로그인A quiet yawn slipped past Calla’s lips as she stirred in bed. Her hand moved across the sheets beside her, eyes still closed, expecting to feel him there. But the space was empty.Her eyes slowly opened, and she pushed herself up, rubbing them with the back of her hand. Her gaze dropped to the other side of the bed, the sheets already cold where Rico should have been.That was when she noticed three small notes, neatly stuck to the lamp table. She reached for them and read.[Out for work. Will be back soon.][You will get your surprise today.][Don’t skip breakfast, okay?]A soft smile spread across her lips as she read them again, almost hearing his voice in her head. The thought of someone like Rico, who is cold, controlled, and feared, taking his time to scribble little notes for her made something warm settle in her chest. She let out a small laugh.Her eyes moved to the wall clock, and it was a few minutes past eight.“I really don’t feel like going downstairs…” she muttered, but
Rico’s eyes stayed on the mirror a moment longer, watching the white truck behind him like it was nothing more than a mild inconvenience. Then, without any sudden movement, he pressed his foot down on the accelerator, letting the car pick up speed in a smooth, controlled way.The engine responded immediately, the quiet morning road stretching endlessly ahead of him. It was always like this long, empty, and silent on the way to the meeting point. No traffic or distractions, just an open road.Behind him, the truck sped up too.A low chuckle slipped from his lips, his head tilting slightly as he watched it keep up. He had seen this before, had even dealt with worse, and come out of it without a scratch. There was no rush of panic in him, no fear creeping in. Just focus… and a hint of amusement.“Light work,” he muttered under his breath.He pressed harder on the accelerator, the car surging forward as the wind rushed past. The distance between him and the truck stretched for a second, t
By dinner time, they ate downstairs. The table was set, but the usual silence was present. Conversation never came.Rico barely paid attention to anything else around him. His focus stayed on Calla. Whether she had enough on her plate, the way she held her fork, and the quiet expressions that crossed her face. Every now and then, he’d reach for something and place it closer to her without a word, like it was the most natural thing.Donna Marta ate quietly, her movements were calm and measured, saying nothing as she observed the table in silence.Sophia, on the other hand, stole small glances at them. She had a faint, knowing smile on her lips. There was something almost admiring in the way she watched them, but she didn’t interrupt, choosing to keep her thoughts to herself.Now in their room, Calla sat before the dressing mirror after she and Rico had showered together. She watched through the mirror as he dried her hair with a dryer.His fingers on her scalp were firm but soft. He ge
It's been three days since Rico exposed Marco and the other territory heads at the board meeting. His title as the Capo still stands, and the talk about making Marco take his position was dead and buried.He drove slowly. The afternoon sun sat high in the sky, warm but not too harsh, casting a soft light over everything as Rico drove down to the location for their date.Calla had personally picked out a place. It was a nice restaurant with a beautiful view—at least that's what the ad showed."What?" Calla asked, practically jumping from her seat, the surprise was clear in her voice. "What do you mean you don't like this song?!"Rico chuckled and glanced briefly at her, his hands still tight around the steering wheel. "I don't like it," he shrugged, driving carefully. “But why?” she asked, quieter this time, her brows pulling together as she looked at him.Rico let out a small breath, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Because it sounds like it’s begging for attention,” he said,
One might make a well-sculpted plan against another—from start to how it all ends—concluding that they are faster. But everyone knows the devil is always a step ahead.Rico was better than the devil. He was always two steps ahead, already finalizing before they could think of a next move. And his plans... always a jaw dropper.He stood before the shocked and slightly frightened council members, watching how they shifted uncomfortably in their chairs, their eyes darting between him and the frozen heads."What is this?!" Associate Domenico blew, his fist slamming onto the table.Rico wasn't shaken, he chuckled, tilting his head to the side. "Have you gone deaf?" He asked, shocking them with his tone towards a territory head. "I did say a gift, didn't I?" The nonchalance was evident in his voice."And what is your aim for bringing... dead people's heads in here?!" Associate Giuseppe was next, his face growing red with anger.Rico didn't flinch at the old man's loud voice. His eyes stayed
Rico walked into the boardroom at the Palazzo, his dark suit was spotless and without any wrinkles. He took confident strides and settled in his seat at the head of the table.He locked his fingers and leaned back against his chair, a blank look on his face. Eyes moved across the room, scanning every single council member present at this urgent meeting that had been set. His eyes paused on a figure that sat directly opposite him at the large table. His jaw clenched and his head tilted slightly, but in under a second, his surprised expression had vanished.Marco winked at Rico from across the table, his arrogant grin on his face as he chewed on a gum.Rico pulled his gaze away from him, carefully hiding his anger. Why the fuck was that Bellini brat here? Only territory heads and council members were allowed in board meetings. And Marco was none of those. What are they planning?"Didn't you see that this meeting was scheduled to hold almost two hours ago?!" Associate Giuseppe was the f
There’s a feeling that comes right after the consequences of an action hit. A sharp, crushing regret. The kind that screams 'had I known'. Calla felt it flooding her now, it was raw and suffocating, as Rico’s hand tightened around her throat.She struggled to stay conscious, her vision blurring at
The abandoned factory sat far outside town, cut off from the city and its noise. Finding it hadn’t been easy, but after an hour and thirty minutes, Calla finally arrived. She stepped out of the cab, paid the driver, and turned to face the building.She pulled the face cap lower, covering her face b
'I'll make sure your brother stops breathing.' The words rang loudly in Calla's ears with each passing second. He was being serious, and a man like himself doesn't bluff. She couldn't say no and risk her brother being killed. She didn't want to say yes either. She was stuck, and every option sca
There was only one person bold enough. Only one person stupid enough. Only one person who had been close enough to touch him, to be near his body, to get this close without raising his guard.Calla.The thought didn’t come with shock. It came with something worse... disappointment. A deep, bitter k







