로그인127RonanThe boss was a good-as-fuck liar when he was high, I’d give him that much.It was also, quite possibly, my fault the drugs had entered his system in the first place.Emilia would have barged through those doors by now if he’d breathed a word of what went down.“So, like... you and your boyfriend role-play with one of you being drug—” Enzo’s voice cut off into a guttural groan when one of my men dumped a liter of alcohol over his bullet wound.“Shut the fuck up and let him stitch you,” I whisper-yelled.Enzo didn’t argue. He just grabbed the bottle, took a massive swig of the remaining tequila, and squeezed his eyes shut.We were drowning in problems, and the worst part was that they were all new. Adrian being dead was a problem we thought we’d buried and sealed in the dirt. Turns out, we should have left Italy for his Spanish roots much sooner.“How long till he finds out it was Emi?” Enzo panted, his face paling as the needle began to bite.His jaw tightened with every pull
126EmiliaThere wasn’t as much blood as I expected. Somehow, that terrified me more."Who are you?"A mountain of a man stepped into my line of sight the moment I moved toward a half-open door.Through the gap, I saw a silhouette I’d recognize anywhere. Ronan.My hand itched to draw my gun and crack the guy's skull, but I was running on fumes. Flying back so quick and staying on my feet this long had drained me."How about you let me through?" I said, locking eyes with him. "Do that, and you might earn yourself another day to live."I didn't give a damn if he looked like he could crush me between his thumb and forefinger. He looked skeptical, but eventually, he stepped aside. Most people don’t make threats like that without the steel to back them up."Smart man." I patted his shoulder as I brushed past.The vibe here was wrong. It was dressed up like a welding shop with workers clanging metal in the background but it was a pathetic cover. No legitimate shop has this many doors or a b
125EmiliaI hit the fucking jackpot by being married to a man for love, for looks, and most especially, for money.I wasn’t raised to struggle, and I wasn’t about to start now.“Are you supposed to be drinking that, Mrs. De Luca?” Nora asked from the top of the yacht, and I rolled my eyes, downing the glass of champagne anyway.The sun kissed my skin just right, the ocean stretching endlessly around us, calm and expensive.God, I should definitely visit the South of France more often. They have good as fuck wine.“I have enough breast milk pumped to sustain my favorite spawns of Satan for at least four days.Besides, a glass or two won’t hurt,” I called back, lifting the glass slightly.Nora threw her head back and laughed, clutching her stomach. It echoed across the water, blending with the soft hum of the yacht.Sophia hopped out from the back, giggling, her hair a mess from the wind, holding up what looked like a… fucking fish. She grinned like she’d just won a war, eyes glassy,
124SophiaThis was a sight I didn’t think I’d live long enough to see.“Is that a diaper on his head?” Enzo whispered from beside me, and I nodded, trying and failing to hide my laugh. The image was just too ridiculous.Emilia looked exhausted, cradling one screaming pink baby to her chest while Raffael tried and failed to soothe the other. I felt bad for Emilia… but not for my brother. Not even a little.“Fuck, could you guys please get a nurse? Raf Junior won’t stop crying,” he begged, and I just shook my head in disbelief. My mobster brother, reduced to this, completely unraveling because of a baby.“We are not calling my baby Raf Junior!” Emilia snapped, which only made the baby on her chest cry harder. Honestly, that child already had her temper.If what I heard was true, he didn’t deserve an ounce of pity anyway after fainting while Emilia pushed out two newborns that already looked as big as month old babies.“I got the food and the body wash for Raffael!” Nora barged in, hold
123RaffaelIt’s a hospital, don’t cause a scene.It’s a hospital, don’t cause a scene.It’s a hospital, don’t cause a scene.I kept repeating it under my breath like a prayer, like something holy enough to hold me together as I paced the hallway. The ice pack pressed to my temple had long since melted, cold water trailing down my skin, but I didn’t move it.I definitely did not faint at the sight of all that blood.“I could just buy the building. They can’t fucking tell the boss no,” I muttered, my voice low but edged with something sharp, something close to breaking.Enzo didn’t even look at me. He just stood there, staring at the wall like it had personally offended him, like it owed him answers it wasn’t giving.“Yeah, yeah, sure… I’ll take the coffee,” he said absently, dragging a hand down his face, his eyes still unfocused.I scoffed softly, but it died in my throat as my gaze snapped back to the door. The same door they had wheeled her through. The same door that had swallow
122EmiliaRaffael finally allowed me back on the front line, sitting in on a few mafia meetings again.It felt almost instinctive, like muscle memory kicking in. I knew exactly when to speak, what to say, how to hold the room. For a moment, it almost felt like nothing had changed. Like I hadn’t been sidelined at all.But of course, the babies growing inside me had other plans.A sharp twist hit my stomach, sudden and unforgiving, like they were reminding me of their presence at the worst possible time.“Shit, are you okay?” Raffael asked quickly when I gasped, my hand flying to my stomach as another wave rolled through me.I swallowed hard, steadying myself, forcing my expression back into something controlled even as my body betrayed me in front of everyone.“You should just let Enzo take over. At this point, you’re only proving that a woman can’t lead.”Diego.The fucking bastard didn’t even try to hide it.While the rest of the men at the table masked their discomfort at a woman t
30EmiliaSex toys and ice cream dripping on my nipples wasn't how I'd spend my typical Friday morning.The vanilla ice cream slid over my breast, the chill sending a shiver through my spine.“You’re so wet for me already,” Raffaele growled, sliding another finger inside me slowly, giving me just e
33RaffaeleThe city slept, but I didn’t.I burned with a longing I couldn’t control.“Any news?” I asked Ronan, downing another shot of whiskey.My third glass in an hour.Ronan shook his head, his phone pressed to his ear.Searching for her quietly was like walking on a knife's edge.I had to rea
27 Emilia Fuck him. I added a final stroke of red to my painting, finishing the piece with more force than necessary. “Impressive,” he murmured from behind but I didn't turn. “What’s it for?” Theo asked, leaning in. “Art project,” I answered, directing my voice only at Theo. I knew how pett
24EmiliaA whole week.One whole week since Rafaelle fucked me and tossed me out like I meant nothing.I haven’t seen him. I haven't heard from him.The saddest part was I was still waiting.“But at the end of the day, what were you expecting, Emilia?” Nora said through the phone, giving me a sl







