LOGINFina’s POVLeaving the Shakur Estate felt heavier than I expected.I sat quietly in the boat as it cut through the water, my eyes fixed on the shoreline growing farther away. Helen stood beside her husband, waving at us from the dock.I lifted my hand and waved back.Even from this distance, I could still see the sadness in her eyes.The truth she had shared about her son, and granddaughter, with me refused to leave my mind.The lies, the sacrifices, the impossible choices.This life.I looked away before the knot in my chest tightened any further.When I glanced behind me, Dario was steering the boat himself. Four additional boats surrounded us, moving in formation.My brows furrowed, we had arrived at the Shakur mansion in cars.Now we were leaving by sea. Nothing with Dario was ever simple.The journey lasted roughly thirty minutes before the yacht finally came into view.Relief washed through me, for some reason, I just wanted to be alone.The moment the boat reached the yacht, Da
Fina’s POVThe next morning arrived far too quickly.I stood in front of Dario, fixing the collar of his shirt while he remained as grumpy as ever.Honestly, if someone didn’t know him, they would think he was heading to a funeral instead of breakfast.“Stop looking so miserable,” I said, smoothing the fabric. “I’m alive. I didn’t die.”His jaw tightened.“That doesn’t mean I should overlook what happened.”I sighed. “Dario…”“No.”His eyes found mine. “I’m not letting it go, Fina.”I knew that look. The one that meant his mind was already made up.So instead of arguing, I reached up and adjusted his collar again.“Well, I already gave you a treat last night. That should count for something.”A reluctant chuckle escaped him, and the sound felt like a victory.“You think that fixes everything?”“It should.”“It doesn’t.”I rolled my eyes. “You’re impossible.”“And you’re reckless.”I laughed softly, there was no winning with him.“Come on,” I said, slipping my hand into his. “Let’s not
Dario’s POVThe cold water hit my flesh hard, but the thoughts clouding my mind made sure I didn’t feel the sting.This was supposed to be a simple business meeting, but my stubborn wife decided to make me shoot somebody.I closed my eyes and imagined her naked beside me, trying to help me bathe.Jesus, Dario, relax. I scolded myself because my cock was already hard.Give your wife a break. She deserves that at least. Yet, truly, I knew that advice was never from my heart.Suddenly, my hands wrapped my dick, and I began stroking myself. Under the running water, I masturbated to the imagination of my naked wife, who was behind the door waiting.Five minutes into stroking, I felt off. It didn’t feel as good, so I paused.I turned the shower off, and I suddenly heard a familiar sound.Grrrrrrr (the sound of a vibrator).Then, “hmmmm..” a moan followed.My body tensed, and I immediately went for my wife.“Holy fuck!” I roared at the scene I strode into.My beautiful Fina was sprawled on t
Dario’s povThe warehouse smelled of oil, metal, and old wood.Rows of crates stretched across the building, stacked high beneath the hanging industrial lights. Men moved back and forth in silence, checking manifests and securing shipments while forklifts hummed in the distance.I walked beside Shakur, my hands buried in my pockets.The old man talked as we moved between the rows.“We’ve already reached out to our contacts in Asia,” he said. “The next shipment should arrive sooner than expected.”“Sooner isn’t soon enough.”Shakur laughed under his breath.“Still impatient.”“I need everything.”The smile faded from his face, because he understood.The Dead Ravens were becoming bolder. The war with Julio hadn’t completely settled.And if another enemy decided to crawl out of the shadows, I intended to be prepared.Prepared men survived, unprepared men became headlines.Shakur stopped beside a crate and knocked his knuckles against it.“This batch is clean.”“It better be.”His eyes na
Fina’s POVMrs. Shakur, and one of the teachers stopped dead in the doorway. The color drained from their face.For one terrible second, nobody moved.Nobody breathed.Behind Mrs. Shakur, I noticed the teacher slowly backing away.Then she suddenly turned and ran.Then the woman behind me screamed.“Stay back!”Her arm tightened around my neck. The knife pressed harder against my throat.A sharp sting shot through my skin, and I felt fresh blood trickle down my neck.I cried out. “Please!”My voice shook violently. “Don’t move!”The woman was trembling so badly that I could feel it through her body.Mrs. Shakur slowly raised her hands.“You let Donna Fina go right now.”“Stay back!” the woman shrieked again. “Stay back or I’ll kill her!”The knife dug deeper. I sucked in a shaky breath.My heart hammered against my ribs. Then something clicked in my head.The way they were looking at each other. The hatred.The fear. They knew each other.Mrs. Shakur’s face hardened.“I should have ki
Fina’s POVThe Shakur Estate was even more beautiful up close.As Mrs. Shakur led me down a stone pathway lined with flowers, I couldn’t help looking around in admiration. The estate sat quietly on the outskirts of Sicily, surrounded by hills and greenery. It felt peaceful here. Safe.I hadn’t traveled much outside Italy growing up. My father had always kept me close, protected by the Cosa Nostra and surrounded by guards.So seeing places like this still amazed me.“You seem surprised,” Mrs. Shakur said with a smile.“Didn't expect an estate so beautiful hidden on an island.”.”“It’s breathtaking, isn’t it?”“It really is.”She laughed softly, then she glanced at me.“You have one yourself.”I frowned.“Have one what?”“An orphanage.”Realization dawned on me. “Oh. Casa Serena.”She nodded.“My husband told my husband about it. Dario talks about it often.”That surprised me. “Dario talks about the orphanage?”“He does.”I looked away, somehow that felt strange.“I don’t really know mu







