Vittoria Russo has spent the last year with one goal, revenge against the Mafia that destroyed her father. Her father's debt led him into the hands of Ricardo Lombardi, the boss of a merciless Mafia which led to his death and the ruin of her family. Now, Vittoria is determined to get her revenge and Infiltrates the Lombardi empire to destroy their boss. But Ricardo isn't a regular Mafia bo ss, known for being ruthless and wicked, he is a man of many secrets. As she digs deeper, she uncovers two shocking truths: Ricardo is living under a fake name and is the heir of the castellano Mafia dynasty, a family with a bloodstained legacy and a deadly curse. And her father wasn't the gambler she was made to believe but a cop who infiltrated the Mafia to expose their crimes. Vittoria’s plan for revenge begins to falter as she develops feelings for Ricardo. Meanwhile, Ricardo, drawn to her resilience and determination, finds himself falling in love with the woman who plans to destroy him. But with old enemies closing in and the weight of their secrets, Vittoria must make an impossible choice: Avenge her father's death or protect the man she has come to love.
View MoreVittoria's POV The helicopter descended through a veil of mist revealing what looked like an estate.It was a large property with sweeping lawns and tall elegant trees lining the driveway. Even in the dim light, I could still make out the grandeur of the place.The main house was massive, with bright lights illuminating the corinthian columns and casting a warm glow on the manicured gardens.As we touched down, the pilot moved the helicopter to a spacious landing pad near the house.The blades stopped moving and I exhaled in relief.When the door opened, the cold rush of morning air hit me.Mr Palazzo stepped out first, and I followed him with the three maids behind us.“Is this the Lombardi country house?” I asked Mr Palazzo and he shook his head.“No, it's the Boss's country house.”A group of maids rushed towards us, their eyes darting nervously as if they were expecting an attack soon.One of them, a tall lady with a kind face, moved towards me. “Come with me, miss. I'll get you
Vittoria's POV His words sent a sharp jolt through my body, like a live wire sparking to life.Heat surged between my thighs and I clenched them together, holding my breath.The air between us was thick with so much tension. Ricardo didn't move, didn't press further. He just watched me with his dark eyes, awaiting a response.I couldn't understand why he was asking for permission.“Again, you mean?” I replied.“What?” He asked, furrowing his brows.“Can I fuck you again? You already did before,” I said with a chuckle.He threw his head back, the sharp jaw of his jaw evident as he laughed.When his gaze met mine again, there was a mischievous glint in it.“Alright, Bambina.” he said, his voice low and smooth. “Can I fuck you again.”The way he said it, the deliberate emphasis on each word sent a shiver down my spine.My lips parted but no words came out, my heart pounding against my ribs.Ricardo leaned closer, his breath brushing against my ear, his hands sliding up and down my wais
Vittoria's POV I blinked awake, disoriented with my throat dry and my limbs heavy.The silk sheets beneath me were cool with the scent of bergamot and vanilla, it was the room I slept in the last time I was here.My cheeks flushed as I remembered what happened the last time.I sat up slowly, rubbing my hands on the pajamas I was wearing, they were soft. The maid must have changed me.The memories of the night before flooded my head, the feeling of the cold blade against my throat.3:30 am. The time on the clock showed. An odd time to be awake, but I didn't feel like going back to sleep.I coughed, my throat feeling like a desert, I needed to drink water.I came down from the bed and walked to the door, closing the door quietly before I stepped into the hallway.The house was so quiet and I tiptoed as slowly as I could, not wanting to wake anyone.I had never been to the kitchen but I knew it had to be close to the dining so I went downstairs and towards that direction.A muffled soun
Ricardo’s POV “Ricardo,” her soft voice drifted to my ears and I froze, not wanting to look at her.“Please don't tell me to stop,” I said, I knew I would if she told me too, that was how much she had a hold on me.“Please,” I turned to look at her, and my stomach dropped at the sight, there was fear in her eyes. She was looking at me with fear, like I was a monster.“It's okay,” she said with a soft smile and I relaxed for a moment.“Chain him,” I said to Marco and he and the others carried the Gambino bastard up.The bastard spat a glob of blood on the floor, “this isn't over Lombardi.” It took everything in me not to snap his neck off his shoulders.Valerio stepped in front of me, trying to block my view of the bastard.“Save your threats Gambino.” The bastard still stared right at me, I clenched my hands, restraining myself for a moment before I walked out.I walked to the edge of the staircase then remembered that I had left Vittoria behind.I turned to look at her, she was o
Vittoria's POV Behind Marco, Mr Palazzo followed, his usual composure shattered.I sighed with relief and sagged against the wall, my phone slipping from my hands.The Lombardi men fanned out to secure the rooftop and I turned to Ricardo, he was still pinning Eric to the wall, his hands shiny red as he punched Eric over and over again.“Ricardo!” Mr Palazzo barked, running towards him.But Ricardo didn't stop, another punch landed on Eric's head with a loud crack. His face was a ruin now, his nose was shattered, one of his eyes was swollen shut but Ricardo's arm drew back again.“Enough!” Mr Palazzo shouted grabbing Ricardo’s shoulder, he wasn't strong enough to do much but Ricardo turned to look at him. “You'll kill him if you go on like this.”Ricardo’s eyes were wild, feral, it was a side of him I had never seen before. For a heartbeat I thought he was going to strike Mr Palazzo.“My intentions precisely,” Ricardo replied, his voice ice cold as he pushed Mr Palazzo off him and tur
Vittoria's POVBefore he could grab me a blur of motion caught my eye and Ricardo appeared behind him, his jaw clenched with fury. He grabbed the attacker from the neck and slammed him to the ground with so much force.“Stay down,” he growled and I complied immediately.The man groaned trying to get up, but Ricardo stepped on his back with his foot, holding him in place.“Are you hurt,” Ricardo asked me, his chest rising and falling.“No,” I said, shaking my head.“Okay,” he nodded, turning to scan the rooftop. The other men were on the floor but two were already standing up.Ricardo stepped in front of me, shielding me with his body.I looked at my phone to see that Mr Palazzo had picked the call.“We've been ambushed,” I quickly said to him.“What!!! How? Where are you guys?” He asked, “you know what, just put on your phone location, we'll track you.”“Okay,” I replied and did as he said.The first man charged at us, swinging a wild punch at Ricardo’s head. Ricardo dodged it smooth
Vittoria's POV I placed my hand in his without hesitation, we left the table and went outside the restaurant and up a flight of stairs until we reached the rooftop.The space was quiet with the skyline of Manhattan stretched out in front of us.He stood near the edge, his eyes on a large, modern hotel a few blocks away. The sign on top read, The magnolia.“You know, this hotel…” he started softly, his voice filled with wistfulness, “it was nothing like it is now, it was very raggedy, no one cared to stay there.”I looked at the hotel, it didn't look like it had ever been as bad as he said, but they must have renovated it.But what surprised me was the image of the formidable, polished man standing in front of me knowing about this hotel.I thought the Lombardi's were always rich, but then the memory of the documents I saw in his room came to me. Ricardo may not be who everyone thinks he is.“You…..lived here?” I asked, my voice filled with curiosity.He nodded and pulled a cigar from
Vittoria's POV I stood in front of my mirror, smoothing the sleek fabric of my dress.The dark red dress hugged my curves, accentuating my figure in an elegant way.The thin straps of the dress rested delicately on my shoulders with my collarbone and the curve of my neck exposed.A single gold pendant rested on my neck just above the dip of my dress.The matching earrings were subtle but elegant and I wore soft makeup. I styled my hair in loose waves that cascaded down my back and framed my face.I looked absolutely stunning.A sharp horn outside jolted me from my thoughts and I quickly grabbed my clutch and hurried downstairs.As I reached the living room, mama was seated on the couch watching the news and she turned to look at me, taking in the dress, make up and jewelry.She frowned, “Are you going on a date?”I froze for a second before forcing a small laugh. “No, mama.” I said quickly. “It's a kind of work dinner.”Her expression didn't change as she stared back at me, my mama wa
Vittoria's POV“No. It's not possible,” was what I repeated to myself, over and over again as I watched where the stranger just left.“It can't be him, nobody survived Ricardo's onslaught,” I whispered to myself.Eric Gambino was dead, I was sure of it.But, the man I had just seen across the street looked just like him. It's not like I had known Eric for a long time but it was just the day before when I was with him.I shook my head vigorously, “It can't be him,” and walked down the street, hailed a taxi and went home.“Mama,” I called as I entered the house, she was in the kitchen already, about to make dinner.“You took your time Cara mia,” she said seriously as she turned to me. “I can explain.”“I know that you're an adult now, and you have a dangerous mission that you've imposed on yourself. But I'm your mother, and this is my house, you should tell me where you're going before you rush out. Do you understand?”I nodded slowly, and brought the takeout bag forward, “Actually,” I
Vittoria's POVI have never believed in forgiveness.Not for the Lombardi's. Not after they destroyed my family.The Lombardi's killed my father.That was the thought I woke up to every morning. The thought that tightened my chest and stayed there, squeezing tighter every hour.I looked outside the kitchen window, watching the birds land softly on the skeletal branches of the Maple tree.It had been six months since my father's body was pulled out of the Hudson River, a year since he went missing.A gust of wind blew, scattering the birds from the tree. They flew away, their coloured wings flapping frantically against the gray sky.It was a beautiful sight, but I couldn't bring myself to smile.Vittoria, you're doing it again,” Mama said from behind, interrupting my thoughts. “Doing what?” I asked, turning to face her.“Brooding.” she said, placing her hands on her hips.“I'm not brooding.” I said, my voice coming out sharper than I intended. She sighed, and moved towards the dining...
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