LOGINÈ iniziato, vero? — It’s started, right? “Allora è ora. Tua madre ti porterà quando lo scoprirà. Hai paura?” — "Then it's time. Your mother will take you when she finds out. Are you afraid?" Come ti chiami? — What’s your name? È ora di andare, Ornella. — It's time to go, Ornella. Non hai scelta. — You have no choice. Mi dispiace, Donna. Questa è la nostra tradizione. È il nostro pane e burro. Lei non sopravviverà se non lavora. — I'm sorry, Donna. This is our tradition. It's our bread and butter. She won't survive if she doesn't work. Non mi interessa la tua tradizione — I don't care about your tradition.
RHYS’S POV The room stayed silent after I spoke. Damon’s expression remained as flat as it was before. “Is this a joke?” I didn’t respond. I never remember the moments during a blackout, but for some reason, I remember seeing her exactly how she looked when I was fourteen. If she was real, sh
RHYS’S POV [TW: Graphic violence] EARLIER SAME DAY “I don’t want to get involved with politicians.” “My boss would think the mafia and politics are the same thing,” the representative said. “We have more in common than you think, Don.” Vani poured whiskey into the glasses on the table. The re
FIORELLA’S POV I lifted a brow. “You really don’t remember?” “I don’t.” From the confused look on his face, he seemed honest. In that case, he didn’t have to know. “You hallucinated,” I said, thinking of a lie. “And… um…” Fucking work, brain! “We were stuck and almost died,” I continued. “Yo
FIORELLA’S POV I placed a cold, wet towel over Rhys’s temple. Throughout the drive back, all I could feel was guilt. No matter how much I tried to push it out of my mind, his words kept coming back to haunt me. A knock sounded on the door before Vani stepped in. “I’ll take it from here, Don
FIORELLA’S POV A shameless whimper escaped me. Rhys’s mouth was warm around my taut nipple, and he pressed his face into my chest as he grazed it with his teeth. Pleasure shot through me, leaving goosebumps scattered across my skin. “Ahh…” He groaned and sucked harder, grinding against my cor
FIORELLA’S POV I’d never felt so helpless in my life. I heard gunshots erupting from the balcony, saw the guests running to their cars, and to make things worse, thunder sounded overhead. A storm could roll in any second now. And I still didn’t know how else to get through to Rhys. “She’s dea







