direction, she felt her heart break as she stepped out of the car. The door closed behind her with a soft click and there was no moment of hesitation as he revved the engine and drove away. She stood there, rooted to the spot as her body began to shake. S
NEXT MORNING~Rosana stirred, her blonde hair tousled from sleep. As she sat up in bed, she ran her delicate hands through the tangles, smoothing them into place. Her belly, which was now swollen and round, rose and fell gently as she breathed. It was a reminder of the two lives growing within her. At the bedroom door, Sergio leaned against the frame, watching her with a tender smile. She was radiant and breathtaking, her skin aglow with the vitality of motherhood. Her eyes remained distant, as she traced gentle circles on the curve of her belly. "Good morning," Sergio said softly, stepping into the room. "You're looking particularly beautiful today, Amore Mio"Rosana turned her head towards him, her eyes meeting his with a flicker of acknowledgment. "Good morning," she replied, her voice gentle but somehow distracted."Everything okay?" "It's nothing" She replied with a light voice, but there was a hint of something deeper beneath the surface.Sergio approached her, his gaze searc
Sergio stalked down the hallways of his mansion, his face a mask of steel. He arrived at her suite and paused outside the door, knowing she was hiding in there. She had been hiding for some time and finally, her time was up. Turning the knob, he pushed the door open and walked inside, his eyes cold and hard. She was seated in a plush chair but when she saw him, she stood up immediately, her eyes widening in fear "Figlio..." Munika began, her voice quavering. [Son...]Sergio took a few steps towards her, his face unreadable. He didn't say a word, but his eyes spoke volumes. He knew she was hiding something, and intended to find out what it was. "I... I" She could feel the cold sweat dripping down her back, and her hands were trembling so hard. What did Vicenta say to him? He could only be there for one reason. "I did not mean for things to turn out that way," she rushed out even without him saying a word. "I only wanted what was best for you, for our family."Sergio's eyes narrowed.
Beneath the glitz and glamour, there was a darker undercurrent. Jealousy and greed simmered beneath the surface as the guests eyed each other warily, their smiles hiding daggers. Their every move was calculated, their every word carefully chosen, for they knew better than to cross the man who stood at the center of it all—the Mafia Lord. A single look from him could spell fortune or ruin, and everyone knew it.As the hours passed, Rosana began to show signs of exhaustion, her smile faltering as she fought to stay awake. Sergio noticed that and called for the night to come to an end. As the guests filed out of the ballroom, he helped her back up the staircase, his concern for her well-being evident in his every gesture."Are you alright, Bambolina?" She collapsed on the bed, her eyes closing in relief as the weight of the evening's events finally caught up with her. "Yes, perfect even. I enjoyed the evening"Sergio began undressing her. "Your parents refused to spend the night in the
ONE MONTH LATER•••A sleek black Maserati pulled up to the entrance of the clubhouse, its polished exterior glinting under the pulsating neon lights. The engine purred before falling silent, and the crowd gathered outside couldn't help but stare as the driver's door opened.Enzo emerged, his well-tailored suit clinging to his muscular frame and hinting at the raw strength beneath the refined exterior. His presence commanded attention, the air around him crackling with an energy that was both dangerous and alluring.As he strode towards the entrance, the murmurs began. "It's him... he's back..." Eyes widened in admiration as they took in his new look. His skin was adorned with intricate new tattoos, snaking their way up his arms and neck, adding an edgy appeal to his already devastating charisma.He entered the dimly lit club, the pulsating music and sensual atmosphere a fitting backdrop for his return. He had left for an operation in the other territories but now, he was back.Without