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2026-03-22 08:14:32
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FALLING FOR THE WRONG BROTHER: THIRTY DAYS IN HELL Don’s property.
Luca Mariani PovEverything happens fast.The curtain moves and Matteo steps in fully and the air in the room changes immediately. The man beside me scrambles back, sheet pulled to his chest, eyes going wide with the specific terror of someone who recognises a face they didn't expect to see here."Don Rossi—"Matteo doesn't look at him. He looks at me."Get out," he says, quiet. Almost bored.The man is already reaching for his clothes. Hands shaking, trousers inside out, shoes held rather than worn. He's moving for the curtain when Matteo's hand comes up.The gun appears from nowhere. Matteo raises it slowly, almost lazily, turning it once near his mouth like he's thinking. The man freezes completely."I didn't know," he says. Voice cracking. "Don Rossi I swear I didn't know he was your property. If I had known I would never have crossed. You know I respect—""Before I turn to your direction….," Matteo says.“Grazie Don. Grazie Capo.”. The man genuflets and nods so fast it looks pain
FALLING FOR THE WRONG BROTHER: THIRTY DAYS IN HELL A life of my own.
Luca Mariani POVThe dialysis ward smells like antiseptic and I hate this smell. I've hated it for two years and I hate it the same amount every single time.My mother is in the third bed from the window. She looks smaller than last week. She always looks smaller than last week. Her eyes find me the moment I push through the door and something in her face lifts."You came.""I said I would."I pull the chair close and sit. Her hand is cool when I take it. The machine beside her hums steady and indifferent, doing the work her kidneys stopped doing."You look tired," she says."I'm fine.""Luca.""I'm fine, Mama."She looks at me with squinteed by steady eyes. I look back at her and keep my face easy because that's what I do in this room. I keep it easy and I stay an hour and I don't let her see the number I'm about to hand over at the billing desk.Sofia is in the corner chair with her phone. Twenty two years old, dark hair like mine, earphones in. She pulls one out when she notices me
FALLING FOR THE WRONG BROTHER: THIRTY DAYS IN HELL Big brother warnings
Alessandro's Pov."Thursday works. Send the brief to my assistant by noon and we'll go from there."I end the call and push the living room door open.Matteo is already there.He sits in the armchair by the window, one leg crossed over the other, a cigarette burning between two fingers. The ashtray on the side table has one stub already. The vodka glass beside it is half empty. The lamp behind him throws everything into sharp relief, his jaw, his stillness, the way he looks at me when I walk in like he's been waiting.He probably has been."Sit."I drop my phone into my pocket. "I just got back.""I know. Sit down, Alessandro."I sit. Not because he told me to. Because I know that tone and fighting it from the doorway gets nobody anywhere.Rosa comes in from the kitchen, quiet on her feet, refills his glass without being asked and disappears again. Matteo watches the cigarette burn for a moment."How well do you know Luca?"The question lands flat in the middle of the room.I look at
FALLING FOR THE WRONG BROTHER: THIRTY DAYS IN HELL The man behind the curtains
Matteo Rossi POVI go very still.It's Luca. No mistaking it. The curve of his neck, the way his dark hair falls just so over his forehead when he's focused. He's shirtless, skin pale under the vanity lights, muscles shifting as he adjusts something on the counter—a bottle of oil, maybe, or lotion. His pants hang low on his hips, revealing the dimples at the base of his spine. He's humming softly, some tune I don't recognize, oblivious to the world beyond this curtain.What the fuck is he doing here?My mind races back to two weeks ago. When I'd walked in on him at his apartment with a man. My younger brother Alessandro off sulking somewhere or probably reliving his emotions with the hope of a new found lover. I don't quite understand his relationship with Alessandro that's excluding him mentioning being together. But since he is seeing my spiraling brother, he has to stay put before more damages will be done. He'd nodded, eyes wide, promising he understood. He didn't look so earnest
FALLING FOR THE WRONG BROTHER: THIRTY DAYS IN HELL The Figure behind the curtain.
Matteo Rossi POV"Talk.""Warehouse three is fully stocked. The Bianchi shipment cleared customs yesterday, no complications." Marco keeps pace beside me without effort, tablet in hand, voice low. "The Torino casino reported a twelve percent revenue increase this quarter. The Naples one is down eight.""Why is Naples down?""Management issue. Ferretti's cousin has been skimming."I stop walking.The warehouse floor stretches ahead of us, upfront there's crates, forklifts, three of my men pausing their work just long enough to register my presence before looking away. Smart."Has he.""Since February.""And nobody thought to tell me until now."Marco says nothing. He knows better than to answer that."Handle it," I say. "Tonight. And replace him with someone whose loyalty I've actually verified.""Already have someone in mind.""Then why are you telling me instead of doing it."He nods once. Makes a note.We move.***The casino on Via Montenapoleone smells like old money and the air s
FALLING FOR THE WRONG BROTHER: THIRTY DAYS IN HELL My Secret.
Luca’s Pov.I sat at the edge of my bed drinking the bottle of Belvedere I found in the kitchen cabinet. I needed to calm myself from the afternoon indulgence, being a bit tipsy I could only think of the very simple fact that Matteo Rossi can go to hell.I pour two fingers. Drink it standing.Pour three more.I've had men try to keep me before; jealous ones, possessive ones, one particularly creative one who tried to buy me off from the club if I could provide both sluty and emotional services. I almost respect it.But, I can never. Not after Damiano. Not after I was left hanging on a thread. Not after I had vowed no emotional indulgence. I drop onto the couch, bottle in hand, feet up on the coffee table. The apartment is quiet. I don't give a F**K about whatever controlled intimidating things Matteo does at night. Sharpening his cufflinks probably.I take another pull directly from the bottle.Well, I don't scare easily. I've been in worse rooms than that warehouse with worse men t
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