LOGINADRIAN The tires screamed against wet asphalt as I took the last corner too fast. It had started raining, and the headlights cut through it like knives, but everything beyond the windshield was a blur. My pulse hammered in my throat, in my temples, in my goddamn fingertips clutching the steering wheel. Rico’s last words still rang in my ears, louder than the engine. ‘I simply took what belongs to me.’ Stefan. My son. Taken. I slammed the brakes in front of the house. The car hadn’t even fully stopped when the front door flew open and Valentina came running barefoot across the gravel, coatless, hair plastered to her face by the rain. She looked like a ghost in the floodlights— pale, wild-eyed, and already breaking. “Adrian!” The scream tore out of her the second she reached me. She collided with my chest so hard I had to brace my legs to keep from falling backward. Her hands clawed at my jacket, my shirt, anything she could grab. “Tell me I heard wrong. Tell me you didn’t sa
ADRIAN I closed the door on Valentina’s terrified face before facing Rico, who was still holding his gun. Despite the almost irresistible urge to pull my own, I didn’t. I still had to show respect to Rico and he appreciated me more than most of his other Underbosses. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t kill me. There wasn’t a man or woman that Rico wasn’t capable of killing, except for his wife and daughters— maybe. “Did you kill Serena?” He suddenly asked. “No. I didn’t even consider it,” I said. “She killed herself, like I told you. She missed him too much.” The pain of the past didn’t come this time. Serena was the past. Valentina was my present and future. She’d shown me what it meant to love a woman as fiercely as I loved my children. Rico sheathed his gun. “I expect the truth from my men.” I swallowed, knowing that we were starting to breach dangerous territory. “I didn’t want anyone to find out that Serena had cheated. Some people did, of course, and their reaction was bad enou
VALENTINA I smiled, trying to mask my nerves. “Good evening, Rico. I’m sorry to disturb you. Can I have a word with you?” Rico glanced behind me at Elia and the look in his eyes sent a chill down my back. “I didn’t expect you, Valentina.” He said as his wary gaze settled on me. We were family, but that didn’t mean we were close or that Rico trusted me the slightest bit. He didn’t trust anyone. After a moment, he nodded and opened the door for me. “Come in.” I walked past him. “Elia will wait outside. What we have to discuss is private.” Rico raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment as he closed the door. According to the rules in our world, this was inappropriate. A married woman wasn’t supposed to be alone with another man, but I’d never bothered with these rules and wasn’t going to start now. Rico motioned me toward the seating area of his suite. I sank down on the white sofa. He took a seat in an armchair across from me, then returned his gun to the holster around his chest, b
VALENTINA My father’s face became hard like stone. He glared down at his plate and I almost felt guilty because despite all his faults, I loved him. He’d been a better father than many other men in our world. “How can you speak in that tone to your father? Show some respect,” Mom hissed. I took a bite of the beef tenderloin, trying to stay calm. Keeping a level head had become more difficult since pregnancy hormones were in play. “I respect you, but your ambition is going to ruin our lives. I don’t care if this baby becomes Underboss. I want only the best for him, but becoming a leader in our world isn’t part of it.” “You were always a dreamer, Valentina. It’s what I love about you,” Dad said, breaking through my rising anger until his next words. “But as a man, I can’t afford irrational daydreams. I know the realities of our life. And the truth is that all that matters is a position of power. I won’t have the son of a cheating whore as an Underboss. Our grandson will rule over
VALENTINA I didn’t breathe until the hallway door swung shut behind me. My father. How could Ernesto have told my father of all people? “He might as well have printed flyers and thrown them on the streets,” I muttered under my breath, anger pushing heat up my throat. “Why would he tell anyone?” I marched down the corridor so fast I nearly bumped into Gemma. She grabbed my arm before I could fall. “Whoa! hey, hey,” she said, eyes wide. “What happened? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” “Nothing,” I instantly lied, forcing my expression into something neutral. My heart was hammering, my palms felt slick. “I just remembered… I’m late. For something. I have to go.” Gemma frowned. “Val—” “I’m fine,” I said too quickly. “Really.” She didn’t look convinced, but she stepped aside. I gave her a tight smile and hurried toward the elevators. Elia was already there, standing alert like always, eyes scanning the corridor. When he saw me coming at him like a storm, he straightened
VALENTINA By the time I reached the fourth month of my pregnancy, I was starting to feel self conscious. The baby, our “the little bean” as we were calling him until he was safely in our arms, had taken up permanent residence on my bladder and seemed to think my ribs were a drum kit. I knew it was still too early to be feeling all of this, so it was probably just my anxiety that was making it all worse. I was exhausted, emotional, and secretly terrified that every twinge I felt meant something was wrong. Then the call came in the middle of the night. Adrian’s dad, Ernesto, had collapsed at the dinner table. He’d had another heart attack, and this one worse. The doctors were careful with their words, but their eyes said everything: Prepare yourselves. Two days later, Ernesto asked to see me alone and I was immediately filled with dread. Adrian was in California on business he couldn’t postpone. I could have waited. I should have waited. Instead I kissed the kids goodbye, told S
VALENTINAAdrian kept his promise. The next day he came home at dinnertime. To be honest, I was surprised. I hadn’t thought he’d keep a promise that he’d given with my naked body on top of him. Maybe I had my own trust issues to work through too.He looked surprised when he walked into the kitchen
ADRIANValentina was bent over the pool table. The soft lamplight traced the curve of her neck and the loose waves of her hair as she lined up her shot. Her tongue peeked out between her lips in concentration, and I caught myself smiling despite trying not to. She looked so determined, and yet so d
ADRIANShe was sprawled out on top of me afterward, my hands splayed out on her firm ass. Her bangs stuck to her sweaty forehead. “Now we talk,” she said when I hadn’t even caught my breath.“Valentina—”“You promised,” she said, and her eyes stopped any protest I might have had.“I did.” She waite
ADRIANValentina leaned back, bracing herself with her hands against my thighs, giving me better access and a beautiful view. Her smile turned teasing when my cock brushed her lower back. “Not such an old man after all, hmm?”I circled my thumb faster, enjoying how her hips moved, chasing my finger







