Mag-log inDante’s POVHis call came just as the city was getting dark with deception—when lights softened, voices lowered, and people were getting ready to close their stalls for the day.“She’s in danger.”Those two words were sharp and enough to make me drop my whiskey, I stood up abruptly and dashed out before getting the details. I gave the valet one strong look and that was all he needed to get my car to me.Luca didn’t need to say her name.My body had reacted before I thought. The room I’d been in—leather chairs, low music, men who feared me even while pretending not to—didn’t matter at all, I just needed to get to her.“Where,” I growled.“Three streets from the café. On the narrow road with bad lighting. Two men. One got away but I was able to handle the other one.”The engine roared beneath my grip as I drove through the streets, the city blurring past me as I drove like I wasn't in control of the wheels anymore—could be rage or the whiskey. I had warned her to be careful. Not because
Alessia’s POVWhen he left the café, the silence didn't feel right. The music was still playing, but the place no longer felt the same. It was colder, heavier, like something important had passed through and taken the warmth with it, I wondered if everyone else felt it.I stayed behind the counter, staring at the space where he had stood. My hands tightly rested on the surface, but I didn’t realize it until my fingers started to ache. My body still felt tense, like it was trying to catch up with the fact that he was gone. My nipples still felt as hard as a rock, too.Sofia was watching me, trying to read my mood.I noticed it when I finally looked up. Her expression wasn’t curious or amused. It was sharp and serious. The kind of look she only gave when she sensed trouble, I knew I was in for tons of questions I didn't even have answers to.She walked over to the door without saying anything, flipped the OPEN sign to CLOSED, and locked it. The sound of the lock clicking into place felt
Alessia’s POVEvery instinct I had was screaming as I stepped out of my apartment. The city moved as it always did—cars honking, voices overlapping, life continuing without care—but my body was tense, alert in a way I couldn’t explain. I wasn’t imagining it anymore.I was being watched, the encounter from last night confirmed it but I just didn't know if it was for a good cause.The walk to the café felt endless. I kept glancing at my reflection in shop windows, half-expecting to see someone standing too close behind me. My shoulders were tight, my jaw clenched. I barely recognized myself—this wary version of the girl who once walked through life without fear. I didn’t like this version of me, the one who felt like she could shatter at the slightest push.The club hadn’t frightened me.What unsettled me was how much I’d felt about someone who seemed so dangerous, the way my body responded to him felt so strange.The way his presence had wrapped around me. The way his voice had ling
“I’m not going.”I folded my arms, leaning against the kitchen counter sipping my favourite cup of coffee as Sofia zipped up her dress with the confidence of someone who already knew she’d win.“You are,” she said without looking at me. “Because you’ve been walking around like the walls are listening, and I refuse to let you disappear into your head.”“I’m fine,” I lied.The truth was, the last place I wanted to be was a crowded club filled with strangers, flashing lights, and too many unknown variables. Loud music wouldn’t drown out the feeling crawling under my skin.She turned, eyes sharp. “You haven’t been fine since that man walked into your café.”My stomach tightened. “He didn’t do anything. He drank his coffee and left.”“That’s what worries me.”I looked away. “Clubs are loud. Crowded. That’s not exactly comforting right now.”“Exactly why we’re going,” she countered. “No shadows. No silence. Just music, people minding their businesses and some bad decisions.” She said with a
Alessia's POV“Stop—Dad, stop!” I jolted awake with a sharp gasp, my heart was hammering so hard against my ribs it hurt. My sheets were twisted around my legs, damp with my own sweat, my hands trembling as if they were still gripping something solid. The dream clung to me. Headlights blinding. Screaming metal. My father’s hands on the steering wheel, shaking and my mother's voice screaming just before everything went wrong. The sound of my phone buzzing had woken me up from my nightmare, thankful for that but I was wondering who was calling at midnight. Unknown number. I hesitated before answering. “Hello?” A low voice answered, smooth and dangerous. “Alessia Moretti.” The voice sounded certain, commanding. My pulse spiked. “Who is this?” A brief pause. “Someone who’s been looking for you,” the man said quietly. “And who finally found you.” The call ended before I could say a word. I stared at the phone, cold shivers running down my spine as my thoughts wandered toward
Alessia’s POV“Touch me, please” I begged as he held up my head and licked the nape of my neck, I could feel my veins popping from anticipation. “Tell me you want me” He whispered into my ear as he bit my ear lightly. I let out a soft moan as I nodded quickly like a kid yearning for candy.He grabbed my neck as he caught my lips with his, and he grabbed my butt with his hands and squeezed it hard.The first thing I felt was heat.It traveled through me quickly like a flash, my body wanted more. With my lips locked on his, he grabbed my breast with his free hand and fondled my nipples through my thin dress. His hard cock brushed my legs lightly as he brought his tongue down to my hard nipples and licked them harshly. My legs were shaking as they could barely hold me anymore.I couldn’t see his face in the dark—only felt the weight of his want for me, the way he explored my body like a promise waiting to be claimed. My skin tingled, nerves lighting up one by one, every sanity left in







