LOGINMatteo sat on the cold basement floor, his back pressed against an old metal shelf close to the garage entrance. His shirt was halfway unbuttoned, and the air smelled of dust, engine oil, and spilled alcohol. A small bottle of whiskey dangling loosely in his fingers.His eyes were red, not from the alcohol alone, but from everything he was going through like his world was crashing before him.“I don’t know what to do anymore,” Matteo muttered, his voice slow and shaky. He raised the bottle inside his mouth again, swallowing the whiskey like someone who had been thirsty for ages. “My father… he doesn’t even believe in me. Not even for one second does he see me as a man.”Valentina knelt beside him, her arms wrapped around herself for warmth. She wasn’t drunk. She wasn’t crying. She was studying him—his pain, his weakness, the cracks in him she could use for her own advantage.But Matteo wasn’t paying attention to any of that. He tilted his head back against the wall and let out a bitte
It’s been a long time since Dante had ever asked his driver to increase the car speed that fast. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tight, as Dante had demanded, but with something close to relief. Dante’s chest rose and fell heavily as if every breath pushed out a little of the fear he had been carrying since Dominic’s accident. The sun and skyscrapers flashed past the window in long stripes, but he barely noticed anything. All his focus was on the fact that Dominic is awake.For the first time in a few weeks now, Dante’s shoulders relaxed. He even muttered to himself, “Finally. At least one thing is working out today in my favor.”Because with Dominic awake, the mess with the land deal could be fixed. The documents could be handled, the negotiations fixed , even contracts will be updated. Dominic was the smartest lawyer he had ever hired, and Dante knew it. He trusted him so much, at least in business.As the car parked at the hospital, he stepped out quickly, his shoes hitting
“You’re not my father, Bosco!”Dante’s voice echoed across the spacious sitting room like a gunshot.Bosco didn’t flinch. He sat in his wide leather chair like a king who had already predicted the fate of his kingdom. His men stood around him, armed and alert, but Bosco only lifted a brow, calm, confident, and annoyingly relaxed.Dante pointed a shaky finger at him. “You will never ever look like a father figure to me. Never. Not even in your next life. You’re just a rich mafia drug lord who picked me off the streets. And for that, I said thank you. I was loyal. I worked for you. But I don’t owe you two damn shits.”Bosco exhaled slowly, then snapped. “Enough! Young man, you can’t raise your voice at your father in front of my boys. Watch your tongue.”Marco and the other men behind Dante looked at each other. Dante’s chest rose and fell like he was fighting the urge to break something.Bosco leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. “You don’t believe me? Fine. I’ll bring you proof.
“Hey… can we talk?” Matteo asked quietly.Valentina turned to him slowly, her face pale from the long night without sleep. “Sure, yes. But make it quick.”They were standing opposite the same hallway leading to the balcony where everything exploded yesterday: the misunderstanding , the tension, Dante’s suspicion. Valentina kept looking around nervously, as if Dante’s shadow was still pacing around every corner of the house.Matteo looked around too, then lowered his voice. “Let’s talk inside my room. My father’s men might hear us out here… and you know they’re loyal to him even with their last drop of blood.”Valentina exhaled, nodding. “Okay…it’s fine.”They walked down the corridor toward Matteo’s room. The house was dead silent, but not a peaceful silence, more like a silence that felt they were being monitored, controlled, and dangerous. When Matteo opened his bedroom door and stepped aside for her to enter, Valentina paused, her eyes widening.“Wow…” she murmured.Her eyes glanc
“Listen to me carefully,” Dante said, stepping forward, his shadow swallowing her body. “You didn’t see anything in my room today. Nothing. If a single whisper of what happened comes out of any one around… you will be dead before you even open your eyes and close it again. Do you understand me?”Valentina was still on her knees, breathing in and out so fast, her palms sweating against the cold floor. Dante paced over her, his face bold and looking tight, his voice low but sharp enough to cut through bone.Valentina took a deep breath, her heart racing up her throat.“But I didn’t see anything, sir… everywhere was dark,” she stammered, shaking her head quickly. “I was scared inside there. I didn’t even know where I was.”Her voice cracked, not because she was lying, but because she truly didn’t know what that place was. That hidden hallway behind the painting felt like a grave.Dante stepped closer, too close.His eyes were like burning coals.“I don’t care what you think you saw or no
“Papa! Open this door!” Matteo’s voice cracked with anger and something harsh, something that sounded like disappointment and disgust. “I can hear you in there moaning like an animal. Who is it this time? Another girl from the club? Another poor girl you paid forcefully took from the parents to use like trash?”The hallway outside Dante’s bedroom door was very quiet excluding the loud, steady and annoying knocks that kept coming, one after the other, like someone trying to break Dante’s door down.Inside the room, Dante’s hips gave one last hard stroke, he was drowned deep in so much lust as he withdrew his dick from Valentina’s pussy,letting out a satisfying growl. As he poured hot sperms that spilled on her lower back and dripped down the curve of her ass. She stayed bent, holding the edge of the bed, her cheeks pressed into the sheets, letting out her breath so hard and fast, pretending the tremble running through her was only from pleasure.The loud knock on the door didn’t stop.







