LOGINChapter 92|The Past- Luciano (Age 16)|It is the silence that hits me as soon as I open the front door of the house that immediately lets me know something is wrong. The house is never this quiet. It's either Papà is barking out orders on a phone call—of which, the calls don't stop coming in or Mamma is reciting her latest poem while trying to add even more spice to whatever she's making. Kiara has discovered she likes to talk a lot about everything she learned in school, everything including boys in motorcycle clubs, boys that I would rather slice my ears off than hear about one more time. She's only ten by the way.Each step I take makes my heart pound loudly in my ears. Something is wrong… something is definitely wrong. Hushed voices drift from the kitchen, my mother's whispered words freezing me in place.“You've done it again!” She cries out, the loud keening sound from her filling the entire room. “You don't think about us at all. You only care about yourself.”I press mysel
Chapter 91 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~°* A low noise I can't explain tears me from sleep. The sound more terrifying than anything else I have ever heard in my entire life. I stare into the dark and there it is again: a throaty sound full of dark despair. What is that? A wave of fear comes crashing down on me when I realize the tone is way too familiar. Rubbing my eyes, I sit upright, my eyes still searching through the dimly lit room. Luciano? Is that Luciano? I'm on my feet before the next grieving sound fills the room. I can't make out more than the outline of Luciano's body, all I know is that the bed is shaking from the force of whatever is happening to him. I switch on the lights, not sure if I should call the doctor yet or not. “Luciano?” I whisper, my voice so little and quiet I can barely hear it. He doesn't answer me. Instead, I notice his eyes are firmly closed, and his hands are clenched into fists. My first instinct is that it might be a seizure, perhaps somet
Hey Lovelies! I know I must have said "updates begins regularly" not once, not twice in the little notes underneath the chapters, and still didn't keep to that promise. I'm honestly sorry for that. Skipping updates is definitely not intentional on my path. This month has been quite unsteady with the updates—for that, I sincerely apologize. I have a lot going on right now, like literally—I'm fighting for my mental health. Like I said in the disclaimer, I am a law student, so things get really rough and scary at some point. And this is one of those times. I'm trying to scale through this month as much as possible, and I really hope you can see my efforts... although it's only a chapter update here and there. Additionally, my exams are approaching and it's a really crazy time for me. So why am I saying this? I don't want you to feel like I have abandoned this book. I wouldn't dare... I would never. If anything, I aim to finish a book before starting another, and that's how i
Chapter 90••~••°••~••Luciano••~••°••~••She jumps off the couch, the tea cup in her hands slipping through and crashing down onto the floor. The sound echoes through the room, but clearly it doesn't startle her because she runs towards me, carefully bypassing the broken pieces. “Oh my god! What happened?”I don't know how else to tell her what exactly happened in order to make it less painful to hear, so I hold my hands out in what I hope is a soothing gesture. “Elizabeth, don't worry. I'm fine. It's just a few scratches.”She shakes her head like she can't believe I just uttered those words. “It's…” She closes the space between us, whatever body mist she is putting on fills my nostrils, completely overwhelming me. Her eyes waters as she takes me in, her hand hovering over my chest, trying to ascertain which part hurts and which doesn't. “It's… It's not just a few scratches,” she murmurs, her voice shaky as she speaks. Her hands tracing the blood stains I have on my shirt. “You're
Chapter 89••~••°••~••Luciano••~••°••~••{Note: This scene takes place before the previous chapter but on the same day.}10:30pm.It's that late in the evening when I walk into the Don’s manor, heading to one of the the large rooms made for wrestling and fighting at the underground part of the building. Our soldiers train here regularly and are all gathered now, surrounding the boxing ring in the center of the room.I know why I have been summoned, and I also know what's coming next, regardless, I keep on walking—shoulders painfully bruised.Alessandro stands at the center of the ring and I walk towards him, head high. This is only a small price to pay for Elizabeth. It shocks me deeply that I'm willing to do more for her if it comes down to it, including going against the Don.Alessandro doesn't say anything, neither does he give me a reassuring smile that this is only going to be one of those times. No. He does none of that. Which only means it's going to be as brutal as it can ge
Chapter 88*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*“Thank you,” I utter, my voice barely audible as I take the tea cup from Ms. Gladys, Luciano's housekeeper who I'm just meeting for the very first time. Turns out she was on leave during the periods I had been here. She's old, looks like she is in her early sixties, gives me a smile that I'm so comfortable seeing and doesn't look like she's mad her boss brought an unknown lady home. If anything, she has been so kind, available, and honestly, it's a bit strange to me.“Do you want anything else, Miss?” She asks, with that gentle smile still plastered on her face, inherently softening her features.I shake my head, gripping the tea cup like my life depends on it. I really need the burn from it, anything to help remind me I'm not in the dream and this is all real.“Alright then. My room is the first one down the hallway,” she describes while pointing in directions, “If you need anything… anything at all. One knock would do.”I nod this time arou
Chapter 72*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*I wake up to the sunlight glaring directly into my face.Lord, why is it so bright?I let out a soft whimper and try to dodge the light by turning away, but my body is weighed down by something.It takes me a second to process that I'm actually in bed with
Chapter 71 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••°••~•• Fuck. There are three rules I live by. One: Always trust your instincts, no matter the situation. Secondly, don't make stupid mistakes that will get you killed. And lastly—never, ever, get yourself an addiction—a weakness, because it'll only serve as
Chapter 67 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••°••~•• I grip her ass and hoist her up into my arms. Her legs part and wrap around me as her center presses against my throbbing cock. She is still kissing me while I return the kiss with the exact same fervour as I blindly kick the door open, walking us into
Chapter 66*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*I'm holding my breath when I step into his cabin. We haven't said anything to each other since what happened at the garden. The only time he spoke to me was when he wanted me to know where we were going. And when he told me he was taking me back to the cab







