MasukBianca’s POV
“There is an important matter Bianca.” Dad said sitting behind his desk. My dad doesn’t keep me in the dark like the other mafia bosses. He keeps me updated about everything. “What happened?” I asked him. “Vincenzo and the Russians will be holding a meeting in the next few days. I want you to slither yourself between them.” He smiled for the first time since forever. “I won’t disappoint you, father.” I said as I started preparing a plan in my head. We need as many information as possible of the Mercanti family. In order to finish them, we have to prepare for a war, one we are sure we won’t lose. We can’t lose. We already lost a lot, by losing my mother. It was their time now to start losing. “What are you thinking about?” I was so lost in my head, that I didn’t see Alessandro coming towards me. “Nothing.” I shrugged walking past him. Alessandro stopped me by holding my elbow firmly. As cringy as it is, my heart did a flip and I looked into his boiling eyes. “Don’t walk past me, princess.” He hissed. “You don’t talk to me like that.” I snapped back while promptly looking into his eyes. His captivating brown eyes. “I am your bodyguard. I need to know your whereabouts.” He said pulling me closer to him. I wanted to pull away, but I couldn’t. He has this commanding aura, like he was born to be a leader and not a bodyguard. What are his deepest secrets. I want to know what this man is hiding. He has demons circling inside his eyes, and I knew he saw horrors in his life. And maybe he was the horror. I don’t know what this man has done in his life. I don’t know anything about him, yet I trust him. I trust him with my life. But I still am adamant that I don’t need a bodyguard. He will only step in my way, and I have to be focused on the mission my dad gave me. It wasn’t a simple one, as I had to be included in the meeting of one of the smartest bosses, and his Russian father in law. That bastard will pay for whatever he has done to us before. “Get away from me Alessandro.” I said. “I can’t do that, princess. What I can do is far imaginable for you.” He walked me until I was trapped between him and the wall. I gulped, we were so close that his spicy scent filled my nostrils. There was a tension between us, one that can cut anything. In that moment I wanted to pull him towards me. Make him come closer until everything in our body is touching. I wanted to see what his plump lips would taste like. But that would mean I will be killed. No intimacy between a mafia princess and her bodyguard. Especially not one that is to be wedded to another mafia prince. Both my dad and Matteo would kill me, even though I refuse to marry Matteo. “Do you want me to kiss you, princess?” Alessandro smirked looking between my eyes and my lips. I was at a loss of words in that moment and couldn’t reply as I looked at him, my mouth partly open. “Stay away.” I managed to say as I duked under and his arms, and put some distance between us. “I will know what that little brain of yours is up to.” He said backing away. I started panting like I ran a marathon. How could he have so much influence on me. He shouldn’t. I have to stay away from him. We can’t have a connection between us. I have a goal now, and that doesn’t include f**cking my bodyguard. As much as we have a connection, I have a revenge to think about. I have to stay focused, and not let him control me. I went up to my room, thinking of the ways, I will get into the inner circle of the Mercanti meeting. Erico’s POV What the fuck am I doing. I was standing in front of the mirror in my bathroom. I would never kiss her. That little monster has a bad influence on me. I have to keep her away yet close to me. I have a mission, and that is to end her father’s bloodline, if he thinks of getting close to Vin and Violet. Or any of their children. I know there is something going on, as Vin promptly held the meeting here. He wants to see what Antonio is capable of. What plan he is brewing. I am sure that his little monster is on with his plans of revenge. And I had to know what they are planning, to report back to Vin. My phone started ringing and I picked it up immediately looking at the caller ID. “Vin.” I said. “Erico. What news do you have?” He asked. “There is a plan going on, and his daughter will be included in it. I feel like he will be sending her to the lion’s den.” I smirked looking at myself. “Good. That’s what we want anyways. I want you to come with her. Violet has been nagging me about seeing you and making sure you are okay.” I sighed knowing that Violet won’t stop at anything to fulfill what she wants. “Fine I will be there.” I hung up the phone putting it back in my pocket. That fool Antonio trusted me way too fast. Well it is for my advantage, but whatever. “One will win this game Antonio and it won’t be you.” I said walking back into my room. I just have to gain Bianca’s trust so that she starts telling me all that’s going on in her little head.*Bianca's POV*Breakfast ended quietly.Not awkwardly. Not hurried.Just… complete.Erico cleared the plates without being asked, rinsing them with the same careful attention he gave everything else. I watched him from the doorway, struck by how easily the morning had softened him — not weakened, but revealed.When he finished, he turned, drying his hands on a towel.“You’re watching me again,” he said.“I’m adjusting,” I replied honestly.“To what?”“To the idea that the man who terrifies half the Mediterranean burns toast and worries about whether I slept well.”His mouth curved faintly. “Don’t tell anyone.”“I won’t,” I promised. “It would ruin your reputation.”The air between us shifted — subtle, undeniable.Not urgency.Decision.He stepped closer, stopping where he always stopped. Respectful. Controlled. Waiting.“You don’t owe me anything,” he said quietly.I felt the weight of those words more than any vow spoken in the chapel.“I know,” I said.Silence stretched.Not empty.C
*Bianca's POV*I woke to quiet.Not the heavy, watchful silence of guarded halls or safe houses - but the ordinary kind. The kind that existed when no one was actively listening for footsteps or gunfire. For a moment, it disoriented me more than chaos ever had. Light spilled across the bedroom in pale gold, filtering through sheer curtains that moved gently with the sea breeze. The bed beside me was empty, the sheets cool when Erico had been. My frist instinct was alertness.My second... confusion. Then I heard it, The faint soud of movements downstairs. Not boots. Not radios. Not urgency.Clincking porcelain. I sat up slowly, pulling the blanket around myself, listening harder.Cooking.The realization hit me with a strange softness.I dressed quietly and followed the sound, bare feet against the cool stone floors. The house felt different in daylight - less like a fortress, more like a place meant to be lived in. Sunlight touched the walls, warming the edges of shadows I hadn't
*Bianca's POV*The wedding day.The wedding did not feel like a beginning.It felt like a line drawn in blood and stone.There were no flowers. No music. No white dress spilling down marble stairs. Just a small chapel, old enough that the walls had absorbed prayers meant for survival rather than grace. I wore ivory - simple, clean, sharp at the edges. My hair was pulled back, not adorned. I wanted nothing that could be used to romanticize this moment. This was not a performance. It was a statement.Violet stood with me before the doors opened. She hadn't tried to soften anything. She understood what this was. "You don't look afraid." She said softly. "I am." I replied.She smiled gently. "Good. That means you understand the weight of it."The doors opened.Inside, there were only a handful of people.Vincenzo stood at the front, dressed in black, expression unreadable. Nazyr Siankovski stood beside him - tall, immovable, his presence filling the chapel like an unspoken warning. I
*Bianca's POV*Erico didn't follow me immediately.He never chased.That was one of the reasons this mattered.I stood on the terrace overlooking the garden, the stone cold beneath my palms, the wind sharp enough to keep my yhoughts from unraveling completely. The horizon was pale with late afternoon light, everything muted and vast, like the world was holding its breath with me. When I heard his footsteps, I didn't turn."Vincenzo agreed." He said quietly."Yes, he did." I replied with a sigh."You didn't answer if you are one hundred percent sure about this.""No." I said looking at my hands.Silence stretched- not uncomfortable, but charged. The kind of quiet that existed only when both people were afraid of what words might unlock."I won't pressure you." He said."I know." And I really did. He was first the bodyguard that lied, but protected me. And now he was our enemy, but still he is protecting me. Nothing changed about him. Just his name. What does it matters if he was Ale
*Bianca's POV*“I know.”“You won’t be hidden behind my roof.”“I don’t want to be.”“You won’t be neutral.”“I never was.”He studied me more carefully now not as a guest, not as a pawn - but as something sharper.“A wife is not just protected,” he said. “She is expected.”“I expect myself,” I replied.That earned me a long, assessing look.“Erico,” Vincenzo said at last. “Leave us.”Erico’s body tensed.“I won’t,” I said immediately.Vincenzo’s eyes snapped to me.“This is family business.”“So am I,” I replied.The air shifted.Violet set her cup down quietly.Vincenzo looked between us.Then he nodded once.“Very well,” he said. “Stay.”He walked around the desk, stopping a few steps in front of me. Close enough that I could feel the gravity of him.“You know I would kill for you,” he said quietly.“I know.”“You know I would hide you forever if I thought it would keep you breathing.”“I know.”“And you still want this.”“Yes.”He held my gaze.“Why?”I didn’t answer immediately.
*Bianca's POV*Vincenzo Mercanti did not summon people.He received them.There was a difference - subtle, but absolute - and I felt it in my bones as I stood outside his study with my spine straight and my hands steady at my sides. The guards didn’t look at me. They didn’t need to. I had been walking these halls long enough now to be known, measured, catalogued.Still not owned.Yet.Erico stood beside me, close enough that I could feel the heat of him through the sleeve of his jacket. He hadn’t touched me since he’d spoken the words - I marry you - and somehow that restraint carried more meaning than any claim.The door opened.“Come in,” Vincenzo said.No warmth.No warning.Just command.The study was dim, lit by the low morning sun cutting through heavy curtains. Vincenzo stood behind his desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled, hands resting flat on the wood as if the room itself required anchoring.Violet sat near the window, elegant and composed, a teacup cradled in her hands. Her ey







