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
Rico pulled the car over at the open field beside the old slaughterhouse. He cut the engine and sat there for a moment, jaw tight, eyes fixed ahead.The place looked dead and forgotten, just as he liked it. There were no lights, no people... no witnesses.He stepped out of the car slowly, the smell
If only one could see the future, if only there was a way to know how a single choice would end before it was made. If someone, anyone, had warned Calla that she would be exposed without being able to tell Rico herself, maybe she would have gone to him first. Maybe she would have chosen differentl
Rico paced up and down his office. His jaw was locked tight, his shoulders stiff and cold, like a bomb waiting to go off. No one dared step into the room. Anyone who did would get burned.He had just gotten off the phone with Dario—the Consigliere—and the news wasn’t good. The Five Territories were
The banging on the door had stopped, knowing her brother had left and was safely in his room. Calla was now lying on the bed, naked, beneath Rico's scrutinizing gaze. He didn't move or take his eyes away from her body, they lingered longer on her legs.She grabbed the sheets, her heart hammering in







