MasukBiancaA commotion downstairs wakes me up. I haven't even gotten out of bed when Domenica walks into my room."What's happening, Dome?" I ask, alarmed."It's Remo. He's come to reinforce the security around the house on his father's orders. Apparently, there's a red alert because of what happened to Miss Arianna."She approaches and sits on my bed."I heard it was the Bratva," she whispers. "And that Mr. Enzo killed the Pakhan."I cover my mouth in shock."What?! This is worse than we thought, Dome. This is an outright declaration of war between the Bratva and Cosa Nostra.""That's right, ma'am. May God have mercy on us and let all of this end quickly."The Bratva has never been our ally, but each side has always stayed on its own territory, and nobody interfered with the other. Now, everything has changed.For the organization, and for me too.I spend the rest of the day pacing around the house. Men are constantly coming and going, and Remo seems restless, but as always, nobody tells
BiancaI stare at Fabrizio, struggling to process his words.Arianna.Kidnapped?For a moment, I can’t even find my voice.“What?” I finally manage to ask.“She’s been kidnapped,” he repeats, his expression growing darker.My stomach drops.“How? Who took her?”“I don’t know yet. Antonio is trying to find out what happened.”Fabrizio runs a hand over his face, clearly struggling to keep his emotions under control.I look at him, then at the phone still pressed against his ear.A few minutes ago, we were making promises, talking about leaving everything behind and starting a new life together. I was finally allowing myself to believe that happiness was possible.And now this.“Is she okay?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.Fabrizio doesn’t answer immediately, and that silence frightens me more than anything.He turns away slightly, listening to Antonio.“When did this happen?” he asks, his tone suddenly firm. “Where was she? Who was with her?”I watch him anxiously, waiting for
BiancaHe guides me back toward the door, kissing me passionately and setting every dormant fiber of my body on fire.The rough wooden surface begins catching in my hair, but I don’t care. Not when it’s him.His hands travel down my sides before reaching my buttocks, pulling me even closer to his body. I feel his hardness against my stomach, and the rational part of my brain tells me I should stop him. That this isn’t the place, that it’s too risky.But the part of me that loves him madly wants nothing more than his hands, his kisses, his body.He grabs my thighs and lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.“Not a single second has gone by without me thinking about you, B. Not one moment when I haven’t longed for you. You’ve gotten under my skin, into my bones, into my blood. You’re everything to me, and don’t ask me to keep going without you because I can’t anymore.”Now I’m the one devouring him. I bite his lips, intertwine my tongue with his, and r
BiancaNight is beginning to fall, and the weather is cold, but I don’t want to go inside the house. Those four walls remind me of the prison my life has become.At least Edoardo hasn’t returned. From what I hear, he was furious because they wouldn’t let him come for Thanksgiving, as if he actually cared about that kind of celebration. He only wanted to come and torture me. Apparently, that’s the only thing that truly makes him happy.Fortunately, Remo didn’t insist on the ridiculous idea of having dinner together, as though we were actually a happy family. He hasn’t approached me since the last time, and I hope things stay that way.I hear a noise coming from the bushes, and my pulse quickens, but I keep staring in that direction without seeing anything.It must be an animal, I think.I turn around to leave, but I’ve barely taken a couple of steps when I feel someone grab my arm. My first instinct is to scream, but a hand covers my mouth just as my back collides with a chest as hard
FabrizioI remain silent. Tylor isn't exactly the right person to discuss this with, yet she seems to be the only one interested."It's complicated.""Fuck, Fabrizio. Don't tell me this one's married too?"I don't answer, and she bursts out laughing. I rest my head against the back of the sofa and slide down a little."No, seriously. You never learn.""This time is different," I argue, although without much conviction."Why?"Because she loves me too.That's what I want to say, but I don't. I've already said too much."Forget it. There's no point talking about it.""Then come over here, and we won't talk. Let me help you forget, even if it's just for a little while.""It's a tempting offer, but I can't, Tylor."She sighs in frustration. I turn towards the garden door when I hear it open. Antonio approaches, holding two glasses, one in each hand."I have to go.""Fabrizio, think about it. I'll be waiting.""Goodbye."I hang up before she can insist any further."Anything important?" A
FabrizioThe cigarette smoke warms my cold body. I exhale and lean back against the sofa, watching the wind gently sway the garden swing.It must be beautiful to have a family.The thought comes with a deep sense of regret because, with each passing day, that possibility seems further out of reach. Perhaps I wasn't born for it. Perhaps I wasn't meant to be a husband, much less a father. Maybe I was simply born to be alone, watching everyone else find happiness while I make my way home by myself.After what happened with Ilaria, I thought I was fine with that. I thought I'd made peace with my loneliness and had even begun to enjoy it. But then she came along, stirring up things I'd believed were dead and planting feelings I never expected to have again.What could she be doing right now?It's supposed to be a day of giving thanks, and it would be unfair of me to say I have nothing to be grateful for, especially after having her all to myself, even if it was only for one day. I just hop
AriannaDerek lowered his hands, holding them up, and took a step back."Brother, I didn't know she was married, I swear to you. She didn't say anything, and she's not wearing a ring.""I am not your brother, you damned son of a bitch," he snarled, pressing the gun harder against the back of his he
AriannaI wanted him gone, as far away from me as possible. I shoved at his chest again, but Enzo was immovable, solid as stone and my effort only seemed to amuse him. His low, mocking laugh made my blood boil.“Get away!” I shouted, this time balling my fist and striking him.But before I could re
Enzo's Pov I leave the house with a weight pressing on my chest. I told myself this marriage would be simple—a contract, a façade—but Arianna’s face when she saw Sasha’s photograph won’t leave my mind. I’d expected annoyance, maybe even resentment. That I could live with. But sadness? Real sadness
AriannaThe lobby was buzzing when Enzo and I stepped out of the elevator. Not with the usual background noise of a hotel, but with something heavier—guards at every corner, eyes scanning every movement. The kind of atmosphere that made even the air feel like it had to ask permission to move.My ey







