ログインLia’s POVI led him down the hall and into the bedroom, keeping my fingers laced with his the whole way. The curtains were half drawn, letting in a muted gray light that made the room feel hushed. The bed was neatly made, the sheets smooth and cool-looking. I guided him to the edge of the mattress and made him sit. The bed dipped slightly under his weight. He didn’t resist. He just sat there, looking down at the floor for a second before lifting his eyes to me.I stepped closer and rested my hands lightly on his shoulders for a moment before reaching for his suit jacket. The fabric was smooth and still held a little of the outdoor coolness. He let me slide it off his shoulders carefully, and I let my hands linger a second longer on his upper arms as I did. I laid the jacket over the chair near the window. Then I loosened his tie, working the knot free with both hands. The silk was soft between my fingers as I pulled it gently from around his neck. My fingertips brushed the warm skin a
Lia’s POVDante didn’t answer right away. The quiet between them stretched. I could feel the tension in his body beside me, the way his shoulders stayed tight under his suit jacket. The fabric of his sleeve brushed against my arm. The air around us felt heavier somehow. A few people nearby shifted, the soft sound of shoes on grass barely audible. Even the rustle of clothing seemed too loud. Somewhere farther off, a bird called once and then went silent again.Then he spoke, his voice low and flat.“It took one of your sons dying for you to come back.”Marissa looked taken aback, like she hadn’t expected him to speak at all. The dark glasses still hid her eyes, but her mouth parted slightly. For a second she seemed unsure what to do with her hands. She folded them, then unfolded them again, the movement small and restless. The perfect posture she had walked in with slipped just a little. A thin crease appeared between her brows.“You don’t understand,” she said, quieter now.Dante’s ja
Lia’s POVA few soft words were spoken by a man in a dark coat. His voice carried gently across the small group. Someone stepped forward and placed a cluster of white flowers near the casket. The petals looked almost too bright against the polished wood. Victor stood very still beside me, his hand still holding mine. Dante’s grip had grown tighter. I could feel the tension in both of them, the same heavy silence they had carried in the car now settling deeper around us. No one spoke unless they had to. The quiet felt thick.And then a woman arrived.I noticed her before anyone else did, I think, because I happened to be facing that direction.She was coming up the narrow path from the drive with slow, deliberate steps — not hurrying, not apologizing for being late, just walking at exactly the pace she’d decided to walk. She looked to be in her early fifties. She was wearing a black gown, floor-length, and even from a distance I could tell it was expensive; the fabric moved around her
Lia’s POVDante walked in, already dressed in a black suit, the jacket hanging open over a white shirt. His left arm still moved a little stiffly, but he looked stronger than he had in weeks. The lighter wrap on his shoulder was mostly hidden by the suit. He stopped when he saw us and held up the dark tie in his good hand. There was a quiet heaviness in his face too, the same one Victor carried.“I need help with this, baby” he said.I walked over to him. The moment I was close enough, he reached out with his good arm, caught me gently by the waist, and pulled me in until I was standing right against him. His hand stayed warm against my side as I took the tie from him. I could feel the solid heat of his body through the thin shirt, and the way he held me a little tighter than usual. I looped the tie around his neck, working carefully so I wouldn’t bump his healing shoulder. He watched my face the whole time, quiet and steady. His thumb moved once against my waist in a small, absent ci
Lia’s POVIt’s been a month.Victor and Dante were both feeling a lot better. Victor had been discharged from the hospital a week ago, and the color had finally started coming back to his face. He moved slower than before, but he was steady on his feet again. Some mornings I still caught him pressing a hand against his side where the wound had been, like he was checking that it was really closed. Dante’s arm was almost completely healed. The thick bandages were gone, replaced by a lighter wrap that he only wore at night now. He could use his hand for most things again. The deep ache in his shoulder still showed sometimes when he reached too high or turned too fast, but he no longer winced with every small motion. There were days he almost looked like himself again.We all stayed in Victor’s mansion instead of the penthouse.The mansion where Rob had shot him.It was a big, quiet place with high ceilings and lon
Lia’s POVI sat carefully on the edge of the bed beside him, still holding his hand. Matteo leaned his head against Dante’s good side, his small body finally starting to relax. Lola stayed silent at the window, her arms crossed, looking out at the dark city. For a few quiet minutes, with Dante looking at me like I was the only steady thing in the room, I let myself breathe.His fingers stayed loose around mine. Every so often his thumb brushed slowly across my knuckles, like he needed the contact to stay grounded. His eyes were still a little glassy from the pain medication, soft in a way that made my chest ache. He kept glancing at me, then at Matteo, then back at me again, as if checking that we were both still real.The hospital room was dim except for the soft light above the bed. The air smelled clean and sharp, like antiseptic mixed with the faint scent of the soap they used on the sheets. Somewhere down the hall a cart rattled pa
Lia’s POVHis words hit me hard. Like cold water thrown in my face. Like being slapped.I froze. My whole body went stiff. Those words kept repeating in my head. Like a little slut. Like a little slut. Like a little slut.The warm feelings I'd had—the wanting, the desire—all disappeared in a second
Lia's POV“Fuck, you’re still so tight,” he groaned. “Even after everything we’ve done to you tonight. This ass was made to be fucked.”He stayed like that, not moving any deeper, just letting me feel the thick head of his cock sitting inside my ass while I trembled underneath him. Every few second
Lia's POV"I know," Dante said. "But I still feel responsible somehow. Like maybe if I'd done more, been a better example, he would have turned out differently. Would have treated you better.""Or maybe some people just are who they are regardless of what others do," I suggested. "You can't take re
Lia's POVThe dream always started the same way.A man came into my bedroom. The door opened slowly with a creak. I heard his footsteps on the wooden floor. Heavy steps that made the floor groan. I never saw his face—it was always hidden in shadow, like the darkness covered him on purpose. But I co







