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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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LUCAThe hot water scalded my skin, but I let it. Let the heat wash over me, searing away the remnants of sleep, of Isadora’s warmth, of the momentary softness that had no place in my world.Marcello Fiori was dead.The weight of it settled in my chest, mixing with the fury still burning there from Rafael’s news about Laura. Someone was making moves. Someone thought they could send a message through Isadora’s friend, and now, Fiori turning up dead? It wasn’t a coincidence.I braced my hands against the tile, the water pounding against my back. Focus. I needed to think, to stay ahead. Fiori had enemies—so did I. But if this was connected, if this was a prelude to something bigger…I exhaled sharply and shut off the water.By the time I stepped out of the bathroom, the scent of coffee and something warm drifted through the air. My stomach tightened, reminding me I hadn’t eaten since… hell, I didn’t even remember.Dressing quickly, I moved downstairs, my body still coiled with tension. B
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LUCARafael’s expression told me everything before he even spoke. Whatever he had to say, it wasn’t good.I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly before pushing off the table. Isadora’s warmth lingered against my skin, her presence grounding in a way I wasn’t ready to acknowledge. But I had no choice now—reality had a way of shoving itself in.“Stay here,” I told her, my voice lower than I intended. It wasn’t a request.She didn’t argue, but the look she gave me made it clear she wasn’t happy about it. I didn’t wait for her to push back before following Rafael out of the kitchen, down the hallway, and into my office.The moment the door shut behind us, he tossed an envelope onto my desk. It landed with a soft thud, but the weight of it felt like a damn grenade.“No return address,” Rafael said. His jaw was tight, his usual smirk nowhere to be found. “Delivered an hour ago.”I didn’t move right away. Just stared at the envelope, a deep, gnawing sensation curling in my gut. Then I
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LUCAThe basement was cold, the kind of cold that seeped into your bones and made a home there. The air was thick—damp concrete, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of blood. A single overhead bulb flickered, casting jagged shadows against the stone walls.Alicia sat slumped in the chair, wrists bound, her lip split. Her once-pristine blouse clung to her skin, stained with sweat and something colder—fear. She barely lifted her head when I stepped inside, but her eyes flickered with something. Exhaustion. Defiance. Maybe even relief.Rafael leaned against the wall, arms crossed, silent. We both knew why we were here.I pulled up a chair, settling in front of her, elbows on my knees. "You look like hell."Alicia let out a breathy laugh, empty and brittle. "I've had better days."I studied her—the bruises, the sharp edges of her face, the way her fingers trembled slightly against the bindings. “You know why I’m here.”She nodded, slow and deliberate. "And you know what I'm going to say."
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ISADORA I stared at the test in my hands, my pulse pounding in my ears. Two lines. Clear. Undeniable. Pregnant. A strange mix of disbelief and fear curled inside me, tangling with something else—something I wasn’t ready to name. I’d suspected it, of course. The nausea, the exhaustion, the way my body felt different in ways I couldn’t quite explain. But seeing the confirmation in front of me made it real. I gripped the edge of the nightstand, my knuckles white. “I can’t tell him.” Bianca sat across from me, arms folded, expression unreadable. “You don’t have to decide that right now.” But I did. Luca was already stretched thin, hunting Costa, tearing through the city in search of answers. He came home late, barely spoke, and when he did, his mind was somewhere else. This? This would drag him back into my orbit, pull his focus in a way I wasn’t sure I was ready for. Because Luca didn’t just protect what was his—he owned it. Controlled it. If he knew I was carrying his child, wh
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ISADORA The phone felt heavier in my hand than it should have. I hesitated before dialing, my heart pounding harder with each ring. When Laura finally answered, I almost forgot how to breathe. “Isa?” The sound of her voice sent a rush of emotion through me. My grip on the phone tightened. “Yeah. It’s me.” A long pause. “I was starting to think I’d never hear from you again.” Guilt twisted in my chest. “I’m sorry,” I said, my voice quieter than I intended. “Luca wouldn’t let me call. He said it would compromise your safety.” Another beat of silence. Then, a sigh. “I get it. He’s probably right.” I rubbed my temple, exhaustion pressing down on me. “Still… I should have found a way sooner.” Laura didn’t immediately respond, and for a second, I thought I’d lost the connection. But then, her voice came through, softer this time. “How are you?” I swallowed hard, debating how much to say. “Laura, I’m pregnant.” Silence. Then, a sharp inhale. “You’re what?” “Pregnant.”
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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 124
ISADORALuca 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 again.”Luca didn’t look u
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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
Bound To The Mafia Chapter 121
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
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ISADORAThe 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 calendar in our bedroom, 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’
Bound To The Mafia Chapter 118
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
Bound To The Mafia Chapter 117
ISADORAI woke to his arms still around me. Tight. Protective. Possessive in the way only Luca could be—like even in sleep, he refused to let me drift too far.His chest rose and fell against my back, steady, grounding. The storm had passed, but its echo lingered. Not in words—but in everything else. The way he’d touched me last night… it wasn’t just desire.It was a claim.I slipped out from under him slowly, quietly, needing a moment to breathe, to think without his heat crawling under my skin and clouding my judgment.I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, staring at the bruises on my collarbone—not cruel ones, not painful. Just reminders. A map of where his hands had been. A silent vow written in the language only we understood.He knew now.Everything.But something inside me still twisted—because I hadn’t told him the rest.I hadn’t told him that Emilio—Adrian—wasn't just part of my past.He was circling again.And I could feel it.N
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ISADORAHe knew.Not everything—God, not yet—but enough to make my breath catch as he stepped into the kitchen like a shadow wrapped in silk. His presence didn’t just fill the room—it claimed it, like oxygen suddenly belonged to him, and I was trespassing just by breathing it.And when he looked at me?Not through me.Not around me.At me.Like I was the only thing that existed between heaven and hell.“What's going to change, tesoro?”The word burned more than it soothed.Tesoro.His treasure.He always said it like a vow, like a warning. As if calling me that meant I didn’t get to break, didn’t get to run, didn’t get to hide. His treasure wasn’t allowed secrets. Not without a cost.I clenched the cup too hard. My fingers trembled. My throat tightened with all the words I should say but couldn’t. Not yet. Not while the truth still tasted like betrayal in my mouth.Because how the hell do you tell your husband that the man who saved you years ago
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