LOGINMilaMy heart thundered in my chest. I was very well aware of the consequences of attending this meeting.But this was my starting point—to force these Mafia families in La Cosa Nostra to take the Russetti name seriously again.I met Luca’s burning gaze. I could tell he wasn’t happy to see me. Neither was Marco.But I didn’t give a damn.Enzo, Paolo, and Vince stayed at the doorway while I proceeded inside with Nadia. Two guards followed behind—one from the Haydens, one from the Malakhovs.I raised my hands, and Nadia did the same.One of the guards started searching me, his hands roaming over every part of my body. These were the rules. No one was exempt from this procedure.Luca’s dark gaze was fixed on me, rage burning in his eyes. His stare followed the guard’s hands as they moved over my body.My arms. My chest. My waist. My thighs. My legs.Then back up again—toward my most private area.Once his hands reached there, Luca snapped. “Enough!” His fist slammed against the table.My
LucaI tapped my fingers in a slow rhythm against my desk, my eyes following Marco as he paced across my office, his phone glued to his ear.I leaned back in my chair, watching him for the past half hour.“Fck, Consigliere Fabian,” he snapped, his eyes gleaming with anger. “What do you mean the other families are not happy? Since when do they get a say after Il Don?”“Capo, please…” Consigliere Fabian’s voice came through the speaker, strained, clearly not liking the way Marco had been handling things lately. “This will create a gap between us and our allied families.”I exhaled slowly, my gaze darkening.The rumors about his involvement with the Malakhov family’s daughter… I hoped they were just rumors.This family was one of the most powerful branches of the Russkaya Mafiya.We had been in a cold war with the Russians for decades—the only language between us was blood and death. Any personal relationship or business with them was considered a betrayal to La Cosa Nostra.This deal… i
Bianka followed my gaze, and she froze once she spotted Levi’s angry face.“Levi… I… I…” she stammered, taking a step toward him.But he stepped back and said in a low but firm tone, “I’ll sign the divorce papers and send them over to you.”Without another word, Levi extended his hand to me. “Come on, honey. Let’s go.”I took his hand, and we walked side by side.“Sorry, I ruined our trip,” Levi said as he turned the yacht, heading back.I smiled and looked back at the sleepy Angelo. He was exhausted from playing all day and had fallen asleep the moment we reached the yacht.“No, you didn’t,” I said softly. “Things happen.”He stared deeply into my eyes, and it made my cheeks blush.“What?” I asked, confused.“How can you be like this?” he asked, steering the yacht.I frowned slightly and smiled. “Like what?”“While I’m extremely happy that you understood me and didn’t…” he paused, “…I’m still a little disappointed that you don’t seem to care much.”He looked ahead at the long, dark s
MilaNo one could ever guess what life would bring to them, or what it might turn them into.My eyes widened when Levi said that the pregnant woman was his wife—I wasn’t shocked because we were almost getting engaged, or because we were supposed to be in a relationship.From my background, this happened all the time. Mafia men could cheat on their wives, have affairs, and even get engaged to another woman while already married—all for the sake of benefits and family alliances.But in Levi’s case, I had never thought he was capable of cheating, manipulating, or mistreating his already pregnant wife, while being so good to a woman carrying another man’s child.Yet the look on his face made me hold back from jumping to conclusions or judging him.He was just twenty-six, and I had never imagined he would be married.“So,” I said, glancing at the pregnant woman who was watching us from afar. “You’re married?”A strange heaviness settled in my chest. Not pain… not anger. Just something unco
Mila’s eyes were fixed on me, waiting for my response. Meanwhile, Bianka’s lips curled into a side smile. I glanced down at her swollen belly—she had to be in her last month of pregnancy. I once loved this woman with all my heart… and believed she loved me too. But all her softness and tenderness had only been a cover for her affair with her boss. “Levi?” Mila asked again, squeezing my hand when I took too long to respond. “Uh…” I cleared my throat. Just as I was about to reveal the woman’s identity, someone called Bianka’s name. She shot me a glare, then said, “See you later, Levi.” I never imagined the world could be so small—to run into her here. Still, relief washed over me when she left. At least it bought me time to tell Mila everything… the right way. “Emm, Mila…” I started, gesturing subtly toward Angelo, who was enjoying his meal. “Can we talk about this later? I don’t think this is the right place.” She followed my gaze, then nodded. “Fine. No pressure.” Her quiet
LeviThe warm sea breeze played with her beautiful hair as she stepped out of her car.Her charming smile grew wider the moment she spotted me, and my heart warmed at the sight.When I got her call earlier today, I was thrilled to accept her offer for the trip. I postponed every important meeting and deal, and rushed to prepare the yacht.“Hi,” I greeted them, kissing Mila on the cheek. “You look beautiful.”She always looked beautiful.She sized me up and down, then smiled. “You look good too.”I ruffled Angelo’s hair. “Hi, little buddy.” But he avoided me and stood behind Mila.“He’s not very social,” Mila said, smiling apologetically.On the contrary, the boy smiled at every passerby who smiled at him. But I didn’t comment.I knew I had to earn his trust and respect if I wanted to be his father.Once the yacht started moving, he became more relaxed, playing around in the safe area.“I have two plans,” I began as I turned on the engine. “We can enjoy the day here under the beautiful
She followed behind me as I walked into the mansion. Our family was eating their dinner. Once they saw us, their eyes trailed between us. I could see them examining the clothes Mila was wearing. I bet every one of them realized what happened between us. And I didn’t give a fck.Fck them all.They m
I think she messed things up because she heard the name frequently, and it must’ve been similar in pronunciation to that name.I pushed the thought away and kept listening to her, a pain in my heart for letting her suffer alone all this time.“Every touch was a torture. I was so innocent—I used to
I could sense her anxiety in bringing this matter up. Maybe it was purely selfish of me. And it was—indeed. But I had to know.We were sitting on the bed in the bedroom. I held her hands to assure her. They were so cold, freezing. And as she looked up at me with an unfocused gaze, I knew she wasn’t
Would I be exaggerating if I said this was the most peaceful night I’ve had in my entire life?Even though my world was burning, the war with the Castellano family was at its peak… here I was, lying in bed, holding my Mila as if she was all that mattered in life.She beat me.I confess that.“I don







