INICIAR SESIÓN**Chapter 12: Ashes of Possession**I slammed the door of the study behind me so hard the walls shook.The sound echoed through the empty wing of the house like a gunshot, but it wasn’t enough. My hands were still shaking as I poured myself a drink. Whiskey sloshed over the rim, staining the my desk. What a fucking joke, everything I had built, every string I’d pulled, every sacrifice I’d made, it was all slipping through my fingers like dry sand.And the worst part? I’d only just realized I didn’t even want most of it, Vera.Beautiful, polished Vera with her perfect smile and her strategic plans. I had convinced myself I loved her, or at least that she was the one I was supposed to love. She was strong, knew about the mafia world, she could help me climb the rangs, with her I thought I would be unstable.But love? No, I don't love her like I thought I did, I thought she was for me but it turns out I loved someone else.But he wasn’t mine anymore, she hadn’t been for a long time,
I slammed the door of the study behind me so hard the walls shook.The sound echoed through the empty wing of the house like a gunshot, but it wasn’t enough. My hands were still shaking as I poured myself a drink. Whiskey sloshed over the rim, staining the my desk. What a fucking joke, everything I had built, every string I’d pulled, every sacrifice I’d made, it was all slipping through my fingers like dry sand.And the worst part? I’d only just realized I didn’t even want most of it, Vera.Beautiful, polished Vera with her perfect smile and her strategic plans. I had convinced myself I loved her, or at least that she was the one I was supposed to love. She was strong, knew about the mafia world, she could help me climb the rangs, with her I thought I would be unstable.But love? No, I don't love her like I thought I did, I thought she was for me but it turns out I loved someone else.But he wasn’t mine anymore, she hadn’t been for a long time, and the realization hit me like a b
The sun was already setting when Vito left Mrs De La Cruz’s house the next day.He had taken the orphan children to an orphanage and left them there.The next day he formed an aliance with late Mr De La Cruz’s rival who had been trying to work with Vito for a very long time.“Tell your people in Palermo we keep our word,” Vito said, his voice was low and calm, “Cross us, and the next conversation won’t be this civil.”Of course he knew Vito had taken care of Mrs De La Cruz after she double crossed himThe Spaniard nodded too quickly, Vito shook hands with him and left.Two hours later, he was wheels-up on his private jet, loosening his tie with one hand while accepting a glass of aged Amarone from the flight attendant with the other.“Direct to New York, Boss?” she asked softly.“Straight through. No delays.”He stared out the window as the Spanish coast disappeared beneath the clouds. Spain had been productive, but it had also been exile. He had spent the entire weekend away from Z
Zoya's POV I woke up Saturday morning to the sound of tiny feet thundering down the hallway like a herd of very determined elephants. A smile tugged at my lips before I even opened my eyes. Emilia whirlwind who was somehow about to make this madeweekend feel like the start of a grand expedition.“Mama! Mama, it’s weekend!” she whisper-shouted right next to my ear, her breath smelling like strawberry toothpaste. She must have already raided the bathroom. I cracked one eye open and found her face inches from mine, her curls wild around her head like a halo that had lost a fight with static electricity.“Five more minutes?” I teased, reaching out to pull her under the covers.“Nooo! We have to make today count!” She produced a crumpled piece of pink construction paper from behind her back. In bright marker it read: “mama and Emilia's Epic Weekend” with little drawings of hearts, stars, and what I suspected was meant to be a unicorn riding a bicycle.For a three years old, she was way
The wheels of my private jet kissed the runway at Josep Tarradellas Barcelona-El Prat Airport just as the sun dipped low over the Mediterranean, painting the sky in bloody oranges and reds. Fitting. I’d come to Spain for blood, after all. I didn’t waste time, A black SUV waited on the tarmac. My men moved like shadows, they were silent, efficient, armed. We checked into the Hotel Arts, a sleek tower overlooking the sea. I took the penthouse. The bed was too soft, the silence too loud. I poured myself a glass of aged whiskey and stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring at the city lights. Pulling my phone out I called Zoya to let her know I had arrived safely. I had given her permission to go to her dad's and that's where she was.The reason why I was here was Mrs De La Cruz, she has some answers to give me.Mrs. De La Cruz would probably meet her maker tomorrow.The thought didn’t bring me pleasure. It was simply business, she had crossed me.Rossi had known too much about
**Zoya's POV**For the past week, Vito has been fucking me steadily, without restraint. He doesn’t care where we are, the garden, the pool, the kitchen, his office, or even the middle of his living room. Whenever the mood strikes him, he takes me right there, claiming me with raw hunger, uncaring if anyone might be watching.Thankfully, he’s gone to Spain for a few days to handle business with a partner. I’m using this precious breathing room to relax and heal. My pussy is still sore, swollen, and deliciously bruised, a tender reminder of his ruthless appetite. When it comes to pampering a woman, Vito Castellano knows exactly how to spoil her rotten. But when it comes to tearing her apart in bed, he takes the trophy every single time, in the most deliciously brutal way.I’m on my way to Emilia’s school, just as I’ve done these past few days. With Vito’s permission, I’m allowed to stay at home until he returns. He recently bought me a sleek new car, insisting I stop using anyth







