Madeleine Júlia Cordeiro lives in a quiet, plant-filled apartment in the rougher part of Chicago. She’s twenty-one, broke, vegan, and studying animal science at the local community college. She cries over rescue dogs, talks to her plants like they’re her best friends, and thinks violence is something that only happens in action movies. Her life is calm, predictable, and painfully ordinary. Until he bleeds all over her floor. Adriano Capone is violence in human form—shot, hunted, and very much the kind of man her sweet little heart should run from. He’s everything she hates: violent, dangerous, cruel in the way only a mafia prince can be. He’s everything she’s sworn to avoid but he's hurt and Maddie has a soft spot for lost things. So, she stitches him up. And he stitches himself into her life. He's the devil incarnate. She's never even slapped someone. But fate doesn't care about perfect matches... It threw fire into the hands of a flower girl.
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Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 I’ve been testing him. Not because I want to, not really. I just… I need to know. There’s something about Adriano that I need to know. He is a liar, he is not a businessman, he is something else. It’s deeper. Because words… words with him are useless. He’s too careful with them. He’s always performing, rehearsing a script he’s memorized down to the breath. If I ask him what he’s hiding, he’ll just feed me another perfect lie with that soft voice and those eyes that never blink. And what am I supposed to do then? Call him out? Walk away? When I don’t even have proof? So I decided, if I can’t make him talk, maybe I can make him snap. I need him to lose it. I need him to crack. Because the last time I saw something real, it was in the restaurant, when he yelled at me in front of Allegra’s husband and his brother. Whoever that man was. Adriano's voice wasn’t sweet then. His hands weren’t gentle. He stood up, loud and furious, and for a second, I saw it. The
Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ I couldn't sleep, not with her lying in that bed and not looking at me, with her back turned. I sat there. On the edge of the armchair. My elbows on my knees, head in my hands, watching her breathe like that was the only fucking thing keeping me tethered to this life. Every few minutes, her body would shift, just slightly. A twitch of her fingers. A sound caught in her throat. She clutched her stomach in her sleep. Did it hurt? I swallowed the rising panic that kept clawing up my throat. You fucked this up. She doesn’t trust you. She’s afraid of your touch. That last one made my vision go black for a second. I just sat there, all night. Watching the only person I would die for, breathe and shift and clutch her stomach. I’d seen the marks on her skin, and I wanted to tear my own hands off for leaving them there. She said she was fine, she wasn’t. I knew that. Morning was bleeding through the curtains when I finally leaned forward, elbows dig
Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 I don’t know how long I stayed in that bathroom. I ran the water too hot, scalding almost, and then just… slipped into the tub like I was trying to disappear. I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I didn’t do anything. I just lay there, floating in the burn, staring up at the ceiling like maybe it would give me answers. It didn’t. I must’ve been in there for hours. My skin was wrinkled, lips dry, chest tight. I felt hollow, like something had been scooped out of me. My hands kept drifting to my stomach, resting there without thinking, and I hated that I kept doing it, like suddenly I could feel something growing already. I still couldn’t hate him. I wanted to, I should’ve. After everything but my heart was stupid and soft and small, and it kept whispering... maybe if I ask him, he’ll explain, he’ll fix it, he’ll tell me he’s sorry… But I couldn’t even ask. Because I was scared. Not just scared of what he’d say, scared of how he’d say it. Scared of
Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 I couldn’t feel my fingers anymore. The tie binding my wrists was so tight. My shoulders ached from the angle. My ankles were locked in the spreader bar, knees bent, legs wide. My nipples throbbed under the clamps, the rope burned into my skin. My throat burned from the gag. I didn’t even hear him move until the blindfold was ripped off. Harsh light spilled into my vision, and I blinked fast, gasping behind the gag. I turned my head, facing the mirror and now I saw myself in it. Naked, tied, red marks up my thighs, my stomach, my back. Clamps glinting silver under the overhead light. Rope wound around my breasts so tight they were bulging. I looked like something out of a nightmare, destroyed and displayed. He stood behind me, fully dressed, dark shirt, open collar, sleeves rolled to the elbows. His chest rising, lips parted, hair wild. Then his hand went to my throat and squeezed. My mouth opened around the gag. He watched me go glassy-eyed i
Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 He hadn't hurt me yet. But he could. And that terrified me. He spread my thighs, and pushed my knees apart with his own. The anticipation coiled so tight inside me, it hurt. And I didn’t know if it was dread or desire. The line between the two blurred so easily with him. My hands were already tingling from how tight the tie was, but I didn’t say anything. “You gonna take what I give you like a good girl?” I nodded, just once, and felt the sharp sting of his palm against my ass immediately after. “Words...” “Yes…” I whispered, voice trembling. “Yes, I’ll be good.” My body wanted him. God, it did. Even now, strung tight with fear, I felt myself getting wet and aching. He left me like that, bound, face down on the bed. I heard his footsteps move across the room, then the closet door open. Then he returned with something heavy. A sleek black briefcase. I’d had enough of this on my honeymoon. I wasn’t some wide-eyed innocent anymore, not a
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