Chapter 006

The jet landed on the tarmac, where his men were already waiting.

Kalon stepped out of the jet, and the men immediately lowered their heads.

“Take me to Dante Moretti’s house. Now,” he ordered.

“Sir, won’t you go home first before heading there?” one of the men asked cautiously.

Kalon slowly turned his head toward him.

The cold look in his gray eyes was enough to make the man immediately realize he had overstepped.

“I’m sorry, Boss,” he quickly apologized.

Kalon walked toward the waiting Rolls-Royce and opened the door himself.

The driver immediately started the engine, and they pulled away from the tarmac. A few moments later, Kalon’s phone rang. It was Adrian.

“Are you there yet, Boss?”

“I’m on my way to Dante Moretti’s house.”

“Sir!” Adrian exclaimed in shock.

“Do you have a problem with that?” Kalon asked.

“No, Sir, not at all. I’ll have our men wait for you there,” Adrian suggested.

“Not needed,” Kalon said before ending the call.

Moments later, they arrived at Dante Moretti’s house.

The guards stationed at the gates immediately approached the car, but the moment their eyes landed on Kalon sitting in the back seat, their expressions changed. They clearly hadn’t expected to see him.

What business does he have here now? one of the guards wondered.

The guard quickly exchanged a look with the other men before signaling to the man operating the gates. The massive gates slowly swung open, allowing the Rolls-Royce to drive through.

The car moved along the long, winding driveway, surrounded by perfectly trimmed hedges and towering trees, before finally coming to a stop directly in front of the mansion.

Kalon stepped out of the car and looked toward the entrance. The massive front door was wide open.

Without hesitation, he walked inside. Loud laughter and cheerful voices immediately reached his ears. The sound was coming from the dining room. Kalon followed the voices until he stepped into the wide dining area.

The moment everyone noticed him, the laughter died and silence fell across the room.

Kalon’s cold gray eyes slowly moved over everyone seated around the long dining table before finally landing on the man at the head of the table.

Dante Moretti.

The smile on Dante’s face disappeared the moment their eyes met.

“I suppose I’m interrupting,” Kalon said calmly.

“No, not one bit, son. In fact, come and join us,” Dante replied nervously, forcing a smile onto his face.

Son? That bastard has some balls.

Kalon simply walked toward the empty chair beside Viviana Moretti, his stepmother, and pulled it out before sitting down.

For a few moments, nobody spoke. The atmosphere around the table had completely changed. The cheerful gathering from a few minutes ago had turned tense, with everyone seemingly careful about what they said in Kalon’s presence.

Dante eventually cleared his throat. “It’s been a while, Kalon. You could have told us you were coming.”

“I didn’t know I needed to announce my arrival before coming to my own home,” Kalon replied calmly.

Dante gave a nervous chuckle, trying to lighten the atmosphere. “Of course not. You’re always welcome here, Kalon Moretti.”

Kalon’s expression immediately changed.

He slowly lifted his eyes from the glass in front of him and looked directly at Dante.

“What did you just call me?”

Dante’s smile faded slightly. “I called you Kalon Moretti.”

The room fell silent again.

Kalon stared at him for a few seconds before slowly placing the glass back on the table.

“My name is Kalon Salvatore. Salvatore fathered me, not you.”

Dante shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Kalon, I didn’t mean…”

“I know exactly what you meant.”

Kalon’s voice remained calm, but it sounded dangerous.

Even Dante feared Kalon. Despite having more power and influence than him, there was something about Kalon’s presence that commanded respect and made everyone around him uneasy.

“I am not a Moretti.”

His eyes hardened as he looked at Dante.

“And I never will be.”

Dante opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Kalon pushed his chair back and stood.

“I trust my space in this house hasn’t been occupied.”

“No,” his stepmother quickly answered. “Of course not.”

Kalon gave her a brief look before turning away from the table.

He walked out of the dining room without another word.

“I’ll talk to him,” his stepmother said, immediately standing.

She hurried after him.

Kalon walked through the hallway and entered his old room. He stopped just inside the doorway and slowly looked around.

Everything was still intact.

The furniture was exactly where he remembered it. Nothing had been moved, replaced, or removed. Even the smallest details of the room remained untouched.

A few seconds later, the door opened behind him.

His stepmother stepped inside and quietly closed it.

“Son…” Viviana’s soft voice spoke. “It’s been a while. You look… exactly the same. Still so handsome.” She took a slow step closer. “I can help ease whatever’s weighing on you. You know it’s been so long since we had fun.”

All women are the same. They’re just fucking desperate, he thought to himself.

She reached behind her and locked the door.

Kalon turned around as a faint, dangerous smirk curved his mouth.

“Come here, girl.”

Viviana’s breath caught. She stepped closer at once. Kalon was one year older than her, something that had always made the dynamic between them feel even more twisted and she still looked at him the same way she had years ago.

“I want that view,” he said quietly.

She didn’t need further instruction. Her hands went to the zipper of her dress. The expensive fabric slid from her shoulders and pooled at her feet. She stepped out of it, standing bare in front of him, her nipples were already tight and her thighs pressed together.

She moved in and began undoing his suit jacket, then the buttons of his black shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the dark ink that covered it. Kalon allowed her, before catching her wrist.

“I’ll have you begging soon enough.”

“On your knees.”

Viviana sank to the floor without hesitation. Kalon unbuckled his belt, lowered his zipper, and freed his cock. It was already thick and heavy in front of her face.

“Now beg for it.”

Her voice came out soft and needy. “Please… please let me have it. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”

“Take it in your mouth.”

She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around him, sucking deep and eager. Kalon watched her with detached satisfaction, one hand eventually fisting in her hair as he fucked her mouth in slow, controlled thrusts.

When he decided he’d had enough of that, he pulled her up by the chin, turned her, and bent her over the edge of the bed. He dropped to his knees behind her, spread her open, and dragged his tongue through her wetness. Viviana moaned sharply, fingers twisting in the sheets as he licked and sucked until her legs trembled.

Then he stood, and thrust into her in one hard stroke. He fucked her without tenderness, deep, relentless, using her body the way he always had. She came, crying out into the mattress.

Kalon pulled out within moments, Viviana remained on the bed, flushed and hopeful, watching him.

He looked down at her.

“Now I want something from you, Mom.”

“Anything,” she whispered.

“Who’s the new guy Dante’s been keeping close?”

Her expression flickered. “A man named Viktor.”

“Where is he right now?”

She hesitated only a second. “Dante sent him to the docks in Belgravia three days ago. Something about a shipment that needed personal oversight. He’s supposed to stay until the end of the week.”

“Good girl.” He whisperered

“Now turn over.” he commanded.

She obeyed at once. He moved to the head of the bed, pulled the soft silk ties he left in the drawer, and bound her wrists tightly to the headboard. The knots were secure; she tested them once and found no give. Only then did he climb onto the mattress, settling between her spread thighs.

He pushed into her again in one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt. This time there was no restraint. He fucked her deep and relentless, the bed creaking under the force of every stroke. Viviana’s moans grew louder, turning into broken cries as pleasure and the helpless strain of being tied down overwhelmed her.

“Kalon… please… Kalon…”

She kept chanting his name, begging desperately. He drove into her harder, until the pressure finally peaked. He pulled free, climbed higher, and gripped her jaw.

“Open your mouth.”

She parted her lips without hesitation. He came hard across her tongue, thick and hot. Viviana swallowed everything he gave her, eyes never leaving his.

Kalon leaned down and kissed her open mouth, tasting himself on her. Then he dragged his tongue slowly down the line of her throat, over her breasts, licking the sweat and the marks he had left on her body while she remained bound and still shaking beneath him.

Finally sat back. The detached look had returned to his face. Whatever heat had been there was gone. Kalon reached up and untied the silk from her wrists, letting her arms fall free. He didn’t offer a hand or a soft word. He simply stood, picked up her discarded dress from the floor, and dropped it onto the bed beside her.

“Get dressed and shut the door on your way out,” he said. “We’re finished here.”

The words landed like a slap. Viviana’s chest tightened, the hopeful flush draining from her face. Her heart cracked open in the silence that followed.

She scrambled off the bed, pulling the dress on with shaking hands, not bothering with the zipper all the way. She didn’t look at him again. She couldn’t. The door clicked shut behind her a moment later, leaving the room empty of her presence.

Kalon eventually finished and got dressed. The detached look had returned to his face. Whatever heat had been there was gone.

He picked up his phone and called Adrian.

“Yes, Boss,” Adrian answered immediately.

“Gather your men and head to Dante’s shipping site in Belgravia. Viktor was sent there. Find him and bring him back to New York.” Kalon ordered.

"I’m done here and it's sooner than expected," he said, before ending the call.

Kalon had no reason to remain in London any longer. He had found who he was looking for, and his men would handle the rest.

He was heading back to his mansion in New York tonight.

Kalon walked toward the car.

“Leaving so soon?” Dante’s voice sounded from behind him, uninformed of what Kelon and his wife just did.

Kalon turned around. "I've over stayed my welcome,” he said coldly before entering the car .

Dante stood at the corridor, he obviously didn't trust Kelon, but he just couldn't proof it.

The car engine roared to life, and Kalon drove away.

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ELIANA ROSE

It was the day Ellie was finally going to start working at the mansion. Donel had instructed her to bring her things with her because she would be staying there, and she couldn’t help feeling curious about what her room would look like.

She told her mother that she got a promotion at her job, but it required her to stay at her workplace, and she promised she would come home to visit every Sunday.

Roxy was genuinely happy for her, and perhaps a little shocked that Ellie had actually gotten the position. Still, as she watched her friend prepare for her new life, she couldn’t help feeling a small flicker of envy. Ellie had been given an opportunity to step into a world of wealth and comfort that Roxy could only dream about, and for a moment, she found herself comparing Ellie’s life to her own.

The guards already recognized Ellie, so they opened the gates as soon as they saw Roxy’s car approaching. Roxy drove her inside and stopped near the mansion entrance, where Donel was already waiting.

A woman stood beside him.

“Eliana, this is Lena,” Donel introduced her. “She’s the head maid here. If you need anything during your stay, speak to her.”

Lena offered Ellie a warm smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Ellie replied politely.

Donel gave them a brief nod before turning his attention back to his duties. “Lena will show you around.”

Lena took Ellie’s bags and led her upstairs.

When she opened the door to Ellie’s new room, Ellie stopped in her tracks.

Her eyes widened. The room was far more beautiful than anything she had expected. The large bed, elegant furniture, spacious wardrobe, and private bathroom made her wonder if she had somehow walked into a hotel room instead of a maid’s quarters.

“This is my room?” she asked in disbelief.

Lena smiled. “Yes. You’ll be staying here.”

Ellie slowly stepped inside, still in shock.

A few minutes later, Lena led her down the hallway and stopped at another door.

“This is K.J.’s room.”

She opened the door.

A little boy stood near the large window, his back facing them as he stared outside.

“K.J.,” Lena called gently. “You have a new nanny.”

The boy didn’t turn around.

Ellie looked at him curiously.

“He’s usually like this,” Lena explained quietly. “He keeps to himself.”

Ellie gave a small nod.

Lena introduced her properly, but K.J. barely reacted. His attention remained fixed outside the window.

“I hope the two of you get along,” Lena said before leading Ellie back into the hallway.

“There’s one more thing,” Lena added. “Before you go to bed every night, check on K.J. Make sure he’s asleep, and turn off anything that has been left on in his room before you leave.”

Ellie nodded. “Okay.”

Lena hesitated for a moment before lowering her voice.

“And there’s something else you need to know about K.J.’s father.”

Ellie looked at her curiously.

“Mr. Salvatore is not here at the moment, which is probably why no one has warned you yet. But when he returns, be careful around him. Very careful.”

Ellie’s brows slowly furrowed.

“He’s K.J.’s father?”

Lena nodded. “And he’s not a man you want to get on the wrong side of. He’s ruthless, Ellie. Everyone in this house knows that. Do your job, take care of K.J., and stay out of his way as much as possible. Don’t involve yourself in his business, don’t ask unnecessary questions, and if you can avoid being alone with him, do so.”

Ellie stared at her, the warning making her feel uneasy.

“But I’m K.J.’s caretaker. I’ll have to see him sometimes, right?”

“Of course,” Lena said. “Just be cautious. Overly cautious. As long as you do your job properly and don’t give him a reason to notice you, you’ll be fine.”

Ellie slowly nodded, although Lena’s words had already made her nervous about meeting the man.

“For now, he’s away,” Lena added. “So you’re safe. Just remember what I told you when he comes back.”

Ellie nodded. “Okay. I understand.”

“Good.”

Lena smiled at her before walking away, leaving Ellie standing in the hallway for a moment.

She glanced back at K.J.’s room.

She had a feeling taking care of him wasn’t going to be as easy as she had imagined, but she didn’t want to rush.

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That night, Ellie stepped out of her room and quietly closed the door behind her.

The hallway was dark and quiet. She was on her way to K.J.’s room to check on him when she suddenly heard footsteps coming from the other end of the hallway.

She froze. The footsteps grew closer.

Ellie instinctively moved into the corner and pressed herself against the wall, hoping whoever it was would walk past without noticing her.

Then she caught a glimpse of the person.

A tall man dressed in a black suit was walking toward K.J.’s room.

Ellie’s heart began to pound.

Who was he?

For some reason, every instinct in her body told her that something was wrong. She had no idea who the man was, and in the darkness, he looked more like an intruder than someone who belonged in the mansion.

The man stopped in front of K.J.’s door.

Ellie held her breath as he opened it.

She panicked, and a small sound escaped her lips.

The man immediately stopped.

“Who’s there?” His deep voice echoed through the dark hallway.

Ellie’s eyes widened. She turned around and tried to run.

Her foot caught against the edge of the carpet, and she stumbled.

Before she could regain her balance, she heard his footsteps approaching behind her.

She turned around.

The hallway was too dark for her to see his face clearly, but she could see his eyes. His cold gray eyes stared directly at her.

Ellie took a step backward.

“Stay away from me.”

The man continued walking toward her.

Ellie turned to run again, but he caught her by the hand and stopped her.

“Let go of me!”

She immediately raised her free hand to slap him, but he caught her wrist before her palm could reach his face.

His grip tightened.

“Who the hell are you?” he growled.

Ellie stared at him in terror.

She had never been this close to a man who could make her feel so completely powerless.

“Lenaaaaa!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.