LOGINI stepped further into the room, closing the door behind me. Raymond’s icy blue eyes tracked every single move I made, staring at me like a predator eyeing its favorite meal."Where the hell have you been?" Raymond asked, taking a slow drag from his cigarette and blowing the gray smoke directly toward the ceiling.I rolled my eyes, walking right past him toward the small wooden table in the corner. "None of your damn business."He scoffed, flicking his cigarette ash onto the filthy carpet. "If you're going to come in here throwing a pathetic attitude, you shouldn't have come at all, Enzo."My eyes narrowed into tight, dangerous slits. I turned around and walked straight up to him.Raymond towered over me. He was taller, broader, with huge shoulders wrapped in that tailored suit, but his massive size didn't scare me for a second. I stopped right in front of his chest, glaring up at him with a cold smirk."Oh, please," I scoffed, my tone dripping with pure arrogance. "If I hadn't come,
After seven long days, the door finally unlocked, and I was dragged out to be presented to my father in his office.I could barely walk. My feet dragged on the carpet, my skin was deathly pale, and my eyes were completely dry. I couldn't make a sound even if I tried.Don Giordano sat behind his massive mahogany desk. He leaned forward, grabbing my chin with his large, rough fingers, turning my face side to side as he examined my features.A cruel, sharp grin spread across his face. "Well, well... look at that. This one actually looks more like me than the others."I couldn't move. I just stared at him with empty eyes."Take him," the old man ordered the guards. "Clean him up, feed him, and treat his wounds. He'll join the games in a few years."I didn't know what the games meant, and I didn't care. I wasn't happy to be let out. I didn't care that the rat bites didn't hurt anymore. The only thing occupying my mind was Dante.It was a servant in the kitchen who finally told me what had
I remembered just staring at Dante back then.He had barely spoken a single word to me. He just wiped the dried blood off my face, cleaned the infected rat bites on my arms, and pushed that dry crust of bread toward my mouth.I was so weak I couldn't even chew properly. I was terrified, my mind completely twisted by everything that had happened. For a six-year-old kid, I wasn't supposed to be thinking the things I was thinking. I wasn't supposed to feel so hollow.Back when my mother was still alive, I remembered my kindergarten teachers pulling her aside into the hallway. They told her I was exceptionally brilliant, that my test scores were far above any of my peers. They said I had a complex, unusual mind. But they didn't know the truth. They didn't know that even back then, I was fascinated by death. I loved to hurt small things, loved watching insects squirm in pain, and loved the strange beauty of seeing something break. But at the same time, I was absolutely terrified of feel
WARNING ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ Elements Of Suicidal Thoughts And Child Abuse, So Proceed With Caution……~ Lorenzo's POV ~I hate pain.Well... that’s not entirely true. I hate feeling pain. The dull, thumping ache in your muscles, the burning heat on your skin, the sickening drop in your chest…I despise all of it. But I love watching it. I love watching it bloom on someone else's face, watching their eyes dilate when they realize they can't escape it. Pain is the only thing in this miserable world that makes people entirely honest.I hummed a light, toneless melody as I walked down the stone steps of the mansion, my sneakers clicking softly against the concrete. The heavy iron gates slammed shut behind me with a loud thud.“I guess that's that.” I grinned. Just then, my phone vibrated in my hand. I glanced at the screen to read the text from the unsaved number.-Where the hell are you? I'm fucking hard and waiting-A small, amused smile touched my lips. I didn't bother typing a reply. I just shov
"What the hell are you playing at now, Enzo?!" Laurent snapped, his voice shrill with mounting panic.Lorenzo’s eyes sharpened into two deadly points. He didn't even look at Laurent, his gaze drifted past us, locking directly onto Victor, who was slowly inching backward into the shadows."I can't let you get on that cargo ship," Lorenzo said, his voice terrifyingly calm."Why?" Laurent demanded, taking a step toward him. "Are you going to snitch on us? Are you going to call Dante?"Lorenzo shook his head softly, a faint, amused hum leaving his nose. "No. I'm stopping you because that cargo ship is currently crawling with armed federal officers. They're waiting at the secondary hatch to arrest the cop the moment he steps on board."Lorenzo slowly tilted his head, pointing a slender finger toward Victor. "Because your trusted contact over there sold your coordinates to the police chief half an hour ago."Laurent and I both froze, our eyes blowing wide in shock. My stomach dropped. Victo
The name Giordano echoed like a death sentence as my heart plunged straight into my stomach, a sharp spike of terror paralyzing my limbs. My mind instantly conjured images of Dante standing in the fog with his gun drawn, dark eyes burning with rage and betrayal.“Shit!” I hissed as I whipped around instantly, instinctively pulling Steph behind my back, my fingers digging into the grip of my gun.But the man standing under the yellow lamppost was not who I expected.It wasn't Dante. It wasn't Rocco either.I blinked, staring at the figure stepping out from between the towering steel shipping containers. He was clearly a Giordano…he carried that unmistakable, effortless grace and striking face but he looked significantly younger. They all had the same eyes and it was really pretty. He wore a faded black oversize hoodie, baggy dark jeans, and beat-up sneakers. His dark blonde hair was pulled back into a messy bun, with loose strands framing his jawline. A remarkably calm smile rested o
I leaned forward in the chair, my eyes cold. "I heard you entertained a certain Minister of Foreign Affairs last night," I stated, my voice devoid of emotion.Eve burst into a loud, theatrical laughter, before wiping an invisible tear from her eye. "Oh Dante darling! I think it's fair if I say I’m
My chest was heaving, and the anger was choking me in my throat. With a snarl, I slammed my fist onto the desk. The expensive wood shuddered, but the impact only rattled the frustration deep in my bones.“Fuck!” I cussed annoyed. "Boss please don't be upset," Antonio's voice came through the haze
Rocco sauntered into the study, the door slamming with unnecessary force. He walked recklessly then dropped into the armchair opposite my desk, throwing his feet up onto the table surface. “Welcome home.” Antonio offered but was very well ignored.Rocco fixed his golden eyes on me, a peculiar frow
~ Dante's POV ~I couldn't sleep. I sat on my private balcony overlooking the estate, the cool pre dawn air biting at my bare chest. The only company I allowed myself was the curling white smoke of my cigar. I puffed slowly, letting the sweet smell fill my nostrils, trying to focus my scattered tho







