LOGIN7RaffaeleA good man follows the rules.A great man follows himself.You don’t get to where I am by being good.“No, don’t kill him,” I said into the phone to Theo.“But he’s so annoying,” Theo whined from the other end of the line. “And he literally shit and pissed his pants.”Oh, for fuck’s sake.“Theo, do not kill the dean of this university, and send Ronan with the car in twenty minutes,” I growled into the phone before hanging up.I still maintained a smile as students from the hall waved at me, some thanking me for my amazing speech.Of course, I wasn’t a former student of this university.I didn’t even go to school in Italy.I’d offered the dean money to make me a guest speaker. He refused.So I chose the route I knew best.All that mattered was that I ended up on her campus without standing out too much.“Emilia, stop walking so fast. I can’t keep up in these heels,” I heard a voice call behind me.I turned around as soon as I heard her name.“My dad’s coming to Italy, and I
6EmiliaI'm a shitty person.I was on the phone with my boyfriend and my mind kept drifting to moments I shared with another man.“So basically we had all these buildings and—” Adrián’s voice droned on from the other end of the phone.I murmured at the right moments, though my attention had already slipped. My eyes traced the room from the bed, to the chair to the nightstand.And there it was.The vibrator Nora had bought me gleamed like a quiet promise my body noticed before my mind could. “Totally,” I responded to whatever Adrián said, while my hand stretched toward the vibrator. The moment my fingers brushed it, heat pooled low in my stomach.This wasn’t cheating, right? I just needed something, anything, to replicate the rush I felt that night.I pressed the toy against my wetness, groaning as the vibrations pulsed through me.No, this wasn’t cheating. I was just exploring myself. Besides, I was chasing a feeling, not a person.My hips rolled instinctively, grinding down onto i
5Raffaele I planned to get shot.A stupid idea for most men… but then again, I’m not most men.“Anaesthetic?” the nurse asked.I shook my head.“No.”The nurse didn’t push me. Besides , I don’t pay her the amount I do to be questioned.I always needed to feel every ounce of the pain.Emilia hovered beside the bed, chewing her fingernails like they might save her life.“Why does a cashier at a furniture store know how to take out a bullet wound?” she asked, her eyes darting everywhere.The store was an obvious front , at least to people like me.I had places like this scattered all over Italy, each one quietly feeding my real business.I said nothing. The nurse pressed the forceps into my shoulder, the metal digging into torn flesh as she began to extract the bullet.I didn’t flinch. Not even a twitch.Instead, my eyes were on Emilia.She looked a bit rough with messy hair and smudged makeup—the aftermath of the explosions I set in motion with my own hands. The way she shifted, unaw
4Emilia "Nora" I tapped my best friend, but she was already distracted, shoving her tongue down the throat of yet another stranger. My rebellion was already draining me.My breasts were practically exposed in the dress Nora put me in, my feet were killing me from the heels, and the loud music was giving me a headache.It was a club disguised as a party.I missed my quiet study sessions and my room.“Screw this,” I muttered, heading for the exit.I’d just wait in the car until Nora finished whatever she came here to do. I had the keys anyway.“Come on beautiful, let’s dance,” a shirtless guy lunged at me, but I moved away just as he reached for my waist.“I have a boyfriend,” I said, finally sighing in relief when I hit the fresh air outside.My father had granted me a bit of independence with no bodyguards here in Italy. It was his way of apologizing for the forceful relocation and honestly I didn’t even mind.At least I didn’t look strange with two big men standing behind me lik
3Emilia Am I really that unfuckable?“No, no… Emi , wait,” Adrián groaned, his hand circling my wrist just as my fingers slipped under the waistband of his jeans.“Why?” I whined, breathless and annoyed as I pulled away from his mouth.His dick was right there straining so hard against his jeans it looked like it wanted to rip through the fabric. A thick wet patch was already forming where his tip kept leaking for me and this man still had the audacity to push my hand away.Every. Single. Time. Like I signed up for a lifetime of teasing.I rolled off his lap with a scoff, my chest rising and falling in pure irritation.“I’m so sick of this.”His hair was messy from my hands,lips swollen from kissing me like he wanted to eat me alive… yet he still wouldn’t let me touch him.Eight years of dating, and we were still stuck at the start line. At this point, I felt like a grown woman trapped in a relationship with a guy who treated desire like it was a crime.And God, I was tired.“We ar
2Raffaele (rahf-FAH-eh-leh)“Dispose of their bodies,” I said to my men, using a towel to clean my knife, still stained with their blood.I can’t help what I am. A killer. Violence raised me, and expectation perfected me.The blood on my hands wasn’t shame, it was proof.“Yes, sir,” they chorused, already moving expertly.Those who made mistakes under my reign didn’t live long enough to correct them.I headed straight for my bedroom door, already knowing what waited behind it.Two naked girls.My pulse still thrummed from the kill. A part of me should have felt something else but there was nothing.I always needed to release tension after a kill.And more often than not, I preferred it to be sexual.My footsteps echoed down the hall, and I deliberately avoided the framed photos of my father and brother. They were reminders of what had been lost, reminders of why I carried this life alone and I didn't need to feel the guilt right now. Not today. The hall was minimalist and quiet,







