Sera’s life is shattered when her brother, Luca, disappears under mysterious circumstances, doesn’t know if he’s dead or alive. Desperate to find him, she strikes a dangerous deal with Dante Moretti, a ruthless mafia boss. In exchange for his help, she agrees to work for him as his secretary, stepping into a world she never imagined. But as she becomes entangled in Dante's empire, Sera uncovers dark secrets that threaten to consume her. As their relationship deepens, Sera must navigate a maze of betrayal, power, and passion. Now, with the mafia’s grip tightening, Sera is faced with a choice. Uphold the blood vow that binds them all, or risk everything to escape Dante’s hold. Will she save her brother and reclaim her freedom, or will the darkness of their past tear them all apart?
View MoreThe rain hammered against the window i’m just here sitting, each drop tapping out a steady rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my heart. I stood there, staring at the darkened skyline of Chicago, the city lights barely piercing through the storm. My mind wasn't on the view though. It hadn't been for a long time.
Luca. My brother. The one person who always had my back, always protected me from the mess our father had left behind. Now, he was gone, and I had no idea where he was. Two weeks. Two weeks since I'd last heard from him, since he'd disappeared without a trace. The police hadn't been much help. Just a few vague leads that went nowhere, a lot of questions left unanswered. They said it was just another missing persons case, but I knew better. Luca hadn't just gone off somewhere. He'd been taken. The photo on the table caught my eye. It was of Luca and me, taken during a summer we'd spent together when things had still felt normal. I reached out and traced the edges of the frame with my fingers, remembering the warmth of his hand on my shoulder, the way he'd teased me that day.Where are you, Luca? The thought hit me like a punch to the chest.Are you alive? I couldn't imagine the alternative. Losing him... I couldn't even process the idea. He was my only family left. After our father's death, his mysterious death, shrouded in rumors about the mafia, I had no one else. It’s just me. And now Luca was gone too. I turned away from the window, my heart heavy. There had to be something I could do. But what? Every connection I had was exhausted, every avenue I'd pursued had come up dry.What was I missing? Then, a knock at the door sliced through the silence. My pulse jumped.Who could that be? I wasn't expecting anyone. Not now. I hesitated, staring at the door for a moment, before I forced myself to move. My heart was already racing, my stomach tight with unease. I opened it a crack, just enough to see who was on the other side. A tall man stood there with two other men in black beside him, I guess, bodyguards. His posture immaculate, his presence commanding. He wore a tailored black suit that seemed to swallow the light around him. He didn't speak immediately, just studied me with cold, calculating eyes. I couldn't read him, but I could feel the weight of his gaze like a physical force. His silence made the air between us feel thick, suffocating."Miss Leone," he finally spoke, his voice smooth, almost too smooth, like he was used to getting exactly what he wanted. "I'm Dante Moretti. I assume you've heard of me." Moretti. The name sent a chill down my spine. Dante Moretti was no stranger to me. In fact, he was one of the most feared men in the city, head of the Moretti mafia, a ruthless, calculating leader. The kind of man who controlled everything from the shadows, his reach extending into every part of the city. I swallowed hard.This can't be good."I'm not interested in whatever you're doing," I said, trying to sound firm, though my voice betrayed me. It came out shaky, as though my body knew this encounter was about to change everything. I tried to close the door off but he puts his palm against it. Dante's lips curled into a smile, though there was no warmth in it. "This isn't about doing anything," he said, his voice still calm, still unsettlingly smooth. "This is about what you need. I can help you find your brother." The words hit me like a slap. He knows about Luca? How could he know? I barely knew anything about Luca's disappearance, let alone someone like him. I took a step back, instinctively pulling away from the door as he entered my apartment. "What do you want in return?" I asked shakingly, already dreading the answer. I could feel the danger in the air, heavy and suffocating. His eyes flickered briefly, before that cold smile stretched wider, sending a shiver down my spine. "Nothing too complicated," he said. "I need you to work for me. Help me with a few tasks. In return, I'll help you find your brother." My chest tightened. "Help me find Luca... in exchange for what?""You'll work for me," he repeated with a now deep look in his eyes. "Do what I ask. And in return, I'll give you the information you need. The real answers about what happened to your brother." The words hung in the air between us, like a promise laced with poison. I could feel the temptation creeping in. But I also felt the danger, felt the weight of his words press down on me. I wanted to refuse. I wanted to scream at him, slam the door, and go back to searching for Luca on my own. But I couldn't. Not when the possibility of finding him was within my reach."What kind of tasks?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. His smile never wavered. "That's for me to decide. But I assure you, it will be well worth it, Miss Leone." I hesitated. "I'm not doing anything illegal." Dante's eyes darkened for a moment, but then his smile returned, as if he enjoyed the challenge. "You're asking the wrong questions, Miss Leone. You're not here to judge my methods. You're here to find your brother." My mind raced, but I didn't have time to think. I had to weigh the offer against the possibility of never seeing Luca again."And if I don't work for you?" I asked, the words tasting bitter as they left my mouth. Dante's smile tightened, and his eyes became cold. "Then you'll never know what happened to him.""Fine," I said, voice low. "But if you lie to me, if you use me, I'll burn everything you have." His expression didn't change. If anything, he looked amused. "I wouldn't expect anything less." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, the weight of the promise he'd made settling over me like a shroud. I was now tied to Dante Moretti, whether I liked it or not. And I couldn't shake the feeling that somehow, he already knew more about Luca's disappearance than he was letting on. That was the moment it all shifted. I had just made a deal with The Dante Moretti. God, help me.Did he do something to Luca?I stripped, took a long, cold shower to clear the fog, and when I stepped out—new Sera.Towel. Hair damp. No more wide-eyed what did I do Sera.Now, I was strategic Sera.Simple makeup. Just enough to make my lips look fuller, sharpen the angles of my cheeks, give my eyes that quiet threat behind the softness.Black dress. Not the flirty kind, the kind that knew exactly what it was doing. Body-hugging. Clean lines. A V-cut that framed just enough to make someone stare and second-guess whether they should. My fingers smoothed the fabric over my hips, the silk sliding like a secret I wasn't ready to share yet.And when I stepped out, the click of black Louboutins against marble echoed like a warning.Not too much.Just enough.No more apology energy.I was going to break him before he broke me.I stepped into the lobby. The receptionist straightened like she'd been waiting for me all morning. "Ms. Leone, Mr. Moretti is expecting you at the VIP Lounge." I didn't speak, just nodded, soft,
Sera's POVI woke up to the dull pound of a headache blooming right behind my eyes. My head felt heavy, the weight of sleep still clinging to my limbs. I blinked a few times, adjusting to the warm morning light peeking through the curtains. Then I noticed him.Dante.Right there. Beside me.I sat up quickly, the blanket clutching to my chest, my messy hair falling into my face. My heart jumped like I'd just been caught doing something wrong.He was laying on his back, one arm folded behind his head, the other resting lazily across his stomach. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway, smooth skin peeking through the fabric, unfairly perfect even in sleep. His breathing was steady, slow, like nothing could shake him—not even the chaos starting to form in my chest.I glanced to the bedside table.Makeup remover. Cotton pads. Lip gloss smear on one of them. My gloss.My face flushed as bits of last night flickered through my foggy mind like broken film.The restaurant. The steak. The wine—Oh, G
Dante's POV"Where's the dessert?" she whispered, fingers curling into my tie like a drunk little kitten who thought she was in control.Jesus Christ.The one time I joke, the one time I tease her—of course she's serious about it. Of course she remembered that stupid line.I was kidding. Mostly.I studied her flushed cheeks, the way her eyes kept blinking, not really focused, her lips parted, breath warm from the wine. She hadn't even touched the dessert at the restaurant. Because she's drunk, Dante. Pull yourself together."No, Sera," I murmured, brushing my thumb along her wrist before peeling her hand off me. "You're drunk."That should've been it. I was already turning to leave—to walk this off, to cool down.But then—her hand caught my arm.I turned.She kissed me.Messy. Sudden. Tasting like expensive wine and poor decisions.What the hell is wrong with this girl?I grabbed her shoulders, ready to peel her off, to steady her, to get control of the situationBut she looked up at
We stood there, both of us watching that car like it held all the answers.Then the doors opened.A couple stepped out, early thirties, dressed up, holding hands, smiling like they were about to celebrate something. They didn't even glance our way. The driver leaned over, said something to them, probably Enjoy your meal, then pulled the car away from the curb like nothing ever happened.Just a normal couple going to dinner. Just a normal car.My shoulders sank. Embarrassment burned hot in my cheeks.Guess my instincts don't work sometimes.I didn't realize how tightly I'd been holding my breath until Dante spoke, his voice low and warm by my ear. "I get it. City's full of creeps. But I promise—" he leaned closer, a hint of that cocky smile playing on his lips, "I'm scarier."I gave him a flat look, folding my arms. "Comforting."He stepped in front of me fully now, walking backward as we moved down the sidewalk, his eyes never leaving mine. "You know what helps with paranoia?""What?"
"Watch out!" Dante shouted, pulling me back just in time.My heart hammered in my chest, breath caught in my throat. The world slowed, the car's roar fading into a blur as it sped past.I stared up at Dante, eyes wide.Was this accident—or something more? My feet stumbled backward, colliding into Dante's chest. His arm was wrapped tightly around my waist, anchoring me to him like I might disappear if he let go. My breath was shallow, my heart rattling against my ribs. The blur of the car was already gone, just the faint echo of its engine left behind.The screech of tires was still echoing in my head. I could feel his heart pounding through his chest, steady and fierce against my back.Behind us, two of the guards were already moving, pressing fingers to earpieces, scanning every passing vehicle with sharp, trained eyes."Identify that plate. Now," one of them barked, his calm professionalism fraying into clipped urgency.The others were closing the gap around us, forming a quiet bar
The phone buzzed again in my hand.I glanced down, expecting maybe another update... but froze the moment I saw the word flash across the top of the screen."escape."My chest tightened. What?There was no sender. No app logo. Just that single word, sitting there like it was waiting for me to move.My finger hovered over it, but I didn't touch it. Not yet. Was that... meant for me? Is this a warning? A clue? A trap? The thought alone made my stomach twist. My eyes darted around the room like I'd suddenly forgotten where I was. I slowly sat on the edge of the bed, holding the phone with both hands like it might shatter. Someone sent that on purpose. But who? Is someone trying to help me? Or scare me?I tapped the notification, but the screen just blinked and returned to the home screen. No app opened. No trace of what I saw.Nothing? Seriously?I opened the notification history. Cleared. Checked my messages. Nothing new. Checked my email. Empty inbox.No way. I didn't imagine it.
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