LOGINRocco blinked, his eyes widening in genuine surprise as he stared at me. For a second, everywhere was silent, the motor idling softly beneath us."You... want to go to the mansion?" Rocco asked, his rough voice filled with disbelief.I swallowed hard, forcing my panic down and quickly stringing together a lie. "Yes. I... I just want to spend one night with you, Rocco. Really spend time with you without worrying about my work or your schedule.” I forced out.“Plus, you mentioned your younger brother came back from Paris, right? I want to meet your family."Rocco groaned loudly, throwing his head back against the leather headrest. "Trust me, Zayn, you do not want to meet Lorenzo. That kid is a bratty, annoying little shit who spends half his time begging for attention and the other half driving Dante insane.” He started complaining. “He looks cute, but he's a massive pain in the ass.""I still want to meet him," I said softly, offering him a pleading look. “Please babe, don't you want m
Raymond took two slow steps into my living room, looking around the small space with a disgusted scowl on his face. He flicked a speck of dust off his expensive sleeve, his icy blue eyes sweeping over my furniture like it was trash."Where's Orion?" Raymond asked, his deep voice breaking through the quiet room.I swallowed hard, forcing my trembling hands down to my sides as I stood near the edge of the couch. I took a slow breath, trying to keep my voice completely calm and even. "He's asleep in his room."Raymond shifted his gaze back to me, his cold blue eyes narrowing as he took in my pale face. "Give me an update. What's your progress with Rocco?""I'm working on it," I replied quietly, keeping my head slightly lowered. "Rocco trusts me completely now. He brings me around, he listens to me, and he's dropped his guard."Raymond let out a sharp, impatient growl, taking a step closer until his massive frame towered right over me. "I don't give a damn about your little love story, Za
~ Zayn’s POV ~Ever since Rocco and I became a thing, I had been walking on eggshells.Every single day felt like stepping across thin glass, waiting for the moment it would shatter beneath my feet. I was supposed to be happy. Anyone in my position would be overjoyed. But a person as filthy, ruined, and broken as me had never deserved any kind of happiness at all, no matter how little. Yet, like a fool, I had let myself fall. I had allowed myself to taste a little bit of joy, even though I knew it was all borrowed time and it would eventually have to end tragically. I adjusted the collar of my shirt, staring out the window of my small apartment as the morning sun crept over the horizon, my mind was blank at the moment. Then a car honk outside the apartment got my attention. A soft smile instantly bloomed across my face at the sound of that familiar engine outside.Rocco was early. He was always early.I rushed outside, holding Orion, by his little hand. The moment we stepped outsid
I glanced over my shoulder into the parlor. Rocco was gently holding Zayn's hand, softly telling him he was going to show him around the garden to help him relax. Zayn nodded with a timid, sweet smile.I shook my head, turned around, and walked up the stairs to my bedroom.I locked my door, pulled out my phone, and typed a quick message to Laurent.-You're being way too dramatic-A minute later, Laurent replied.-I have to act dramatic, Enzo! If I don't throw a fit after having my house raided, Dante will know something is wrong!-I rolled my eyes, typing back. -Keep it up then. It's better for all of us if Marco is distracted trying to baby you-Laurent sent another text back immediately.-I hope you know what you're doing, Lorenzo. Just make sure Liam and Steph stay safe-I read the message, scoffed in irritation, and didn't bother replying. I tossed the phone onto my nightstand, kicked off my shoes, and threw myself onto the bed, staring up at the dark ceiling.That night, I could
"Are you fucking out of your mind?" Dante’s roar blasted through the hallway as he stood in the middle of the living room, his face dark with rage. "You just vanish into thin air without a single guard, turning off your phone like a spoiled brat! I swear to God, you are stressing me out so much I am going to ship your useless ass right back to Paris on the next private jet!"I didn't utter a single word. I lowered my head, biting my lower lip and clasping my hands tightly behind my back, looking like a trembling, pitiful puppy about to be kicked.Standing behind Dante, Marco caught my eye and subtly raised two fingers, signaling me to keep my mouth shut.I knew why Dante was on a total rampage. He was losing his mind because he still hadn't found William. The lack of control was eating him alive from the inside out, and I just happened to be the easiest target to vent his frustration on.Once Dante finally took a breath, I raised my head slowly, looking up at him with wide, shiny, in
The tires of my SUV crunched over the gravel driveway as I pulled up to the estate.I glanced around the courtyard and noticed Dante’s car wasn't here yet. I let out a soft, amused chuckle, leaning back against my seat for a second. “Thank you to my lucky stars,” I thought, grinning to myself. I had actually managed to beat Dante back home. If he had arrived before me, he would have dragged me into his study and grilled me like a criminal.However, parked near the fountain was Rocco's massive, rugged pickup truck. “Tch!” I hissed. Dante wasn't home yet but that brute was. I parked, hopped out of the car, and smoothed down my oversized hoodie. I greeted the two guards standing by the double doors with a bright, sunny wave. "Morning, boys! Lovely day, isn't it?"They nodded respectfully, stepping aside. I practically bounced through the front entrance, my mood soaring as I shouted at the top of my lungs right from the entrance."Rocco! Oh, big brother! Where the hell are you?""Shut t
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
I burst into the closest bathroom I could find, slamming the stall door behind me. I was panting heavily, my reflection a wild eyed, sweaty mess in the mirror. I closed my eyes and leaned against the cold tiles, gripping my already half risen erection.“Fucking…fucks!” I didn't even know what to sa
My back was screaming for help. After a long day of tedious cross referencing, checking factory invoices against grape yields, and reconciling quarterly supply reports…I finally found a dusty wooden crate to collapse onto. I sighed, letting my head fall back against the cold warehouse wall. It was


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