Chapter 164. “Drop your weapons and lift your hands up.”The command rang loud, cutting through the thick tension like a blade. Lowel’s eyes darted around, searching—desperate—for a way out.He knew those weren’t real police.They were Drystan’s men.He could see it in the way they held their guns. In how sharp their movements were. He had worked too long in the shadows not to recognize assassins dressed in uniform.His heart thudded faster, but he didn’t let it show. Panic clawed at his chest, but pride kept his face still.He couldn’t get caught. He couldn’t.So he ran.A blur of motion—he bolted to the side. But he barely made it two steps before a shot rang out.The bullet tore through his knee.Lowel screamed as he dropped to the ground, clutching his leg. Blood poured out. His groan was raw and heavy. Rage mixed with pain in his voice.Rosealba gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. Her body jerked in Eric’s arms at the sound of the shot.“My lady…” Eric whispered gently, caress
Chapter 165.The door opened and Drystan stepped in. The ambiance of the room changed immediately. Into something dark. Powerful. Possessive. Rosealba stood up from the bed, guilt cladding her expression. She took a step forward—no, she barely took a step forward when…“Strip.” Drystan’s voice came in. Low and tight it barely contained the fury that was burning down his veins. Rosealba breath hitched and she stood on her track, unable to approach him, but he was already walking toward her, his coat still on, his eyes back with something dangerous as he pulled the coat off. “You thought I wouldn't find out?” his voice was sharp as a blade. “You went to see him. Your ex.”Rosealba's chest clamped, heart, thundering as she watched the look in his eyes. “It… it wasn't.…”“Don't speak.” He commanded, pulling down the buttons of his t-shirt. Rosealba’s stomach tightened, surprisingly not in fear, but in desire.Her eyes followed the movement of his hands, throat bobbing as the sight
WARNING! This is a Mafia erotic content and this book contains violence as much as it contains BDSM. There is so much WAR, LOVE, HATE and OBSESSION. The Male lead is an extremist. Kills without remorse, and of course love without boundaries( Just the female lead.) This book is not for readers younger than 18. Drystan presence screamed power, darkness, and danger as he leaned against his black Audi A7l with folded arms, waiting for Rosealba at the front of her office. It was something he had never done in his life. He never had to wait for anyone, never. He was Italy's most feared, he gave orders and they were carried out in micros seconds, but with her, there was a slithering desire to see, to feel, and to hold dearly. Since the day his eyes crossed her direction, he had been a different person. His darkness that didn't have limitations was suddenly limited to her. He found himself always at her flower store, like a homeless being, craving and yearning for her presence.
Chapter 1. “Let me go!!!” The painful cry from the frightened Aaron echoed through the air as two heft men dragged him across the dark room while he struggled to pull away from their firm grip. His face is bloody from the series of beatings. They threw him to the floor, his painful cries, seeming to Drystan, like a melody against his ear. When Aaron fell to the floor, a feeling of fear cascaded down his spine leaving his eyes frozen as they met with perfectly polished feet that were claded in a black Louis Vuitton oxford shoe. His body trembled as he slowly lifted his gaze. The sun hung low in the sky, casting its gentle ray through the slightly closed window, adorning the glow on Italy’s greatest nightmare, Alastor Merikh Drystan. The number one killer machine. He is often referred to as ‘The sovereign.’ For a 30-year-old, he had reached quite a milestone. At age 12 he had knacks for business and he had found so much passion in business as much as he found passion in k
Chapter 2. A fleeting desire was Imprinted in his thoughts, like shadows on the wall. He tore his gaze away from her already-drenched body as he tried to decipher the dangerous desire to order for her and pounce on her like he does to every other lady, but there was something about her that had his eyes zooming off to her direction, again and again. For a start, she was typically the opposite of the women he dealt with in bed. He loved red-haired ladies, ones that carried heavy natural elements, clearly, she was not the kind of woman that piqued his interest. She was a Blondy with pale white skin, slim on the upper part and thicker on the lower part. She had a thin waist that accentuated the curve of her hips and that suddenly left him desiring the sight that lay underneath her clothes. What would it feel to have her hips thrusting against his? Drystan swallowed hard. He felt a slithering heat streaming down his chest. With the air condition in perfect shape, his skin was swea
Chapter 3. Drystan walked down the wooden stairs of Lina’s all-glass house. He had a scowl on his face as his burning gaze fixed on Lani. “Do you ever stop yapping?” Drystan’s voice sliced through the air as he descended the stairs completely. Irritation and disgust could be heard in the undertone of his voice. No matter how quiet Lina tried to be, she could never be as quiet as her brother, Dryatan. Not that she wanted to be. Lina hissed slowly and rolled her eyes at Drystan who had made his way through the corner of Lina’s kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water from her freezer then returned to the spacious living room. “This is my house and I can Yap for as long as I desire.” “It would hurt more if I didn't have a house. I am not the one who keeps begging to be visited.” Drystan's replies were always a comeback and it left Lani faking a frown. She hated to admit how much she desired to be surrounded by the people she loved. “I don't need you.” She countered and Drys
Chapter 4. “Gether every detail about her,” Drystan commanded in his usual stern voice, dropping the picture of Rosealba that he had gotten from Lina’s shelf, on the table. Rocco reached out for it with a bow. He stared at the picture for not longer than 2 seconds before deeping it into his back pocket. He stood still, his both hands behind his back as he waited for Drystan’s next reply. Behind the black desk, Drystan sat comfortably and leaned into it, with a wrapped weed to his lips while he stared into space, alternating between killing the scumbag that tried to fake a deal with him. The thought of it sent his blood gushing in rage. With dark haunting narrowed eyes, he drew out a drag from his weed and offered it to the air before getting to his feet. “Have the stacked weapons arranged and sent to the warehouse I will handle the rest. “As you wish, my lord.” ****** Rosealba walked through Lowel’s hallway, wearing her big beautiful smile. In her right hand was
Chapter 5. The distance between Rosealba and Drystan closed gradually as he took steady yet powerful steps closer to her. Why she was on the floor and crying under the cold rain bothered him. Rage burned through him. Whoever was responsible would pay the price he would wish he never had to hurt her. That is if the person lived to rethink his fucking actions. “Sunshine.” The words slid out of his mouth before he could even control it. He didn't know if it was too early to call her by that name but that was the name he had prepared for her and it soothed so well because of how delicate her presence brightened the room, no matter how dark the moment was. “Go away.” Rosealba was going to scream and yell and tell the person admist her sobs that she knew this street was dangerous and it was none of his fucking business but she recalled the voice and that left her frozen for some seconds. Slowly, she raised her gaze and his pair of jade emerald eyes sent a surge of life into
Chapter 165.The door opened and Drystan stepped in. The ambiance of the room changed immediately. Into something dark. Powerful. Possessive. Rosealba stood up from the bed, guilt cladding her expression. She took a step forward—no, she barely took a step forward when…“Strip.” Drystan’s voice came in. Low and tight it barely contained the fury that was burning down his veins. Rosealba breath hitched and she stood on her track, unable to approach him, but he was already walking toward her, his coat still on, his eyes back with something dangerous as he pulled the coat off. “You thought I wouldn't find out?” his voice was sharp as a blade. “You went to see him. Your ex.”Rosealba's chest clamped, heart, thundering as she watched the look in his eyes. “It… it wasn't.…”“Don't speak.” He commanded, pulling down the buttons of his t-shirt. Rosealba’s stomach tightened, surprisingly not in fear, but in desire.Her eyes followed the movement of his hands, throat bobbing as the sight
Chapter 164. “Drop your weapons and lift your hands up.”The command rang loud, cutting through the thick tension like a blade. Lowel’s eyes darted around, searching—desperate—for a way out.He knew those weren’t real police.They were Drystan’s men.He could see it in the way they held their guns. In how sharp their movements were. He had worked too long in the shadows not to recognize assassins dressed in uniform.His heart thudded faster, but he didn’t let it show. Panic clawed at his chest, but pride kept his face still.He couldn’t get caught. He couldn’t.So he ran.A blur of motion—he bolted to the side. But he barely made it two steps before a shot rang out.The bullet tore through his knee.Lowel screamed as he dropped to the ground, clutching his leg. Blood poured out. His groan was raw and heavy. Rage mixed with pain in his voice.Rosealba gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. Her body jerked in Eric’s arms at the sound of the shot.“My lady…” Eric whispered gently, caress
Chapter 163. Rosealba’s fingers trembled on the steering wheel, her breath coming in sharp gasps. Her heart pounded like a drum inside her chest, wild and restless. The road stretched out before her, but she couldn’t see it clearly anymore. Fear clouded her eyes, made her legs press harder on the accelerator.They were behind her. Getting closer.If they caught her, it was over. Lowel would take her. He’d use her as bait, threaten Drystan for a ransom—and even then, he wouldn’t let her go.Her throat tightened.“No,” she whispered to herself, shaking her head as the tears burned. “No, no, no—”But then—out of nowhere—a black car came screeching in front of her. Full speed. It spun across the road and halted roughly, blocking her path completely.Rosealba’s foot slammed on the brakes. Her body lurched forward then back, jerking hard as the car skidded to a stop. Her chest heaved. Panic tore through her.They had cut her off.Her eyes flew wide. Her hands shook. Her heart kicked faster
Chapter 162. Lowel’s laughter died down, but the look in his eyes only grew darker. He moved his hand to Rosealba’s face, cupping it gently, but it wasn’t tenderness she felt—it was something else.His thumb brushed over her cheek, slow. Too slow.And his eyes?They weren’t looking at her.They were roaming.Dragging across her body with something she could only name as hunger. A deep, twisted desire that made her skin crawl.“That man,” he said softly, eyes still on her. “The one you call your fiancé…”His lips curled into a mocking smile.“He doesn’t love you.”He leaned in closer. His breath was sour with bitterness.“The only thing he cares about is this.”He nodded toward her chest.Her heart sank, but her face stayed still. She didn’t give him the reaction he wanted.“He only desires your body,” he continued. “The beauty of your skin. The glow in your eyes. The softness of your nature. That’s all you are to him, Rose. A pretty thing to undress.”Rosealba rolled her eyes, lettin
Chapter 161. When the call with Drystan ended, a heavy silence settled in the room. Rosealba didn’t move right away. Her eyes were fixed on the small paper in her hand—the one with the name of the place Lowel had written. Her ex. Her mistake.She stared at the paper a little longer, as if hoping it would disappear. Then she let out a quiet sigh. Her chest rose and fell slowly like she was trying to breathe through something tight and invisible.Without a word, she slipped the paper under her pillow. Then she laid her head down, feeling its weight beneath her. Her eyes closed. But sleep didn’t come.The next day.Rosealba stood in front of a the all black restaurant. Claded in black. The exterior was the same as she remembered—clean, sharp edges, tall glass, and quiet luxury. But the moment she stepped in, her breath caught in her throat.She knew this place.It was too familiar to be an illusion. This was the same restaurant where Drystan had gotten on one knee and asked her to mar
Chapter 160.Rosealba’s breath hitched and she obeyed, sliding her fingers back into her warm trembling heat. “Oh… god.” she cries softly, lips partying. Drystan’s made lose of his zippers, his cock bouncing forward. Hard and erect. His head tipped backward.“That's it. That's it, Sunshine.”His voice came out strangled, now wrecked by her moans and the way his fingers moved up and down his cock. “You like being overstimulated, don't you? You like it when it starts to ache. You love being ruined for me. By me?”Rosealba’s eyes rolled backward, her fingers rubbing gently on her clit. “Yes.” She gasped, voice turning breathless. “Its too much—but I — I love it— I need it—”Drystan’s muscles pinched, his hand moving faster against his cock. “Fuck! You are going to make me cum, Sunshine. “Argh!!!” he snarled. “You sound so fucking desperate, sunshine. Like you’d let me fuck you through tears if I was there.” She bit on her lower lips, nodding her head as though he could see her. “I
Chapter 159. Rosealba sat on the bed, draped in Drystan’s white t-shirt, a symbol of how badly she had missed him. Her hands clutched onto the phone, nails curling tightly around the edge. She glared at the piece of paper on her left hand, jaws clamping at the thought of what tomorrow would be like if she didn't go to see Lowel. Her chest tightened, curiosity swelling at the core of her heart. What if she didn't go? Would Lowel show up on her wedding day to cause a scene? Her heart tightened, anger raging through her veins. After every freaking thing he had done, he still had the guts to show his freaking face to her? Her jaws tightened, veins twitching along her fingers. Dispeakable! She spat, squeezing the paper against her grip. The sudden beep of her phone thrummed through the air and Rosealba blinked, jolting out of her trance. Her muscles tightened, her head tilting to the side of her bed. The moment her eyes met with the face on her screen, her chest loosened and all
Chapter 158.Sicily, midnight.The moon sat low, a pale white coin above the hills of Sicily. The air was thick with the scent of sea salt and silence. Somewhere beyond the rusted gates of the villa, crickets chirped like a warning.A black convoy rolled through the dirt path, headlights slicing through the mist. The first car halted at the grand iron gates. It didn’t honk. It didn’t wait.It simply paused.And from the backseat, he stepped out.Drystan.Tall. Composed. Death dressed in black.His long coat moved with the wind, the leather brushing against his thighs like a second skin. His gloves were still stained from the earlier kill, but he hadn’t bothered to wipe them. The blood had dried, dark like his silence.The night seemed to bow to him. Even the wind went still.The guards at the gate shifted. One reached for his gun.Drystan didn’t blink.He raised his eyes slowly, gaze flat, cold, and distant. That was all it took. The guard’s hand dropped. His fingers trembled. He buzz
Chapter 157. The celebration was going smoothly.Rosealba and Emilia ate happily, both discussing work. This was supposed to be a moment away from work, but somehow they found themselves drifting back into it, talking about the beauty of it as though it were stitched into their souls.“You know… when I just started working in this firm, I used to be quite uptight. Because my mum said the key to a successful human is observation.” Emilia dug her fork into her food and laughed heartily while tearing a piece apart.She was the complete opposite of Rosealba. Loud. Cheerful. A force that commanded the room without even trying. But for some reason, Rosealba loved her vibe a little more than she had ever thought she would. It was chaotic, yet oddly comforting.“I was not a person to observe…” Emilia continued, shoving a forkful of pasta into her mouth, darting her tongue out to lick the fragment that tugged low beside her lips, careless and free.Rosealba ate quietly. Observing. She wasn’t