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
MilaSlap!My five fingers left a red print on Luca's face. The moment my palm connected with his cheek, I froze, realizing what I had just done. I struck Il Don. If the guards had been around, they would have shot me dead on the spot.He didn't flinch though. Our eyes remained locked, and an ugly
I turned my back to her and pretended to put the dumbbells back in their place. I needed to keep my hands busy and my eyes away from her.“Why?” I asked. Soft fingers wrapped around my hand, and the scent of jasmine overwhelmed my senses as she bent down, her voice soft yet filled with concern. “W
LucaI couldn't shake the heavy weight of remorse. Why had I brought her back? She slipped beneath my skin like a slow, burning poison. I hated myself for making that decision. Damn that bad decision.I dodged the punch aimed at me and panted, “Two weeks is a short time, no one’s ready for a weddi
“Morning, Mommy,” Angelo shouted happily as he climbed onto the bed after using the bathroom.I messed with his hair, turned him onto his stomach, and started tickling him. He giggled loudly and screamed, “Stop, Mommy! Please, stop!”“No, you didn't give me a morning kiss; so this is your punishmen







