Everything shifted here. For the first time, Dino put Seraphina above his men — and everyone saw it. In a world where women are used and discarded, he shouted in front of his gang: “This one is different.” That changes everything. 👉 Did you catch the way the thugs went silent? Even Arturo, bold as he is, had to say it: Dino has never done this before. Could Seraphina really be the one thing he can’t control? A hint: when a man like Dino breaks his own rules, it’s not mercy. It’s obsession.
~ Alessandro ~The phone buzzed on my desk. I’d been staring at it for hours, waiting, knowing Jorge or Loci would break sooner or later. It had been a week and I got was their proof of life, no update about Sera.Finally, the message came.Jorge: Boss, forgive me. It took long. She banned us from speaking to you. Said no calls, no messages. But I had to sneak to tell you.My jaw locked. She banned them? Sera. My Sera. Banned thugs and they obeyed? My thugs?I typed back fast.Me: Talk. Now.The dots blinked.Jorge: It started the same day we were dispatched. She bought a house. Brought the women there. Made Dino’s thugs and us stay together. No fights, boss. She forced it. They call each other brothers now.I pushed back in my chair, the word forced pounding in my head. Sera making my men and Dino’s live together? That was a war I’d never allow. Although I wanted her to be safe, I had expected altercations. Fuck!Marco’s voice carried from across the study. “Who are you cursing at n
~ Seraphina ~The house went silent, but the silence went loud in my head. I had a lot to think about and I didn't know where to start. Amid all that, I heard raised voices echoed down the hall, sharp and restless. I rushed out, and so did the thugs who argued like kids before they agreed to stay together. I rushed back to my room and got my pistol. There, I realized there were three.“Where's…”“Jorge!” Loci concluded.We rushed up. When I stepped in, every woman was already gathered, their bodies pressed together like sheep at the edge of a cliff. Their whispers buzzed like a swarm. The thugs leaned on the walls, smirking, eyes hungry for drama.At the center was Jorge, Alessandro’s thug in a boxers, lips curled into that arrogant smirk that made my stomach twist. Beside him stood one of the women, her arms wrapped around bare chest.“She’s lying,” Jorge said, his voice dripping with laziness. “I didn’t force her. Just touched her a bit. She used to be Dino’s slut, yeah? I thought
~ Seraphina ~We stopped at downtown Veridia, where an agent had directed. The house loomed at the edge of an old street, stone weathered, ivy clawing up the columns. Its stained-glass windows fractured daylight into slanted shards across the cracked steps. It wasn’t grand like Dino’s fortress or pristine like Alessandro’s estate. It was worn. Tired. But when I pushed the key into the lock and stepped inside, I told myself one word—mine.The scent of dust and old wood pressed into me, heavy but grounding. The floors creaked like they were testing me, asking if I was strong enough to hold this place together. I ran my fingers along the bannister, heart beating faster than it should. Can I really build something here? Or will this house collapse like everything else I’ve touched?My phone rang. An unknown number.“Where are you?” His voice was silk, but there was steel beneath it. Alessandro.I hesitated, eyes on the archway ahead. “In a house.”A pause.“My house,” I added, softer b
~ Seraphina ~The pistol felt heavier with each passing second, as though it knew the weight of what I was about to demand. My palms burned against the steel, but my grip stayed firm.Alessandro Torricelli stood riveted in the spot that he had chosen. He didn’t flinch. Not a twitch. Not even with Dino glaring murder over the porch rail above him.I could hear his thoughts… Oh, you have changed, Sera. “Two minutes,” I repeated. He didn't flinch still. I thought I shouted. Instead, he spoke, calm and sharp. “You want the truth, Sera? Then hear it. The ‘365 days’—that was never mine. That’s Dino’s disease. I only learned it watching him.”My chest tightened. So Dino was right?But Alessandro wasn’t finished. His eyes, those black, steady eyes, never left mine. “But my love for you—that was never imitation. That was the only thing that was mine. From the first moment, it was true.”His words punched holes in me. They dragged up memories I’d tried to bury: the way he’d shadowed me acro
~ Seraphina ~The day was too bright for this. Too sharp. Sunlight carved into Dino’s fortress, throwing long shadows across the stone porch where I stood. Down below, in the garden, Alessandro Torricelli waited. Alone.No guards, no entourage, no smirking lieutenants at his back. Just him, in a black suit that looked like it belonged to another world, standing calm in the lion’s den.My heart stumbled. Not because I hadn’t known the danger. I knew about the Volkov Syndicate. I knew I wasn’t safe with Dino, or with Alessandro, or with anyone. No—my thoughts spun on something else: If he could walk here now, into Moretti ground, why hadn’t he before? Why today? Why me?Dino leaned his bulk against the railing, cigar between his teeth, smoke curling around his face like a crown of fire. “Well, well. Pretty boy Torricelli,” he barked, voice booming over the courtyard. “Comin’ to the lion’s fuckin’ den. You beggin’ for death, or just missin’ me?”Alessandro didn’t so much as blink. He sto
~ Seraphina ~Sunlight slanted through the tall windows of Dino’s fortress, burning away shadows but not the tension in the air. The day was too bright for what I was walking into. Too raw. Too exposing.Dino’s hand was firm on the small of my back as he pushed open the heavy doors to the war hall. I didn’t fight him, but my heart tripped against my ribs. Ten men were already inside, captains of his empire, all had been called, seated in a wide arc around a long table scarred with knives and spilled drink. They rose when Dino entered, the scrape of chairs sharp as gunfire.Every head turned toward me.Their eyes weren’t kind.Dino strode forward without hesitation, dragging me with him. His presence cut the air, bigger than their stares, bigger than their whispers. He dropped into the chair at the head of the table, legs spread, elbows wide. King of fire. He yanked me down onto the armrest beside him like I belonged there.No woman belonged here. I felt it in their silence.One of th