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2026-04-30 22:58:49
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Forceful pleasures: Subjected to the Don The variable
Rico’s POVNella was the variable I had not fully accounted for.I had known about her for years: pretty little Vito’s daughter, the pampered artist, the girl who was kept so carefully behind the walls of her father’s world that she had never developed the sharp instincts that world demanded.From a distance, she had seemed entirely manageable. A soft pawn. Useful collateral.But I had been watching her more closely since she moved into Giovanni’s villa. Since she began painting again. Since Antonio quietly reported to Lucas that she was asking questions and filing away the answers instead of acting on them immediately.That last detail had given me my first genuine pause.Most people, when they stumbled across something they did not understand, reacted too quickly. Fear made them reckless. Curiosity made them careless. They confronted, accused, and exposed themselves.Nella had done neither.She had observed.And that made her dangerous.The paintings had been useful, almost poetic i
Forceful pleasures: Subjected to the Don Rico’s plan
Rico’s POVThe message arrived at 2:47 a.m. I was always awake at 2:47 a.m. An honest saying goes; Dangerous men don’t sleep.” Sleep, for me, had always been a negotiation rather than a surrender, it was something I permitted myself in controlled intervals rather than something that happened. Men in my position could not afford the vulnerability of deep sleep. The world did not pause its arrangements out of courtesy.I was sitting at my desk in the dark when the phone lit up. No overhead light — I had always preferred to work by the glow of screens and the city outside the window. Darkness kept the mind sharp. It removed the clutter of visible things and left only what mattered.I picked up the phone.Three words from a number that would dissolve within the hour.“The time is coming.”I read it once. I set the phone down. I looked out at the city for a long moment, its lights, its indifferent enormousness, its complete unawareness of the mechanisms operating within it.Then I picked
Forceful pleasures: Subjected to the Don Scheme
Brenda’s POVDevastating in its simplicity.I had not hated Nella when I wrote it. That was the complicated part — the part I did not discuss with Lucas, who would not have understood it, or with Rico, who would have found it irrelevant. I had not hated her. I had watched her grow up in this house, had packed her school lunches and soothed her nightmares and I had known the exact pitch of her cry before she could speak. There was something real in that. Something that existed alongside everything else, it was inconvenient and persistent.But Nella was her father's daughter in every way that mattered. She had his face, his stubbornness, his absolute certainty that the world owed him just like she thinks the world owes her something. She had grown up inside the proof of everything I had been denied. Every time I looked at her I saw the life that had continued around me as though I were furniture. As though I were part of the walls.But now, I was not part of the walls.I had decided
Forceful pleasures: Subjected to the Don Patience
Brenda’s POV"Any news?" I sucked my teeth."She just put to bed." The voice from the phone came slowly, cautiously like the voice of someone trying to manage my temper from a safe distance.I hung up without responding.Of course, I wouldn't be angry that she gave birth. Why would I be? A baby changed nothing about what was coming. If anything, it complicated things for them — another vulnerability, another thing to protect, another reason to be distracted.I set the phone down on the kitchen counter of Vito's mansion and looked around the room.My room. My kitchen. My mansion.Almost.I called Lucas."The Don has an heiress," I said, cutting him off before he could open with any pleasantries. I was not in the mood to be called *mi amor* tonight.Silence.Good. He was paying attention."My source also confirmed that Giovanni is battling an undiagnosed health condition." I kept my voice even, and factual, the way I had learned to deliver information to men who needed it clean and simp
Forceful pleasures: Subjected to the Don ECG
Giovanni’s POVBefore I could finish speaking, she was already placing the baby in my arms.And just like that… everything shifted.These hands of mine—built for war, for power, for control—held something impossibly small, impossibly fragile. And for the first time in my life, I handled something without strategy, without calculation.Just care.She smelled new, warm, and impossibly soft. Untouched by everything I had become.I studied her face—the delicate brows, the full cheeks, the small lips. Nella’s nose, unmistakably. I found myself searching for something of mine in her, something to claim quietly.“She’s beautiful,” I murmured.Nella stilled. “She?” she whispered.“I asked the nurse.”That was all it took.She didn’t just chuckle the way she usually did. She smiled—broadly, fully, without reservation.Then, like a thread pulled from another time, a memory surfaced.“Nella,” I said quietly, glancing at her, “you remember the lounge in New York?”She froze. Then her cheeks turne
Forceful pleasures: Subjected to the Don Baby
Giovanni’s POV"Urggh," I groaned painfully. I hate the antiseptic smell from hospitals. It's why I personally hired Susan and Dr Ferrara to come to the house whenever a crisis arises.My lashes fluttered. I squinted, trying to register my environment when the thought hit me.I told Nella I love her.My heart made that funny sound again —thinking about her sent a fresh spark of adrenaline through my body, which was very unusual.No.I can't lie here like a weak man while Nella cries because of my condition. I'm going to see her, I thought.Ignoring the pain in my head, I struggled to sit on the bed. The pain was quite excruciating but I ignored it. I needed to see Nella. I needed to tell her I was fine so she wouldn't worry.The IV line pulled against my arm as I swung my legs over the side of the bed.Marco appeared in the doorway before my feet hit the floor."Boss." His voice was careful. The voice he used when he was about to tell me something I wouldn't like. "You need to stay in
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