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LUCA The SUV sliced through the city streets, tinted windows shielding us from curious eyes. My jaw was tight, my fists clenched so hard the leather of my gloves creaked. The adrenaline still coursed through my veins, but beneath it was something sharper—rage. Another attempt. The third in less than two months. And this time, they had come too close. Too close to Isadora. I shifted my gaze to her. She sat rigid beside Laura, her face pale, eyes wide but sharp. She was scared, but she was holding it together. That strength of hers was one of the reasons I had fallen so goddamn hard. But it didn’t mean she wasn’t vulnerable. I had nearly lost her today. The thought made my stomach twist, my grip tightening involuntarily. If that bastard’s aim had been just a little sharper… No. I wouldn’t let my mind go there. I had known something was coming. I had seen Alicia's text through the hidden camera we installed in her room. Her phone screen had lit up, and the message was
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LUCA I stood at the edge of the estate grounds, the cool night air doing little to temper the fire raging inside me. I lit a cigarette with a steady hand, taking a long drag before dialing Rafael."Find them," I said, voice low and lethal. "Every single one of those bastards. I want names, locations. They don’t sleep until I say so."Rafael’s response was immediate. “Understood. I’ve got the men moving. We’ll hunt them down.”I ended the call and turned toward the basement. I descended the steps slowly, the echo of my footsteps bouncing off the cold concrete walls. Alicia was tied to a chair in the center of the room, wrists bound, mouth gagged. Her eyes snapped up at my entrance—defiant, but there was fear beneath it.I ripped the gag from her mouth. She coughed, lips curling into a smirk. “What now? Going to scare me into talking? You don’t have it in you to hit a woman, Luca. That’s not your style.”I tilted my head, gaze cold. “You’re right. I won’t lay a hand on you.”I stepped
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ISADORAI woke up to the faint murmur of voices outside the guest room door, the soft shuffle of footsteps in the hallway. Laura was still sleeping beside me, her breathing steady, but my heart was racing before I was even fully conscious.The tension in this house was suffocating.Luca hadn’t been to see me since last night. That alone made my chest tighten with worry. He always checked on me. Always.I slid out of bed carefully, not waking Laura, and padded to the window. The sun was up, casting a dull light over the estate grounds, but the guards below were alert, more than usual.Something had happened.I knew better than to ask.But I couldn’t stay in this room, trapped with my own thoughts.Slipping on a sweater, I quietly left the room and made my way through the halls. The house was too still, like it was holding its breath. My skin prickled with unease.I found Luca in his office, door slightly ajar. He was standing by the window, phone to his ear, jaw tight. His back was to
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ALICIAPain was a constant companion now—radiating from every limb, settling deep into my bones—but it was the least of my concerns. What hurt more was Matteo. Seeing him dragged in, blindfolded, vulnerable. That nearly shattered me. Nearly.I had given them a name, but not the name.Valentino Costa was powerful, yes. Dangerous. But he wasn’t the one who saved me. He wasn’t the ghost in the shadows pulling the strings. The real puppet master was someone far worse. Someone whose name I couldn’t afford to speak—not even under the blade of Bianca’s knife.Because if I whispered his name… it wouldn’t just be me who died.Matteo. My father. Everyone I ever cared about—they’d all be slaughtered before sundown. That was his way. His signature.The man who saved me—he didn’t deal in threats. He dealt in certainties.I shifted in the chair, the ropes cutting into my wrists. My mouth was dry, throat raw from screaming. But I clung to one thing—I had bought us time. Luca thought he had the truth
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ISADORAThe weight of the night clung to my skin, a suffocating reminder of what I had witnessed. The quiet brutality of Luca, the way Alicia’s resolve had cracked, the unspoken tension thick enough to strangle.I had chosen to stay. To see the truth of the man I was bound to. And now, I couldn’t look away.Upstairs, the air was just as heavy. Rafael had given me a lingering glance before leaving me alone, as if assessing whether I would run. But where would I go?I stood by the window, my fingers gripping the sill.Footsteps behind me. Luca.His presence was unmistakable—the air shifted, charged with something dark, possessive. He didn’t speak at first, just closed the distance until I could feel the heat of him at my back.“You shouldn’t have seen that,” he murmured.I turned, meeting his gaze. “But I did.”His jaw tightened. “And?”I exhaled slowly. “I’m still here.”Something flickered in his eyes—something primal, dangerous. His hand reached up, fingers trailing along my jaw. “Yo
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LUCAThe scent of smoke clung to the night air, thick with the promise of destruction.We moved like shadows through the warehouse district, Rafael at my side, Bianca a few steps behind. Costa’s men thought they were untouchable—hidden behind steel doors and security. But they had no idea what was coming for them.Marcello Fiori had been a loose end. Now he was gone. And that meant Costa had something to hide.Rafael nodded toward the entrance, where two guards stood smoking, oblivious. “Quiet or loud?”I rolled my shoulders. “Loud.”A smirk flickered across his face before he moved. A gunshot cracked through the air, one body dropping before the other even had time to react. The second man barely reached for his weapon before my blade was at his throat, a quick, clean slice.Blood sprayed onto the concrete.Bianca stepped over the bodies without pause, yanking the warehouse door open. The moment we stepped inside, chaos erupted.Gunfire. Shouted orders. Men scrambling for cover.We d
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LUCA The city never slept, but for the first time in days, I wanted to forget the world outside. The room was quiet when I arrived, the weight of the night still heavy on my skin. Blood, gunpowder, and the metallic tang of violence clung to me, but the moment I saw her, everything else faded. Isadora stood by the window, wrapped in only one of my shirts, her silhouette bathed in the soft glow of the street lights. She turned when she heard me, her eyes searching mine, reading the exhaustion beneath the sharp edges of my control. “You’re late,” she murmured, voice softer than I deserved. I didn’t answer. Instead, I crossed the room in three strides, closing the space between us. Her lips parted slightly, but I didn’t give her a chance to speak before I pulled her against me, my fingers tangling in her hair as I claimed her mouth. She melted into me like she belonged there. Like she always had. I could still taste the remnants of whiskey on my tongue, but she was the only thing I
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ISADORA I woke to the weight of Luca’s arm draped over my waist, his body pressed against mine, warm and solid. It took a moment to register the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest, the absence of tension in his usually rigid frame.He was still asleep.Luca never slept like this. Not deeply. Not without the nightmares that left him restless and pacing before dawn. But now, his breathing was even, his face relaxed in a way I rarely saw.For once, I didn’t want to wake him.Carefully, I shifted just enough to watch him. His dark lashes rested against sharp cheekbones, his lips slightly parted. In sleep, he looked younger. Less like the man who carried the weight of too many sins and more like someone untouched by the world.My fingers moved before I could stop them, slipping through his dark hair. Softer than it looked, the strands fell over his forehead in a way that made him seem almost boyish. He murmured something unintelligible, shifting closer, his grip on me tightening as h
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LUCAShe looked like vengeance dressed in silk. Wrath with a pulse. My bride, my ruin, standing there in the golden light of dawn like she'd been forged in it.And I’d done this.I’d let her find it.Not because I wanted her to hurt—God, never that—but because I underestimated the one thing I should’ve worshipped from the beginning: her will.“You weren’t supposed to see that photo,” I’d said like a damn fool.And she shot back, “Yeah? Well, I did. And now I want the truth.”Of course she did.Isadora never begged for peace.She took it.Or burned the world down trying.I stepped forward, but she held her ground like a queen on her battlefield. No flinch. No fear. Her eyes were wild, red-rimmed, furious—and alive.“You want the truth?” I asked quietly. “Fine. I’ll give it to you, Princess. But once I do, there’s no crawling back into the dark. There’s no pretending you can unsee any of it.”Her voice didn’t waver. “I’m not the one pretending anymore.”
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ISADORAThe rehearsal dinner was golden.Candlelight kissed the rims of wine glasses, soft music floated like silk through the garden, and laughter echoed in the air like the world had never broken me. For the first time in weeks, I let myself breathe. No suspicion. No shadow. Just tonight.Luca kissed my shoulder before the toast, leaned in and murmured, “You’re glowing, Princess.” And for once, I didn’t roll my eyes. I let him touch me. I let the warmth soak into my skin like I hadn’t been cold for days.Tomorrow, I’d be a bride.Tonight, I was free.I danced with my father. Took tequila shots with Laura—yes, even she managed a smile that wasn’t forced. Rafael spun me once beneath the fairy lights and said, “You’re trouble,” with that crooked grin of his that made me laugh like I hadn’t buried pain under my ribs.For two hours, I let it be real.No questions.No weight.No doubt.But the moment I walked through the tall doors of the east wing—shoe
Bound To The Mafia Chapter 124
LAURAThe rooftop bar was closed at this hour, but Rafael didn’t need permission to occupy a space. He owned every room he entered, even one perched above a city still asleep.He was already there, leaning against the railing like it might collapse under the weight of what he was holding back. Hair tousled, black shirt rolled up at the sleeves, that brooding, unreadable look on his face that used to piss me off—and now made my mouth dry.“You’re late,” he said without looking at me.I didn’t rush to close the distance. I took my time, each step a silent declaration.“And you’re still a control freak,” I replied, coming to stand between his legs as he pulled me in, no hesitation. His hands slid to my waist like they belonged there. Because lately, they did.He kissed me—not softly. Like he needed to forget what we were doing. What we were risking. Like I was the only place he could breathe.When he finally pulled away, he kept his forehead against mine. “She s
Bound To The Mafia Chapter 123
ISADORA Luca laughed at something Rafael said, the low rumble of it curling around the hallway walls and crawling under my skin. I paused at the archway, watching the two of them with narrowed eyes. The study was awash in golden light—books, whiskey glasses, the faint scent of cigars and secrets. Luca’s posture was relaxed, his hand sweeping casually as he poured a drink. Rafael leaned against the desk, arms crossed, smirking. Like nothing had ever shifted between them. But I remembered. I remembered Luca storming into that garden, face thundercloud-dark. I remembered Rafael's stare—tight-lipped, unreadable. Whatever truce they’d shaken hands on, it wasn’t clean. So why did they act like it was? The door creaked as I stepped back. I didn’t want them seeing me. Not yet. Not when my head buzzed with questions they both refused to answer. Later, when we were alone in the bedroom, I tried to press him gently. “You and Rafael seem... good ag
Bound To The Mafia Chapter 122
LUCAThe call came at dawn.I was half-dressed, shirt slung over my shoulder, staring out the window of my office while the city below yawned itself awake. A steaming espresso sat untouched on the table. Something in my gut twisted before I even touched the phone. Instinct. That cursed, nagging thing I’d learned never to ignore.Rafael’s name lit the screen.I answered with a clipped, “What?”There was silence. Then: “She’s gone.”Everything stilled.“What the fuck do you mean, ‘gone’?” My voice didn’t rise, it didn’t need to. The sharp edge in it could slice steel.Rafael exhaled. “Bianca. She was ambushed—two blocks from the safehouse. Three shots to the chest. Clean. Professional.”My jaw locked. The room tilted for a second.“Where’s the body?”“Cremated,” he said, voice low. “Locals were already on scene by the time our men arrived. We pulled security footage. Emilio’s men. There’s no doubt.”I closed my eyes. Three seconds. That’s all I allow
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EMILIOThe man across from me was trembling, and not from the cold.I liked that.I lit a cigarette, the tip glowing like a dying star. The smoke curled upward, slow and deliberate, a quiet reminder that time was never on anyone’s side but mine.“She’s outlived her purpose,” I said simply, flicking ash into a crystal tray.Santos swallowed hard. “You’re sure you want to—?”My eyes snapped to his, and he flinched.“You questioning me, Santos?”“No, sir. Never.” He straightened, pretending he had a spine. “Just… she’s been with us a long time. Bianca’s—”“—a liability,” I cut in, calm as ice. “She thinks sleeping with secrets makes her safe. But when loyalty starts to waiver, the only thing keeping someone alive is their silence.”I stood, smoothing the sleeves of my jacket. “She knows too much. She talks to the wrong people. She’s already aligned herself with Morretti. You really think I’m going to wait for her to slip a blade between my ribs?”Santo
Bound To The Mafia Chapter 120
ISADORA The garden was silent again, but something had shifted—warped. The kind of silence that came before a storm with teeth. Two weeks. That’s all I had left before I walked down an aisle with a man whose promises were carved in blood and devotion. Two weeks before I became Isadora Morretti in front of the world. I should’ve felt safe. Certain. But all I could feel was the slow, suffocating weight of everything we didn’t know tightening around my chest like a corset I couldn’t breathe in. Luca hadn’t let go of my hand. His grip wasn’t gentle—but it wasn’t cruel either. It was possessive. A silent vow wrapped in skin and bone: you’re mine, and I’ll destroy anyone who tries to take you from me. We walked back inside without speaking. Rafael was gone—smart. He knew Luca wouldn’t let the next conversation end in words. And if I wasn’t careful, the next time they stood in the same room, it’d end with a body. Two weeks. I stared at the
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ISADORAThe garden door creaked behind me, and I froze.I didn’t need to turn. I felt him—the weight of his presence pressing against my spine like a blade just shy of the skin. Luca.His footsteps were slow, deliberate, like he had all the time in the world to dismantle me.“How long have you been standing there?” I asked, without facing him.“Long enough,” he said.His voice cut through the silence like it always did—sharp, low, lethal. “Long enough to hear Rafael dodge every truth like it might bite him.”I turned then, meeting his gaze. The look in his eyes was unreadable, but his jaw—tight, twitching—spoke volumes.“So,” I said quietly, “you know.”“That he and Bianca are running their own game?” Luca’s voice dropped a notch. “Yeah, princess. I got that loud and fucking clear.”He stepped closer. Too close. His gaze pinned me where I stood, and I felt the heat of it all the way down to my bones.“What I don’t know,” he murmured, “is why you didn’
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ISADORAThe garden was quiet—too quiet. The kind of quiet that made your skin itch, like the calm before something cracked.Rafael stood near the far edge, his posture deceptively relaxed, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a glass of something dark. He didn’t look up as I approached, but I knew he felt me. He always did.“I need to ask you something,” I said, stepping into his shadow.“Isadora.” He nodded once, without looking away from the trees. “You’ve been asking a lot of questions lately.”“And you’ve been giving a lot of half-answers.”He glanced at me then, just a flicker of his gaze, like a warning. But I didn’t back down.“I know about Bianca,” I said.His brow arched, just slightly. “What about her?”“She’s working for Luca. Feeding him information about Emilio. Don’t bother denying it.”“I wouldn’t,” Rafael said smoothly. “Because you’re right.”My heartbeat stuttered. I hadn’t expected him to admit it so easily.“What I don’t un
