"The New Face"AntonioThe courtyard was alive with movements, guards were patrolling the ground, staffs were moving from one destination to the other. And the occasional clink of glasses from some of my men hanging out at the far side of the courtyard. And now it seems someone had arrived, I could hear the steady tapping of Lorenzo’s shoes as he crossed the stone path toward me. As long as I've known him, he had always been unhurried, always too comfortable, like the world belonged to him. "Boss," he greeted, arms slightly spread, grin fixed in place. "Missed me?"I took a slow sip of my whiskey. "Should I have?" Lorenzo chuckled, sliding into the seat across from me without invitation. "That’s cold, see as I came all this way to see you." "You don’t do anything without reason Lorenzo, you've forgotten I've known you for a long time."He smirked, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with a flick of his lighter. "And here I thought you’d appreciate a friendly face." I didn’t a
The Friendly ManElisaThe days at the estate had fallen into a hard, steady rhythm of brutal training, quiet meals, restless nights. But beneath the surface, the tension remained like a coiled serpent waiting to strike.It was better than I’d expected, it was not freedom, but it wasn't the hell I had prepared myself for, when I was first taken captive.After another exhausting sparring session with Matteo, I decided to take a few minutes to breathe fresh air alone in the courtyard. The Sicilian sun was bright and sharp against the stone pillars, heating the air til it shimmered. I was so distracted that I didn’t hear the footsteps until the man was almost on me.“Hi Elisa! There you are.”I turned sharply, on guard, a strange man was approaching, smiling like we were old friends, his suit was sharp, open-collared, and casual. His whole presence was relaxed, too relaxed for a place like this, it was strange.“Hope I’m not interrupting,” he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners as
New DoubtsAntonioThe file lay open on my desk, the crisp pages stark against the heavy shadows that clung to the corners of my study.David, has always, had been thorough. His investigation into Elisa Bianchi’s background was extensive, or at least, as extensive and thorough as it could be with what little had been made available.I skimmed the documents again, dates names, training records. All of it meticulously organized, yet the deeper I looked, the more the gaps bled through.Her training was excellent, even for someone molded by Pietro Bianchi’s hand, who everyone knew was a coward.He training included various type of weapons and Infiltration techniques, Close-quarters combat, her skills were polished to a razor’s edge, it all seemed too clean.There were inconsistencies, time frames that didn’t align, events she should have been present for, but no records to prove it. Sudden leaps into limelight with no logical explanation.It didn’t make sense.“What do you make of it?” I
"Out in the Field"ElisaThe drive out to Palermo was long enough for doubt to settle in my bones. Matteo sat behind the wheel, a steady hand on the controls, his gaze fixed on the darkened road ahead.Neither of us spoke much, we didn’t need to. The weight of what we were walking into hung heavy between us.Antonio had been clear, the meeting at the old warehouse was arranged between one of his captains and a mid-level informant connected to the drug routes that belonged to one of his rivals, the Ricci family.It was a simple mission, we didn't need to establish contact or engagement, we were just eyes and ears. We were to verify the informant’s identity and loyalty without being seen.But "simple" in this world usually meant someone was lying.I shifted in my seat, adjusting the knife strapped against my thigh, that I was giving solely for this mission, the cold press of steel was oddly reassuring. Matteo caught the movement from the corner of his eye and smirked."You're wound up
"The Shift"Antonio I watched the warehouse footage flickering across the screen in silence, it was chaos everywhere. This was supposed to be a simple operation, they were to observe, report, and were not to engage. Matteo had been tasked with testing her instincts, I had expected resistance, maybe even some stubbornness from Elisa, what I hadn’t expected was an ambush.The attackers were fast, coordinated, they’d come prepared. But Elisa? She was faster, she moved through the dark like a blade, precise, and deadly. Her movements were fluid, she didn’t hesitate when Matteo was pinned down, she was already in motion, a gun stripped from one of the attackers before the man even realized it was gone. Two shots, bodies fell, when Matteo staggered back, she caught his arm, steadying him as they cleared the rest, and then, it was over.I leaned back in my chair, fingers pressed together, watching the playback one more time. Matteo had called me as soon as they were clear, “Someone set u
"Out of the Dark"ElisaBy the time I walked back to my room, exhaustion had sank into my bones like a dead weight. The adrenaline from the ambush had long since wore off, leaving only the bitter aftertaste of what happened. It was a setup, it seems someone had wanted us dead. I pushed the door shut behind me and leaned against it for a moment, the silence pressing in. My body was intact, no cuts, no broken bones but my mind wouldn't stop spinning. Every step outside these walls felt like walking blind through a field of knives.Matteo had been lucky, he had just a graze from the fight, but the thought didn't comfort me, luck usually ran out.I crossed the room slowly, glancing around. The space was larger than the cold cell I'd stayed in before, but it still felt like it wasn't truly mine. The walls were too clean, the windows too high, and the books stacked neatly on the shelves seemed chosen to make the room appear welcoming, not because anyone thought I would really read anythin
"The Game Begins"AntonioThe door clicked shut behind Bianca, sealing the silence inside the room. Elisa stood in the center, she was tense, I could tell from her body language. She hadn't relaxed since bianca left, Instead, she looked around the room like someone was about to attack her.I leaned against the door, studying her. "The room," I said, voice low, "An upgrade, wouldn't you say?"Her mouth twitched into something between a frown and a smirk. “It lacks bars,” she said.A small smile tugged at my lips, “bars are too obvious,” I murmured, pushing off the door, “there are other ways to keep someone caged.”She didn't back away, the tension thickened, coiling through the air like smoke, she was smaller than me, but there was nothing fragile about the way she held herself tense, ready to strike if she had to.Her gaze flicked to the window, then back to me, sharp as a blade, "Why am I here, Antonio?" she asked. "If you meant to kill me, you would have done so already."I took
"The Rival In the House"ElisaThe room felt too quiet, despite the comfort of the thick blankets and the soft pillows, sleep wouldn’t come. Antonio’s visit earlier was still on my mind, heavy like a weight I couldn’t shake off. His gaze, was really intense and they affected me in ways I refuse to admit,something wasn’t right about some of his questions, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. I had to clear my mind, before I went crazy, I decided to leave the room and wander around the house.The halls were wide and quiet, the house was old, full of history, and every step I took felt like I was walking through memories. The silence made me uneasy, I needed to keep moving. Turning a corner, I caught sight of a woman talking to one of the housekeepers in the hallway. She was tall, with dark hair, her appearance calm, yet she carried herself with a certain sharpness. There was something about her that stood out, even among all the other people in this house.When the housekeeper left,
"The Warning"AntonioThe door to my office swung open, and Lorenzo stepped in, but before he could even register the tension in the air, I moved. One swift punch to his face, knocking him backward into the wall.He froze, blinking in disbelief as his hand shot up to his mouth, wiping the blood that dropped from his lip, he wasn't expecting this I could tell from his reaction.“What the hell, Antonio?” he sputtered, his voice filled with surprise and confusion.“Shut the hell up, you idiot,” I barked, my voice cold. “You know exactly why I hit you.”He wiped his mouth again, eyeing me, and then Matteo, who stood by the window, his posture tense, his eyes watching the exchange closely. Matteo wasn’t here to stop me, I asked him to be here so he could see how far I’d go.“What the hell is this about?” Lorenzo spat, still trying to gather himself, “why did you hit me, what did I do?”I stepped closer, my voice low and controlled. “You know exactly what this is about, you really think I
"Snakes Among Us" ElisaDays blurred together, and I noticed that every attempt I made in finding the keys to Antonio’s office had ended in frustration. He moved with an air that made him feel untouchable, he was always one step ahead, it was as if he could sense when I was getting too close, the more I searched, the more elusive it became.Training with Matteo had become my only escape, my outlet for the tension that was growing inside me. Each session in the courtyard was harsh and demanding, and it allowed me to focus on something other than the constant war in my mind. The morning air was crisp today, as I made my way toward the training grounds. The scent of wet and freshly cut grass filled the air, the coolness settling on my skin, it was a small reminder that I was still in control of something, even if it was just my own movements. I walked quickly, my senses sharpened by years of living on alert. The Romano estate had a rhythm, a pulse, and over time, I had learned to
“Judgment Hour”AntonioThe knock on my door came before sunrise, two sharp taps, followed by silence. Matteo never knocked unless it was serious.I pushed the sheets off my body and stood up, barefoot against the cold marble floor and walked to the door. When I opened it, the expression on his face said everything I needed to know, this was definitely an emergency.He didn’t need an invitation, he stepped in and closed it quietly behind him.“What is it?” I asked, already bracing myself.He held up his phone, “Lorenzo moved a shipment through Lucio's port last night.”That woke me up faster than a slap, I stared at him. “Lucio’s port? You’re sure?”Matteo nodded once, “Confirmed, one of our guys on surveillance caught it, there were trucks, cargo, and Lorenzo himself, on-site.”He turned the phone toward me, the screen showed images of last night, three trucks lined up under the cover of night, and the next photo had Lorenzo, his face partially visible, standing near the containe
“Uncovering the Truth”ElisaThe dream had plagued me again, it was the same voice, hoarse, terrified and full of love that was echoing in my ears. “Elisa… run.”Every time I heard it, something in me twisted, it wasn’t just a dream anymore, it was Something real, and it was digging its way out of my memory, piece by piece.The De Luca name, once foreign and meaningless, had started to feel like a coat I was finally learning how to wear. I didn’t know the whole story yet, but I could feel the truth pressing against the surface of my mind, waiting for the right moment to break through.Antonio’s office was always locked, and I knew for a fact that it held answers.That morning, Matteo pushed me harder than usual in training, the secluded courtyard was quiet except for the sound of fists hitting pads and shoes scraping stone. The sun was already hot, but Matteo didn’t ease up, his blows were sharp and fast, and forced me to respond faster. I welcomed the pain, the ache in my arms,
"Her Bloodline"AntonioThe door to the meeting room shut behind me with a soft thud. Inside, the room was quiet but tense, nothing unusual. My capos and senior associates sat around the long polished table, each man alert, waiting for my cue to begin. The scent of strong coffee lingered, mixed with faint traces of leather and paper.This meeting wasn’t just about business, it was about the preparation for the upcoming shipment through Calabria, and it was high-value and high-risked.I stood at the head of the table and got straight to it.“Lorenzo,” I said, eyes meeting him across the table, “Report on the Calabrian arrangements.”He leaned forward, easy confidence on his face. “We’re in good shape, the route’s clear, our contacts have confirmed passage. Local authorities have been... handled, quietly.”His voice was casual, as always, but I watched him closely. Matteo had shared a few things with me recently, I wasn’t jumping to conclusions, but I was listening with sharper ears n
"Heretic Blood"ElisaThe name De Luca no longer felt like a distant curiosity, It had weight now. It was real, heavy, and impossible to ignore. The photograph and the ring weren’t just random things I’d stumbled on, they were pieces of a puzzle I didn’t even know I’d been solving.They were mine, somehow, they were part of me.And if I couldn't get answers from anyone here, it would be Bianca. I’d seen her father in that photograph, the first one I had received, that meant something I was sure. There was a crack in the wall of lies I had lived in all my life, I just needed to keep chipping away at it.I found her in the greenhouse, It was late afternoon, the sky outside glowing with a soft golden hue that filtered through the glass ceiling. The scent of flowers wrapped around me, there were lavender, orchids, something citrusy and wild. The greenhouse was warm, calm, and nothing like the rest of this estate.Bianca stood near the far corner, misting a delicate orchid, her hands mo
"Hunter's Calm"AntonioI couldn’t shake the memory of the kiss off, It had come out of nowhere, and I had responded in a way I hadn’t expected. Elisa’s reaction to the kiss, sharp and full of fire, had surprised me. There was something about the way she resisted, about the way she pushed back, that intrigues me. It wasn’t just about the kiss, It was about the challenge she gave.But I wasn’t in the mood for challenges right now.I walked down the hallway from my suite, my mind still clouded, I’d just dealt with the scene of Elisa in my study. She’d been searching through my things, trying to piece together something I didn’t want her to know, that pissed me off more than I cared to admit. But I couldn’t ignore the spark that had flown between us, but I needed to regain control fast, and I needed to focus.I crossed the corridor, ignoring the guards stationed by the stairs. They stood straighter when they saw me, but I didn’t acknowledge them. My mood right now was too volatile t
"Fangs Beneath Skin"ElisaHis kiss wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t romantic. It was hard and demanding, like he was trying to prove something, it shocked me, but I didn’t back down.I wasn’t going to be the girl who melted into his arms, I wasn’t going to be his prisoner or his plaything.So I fought him.I kissed him back not because I wanted to surrender, but because I wanted to show him I could match his fire. My hands gripped his arms tightly, my nails digging through the fabric of his jacket. Our mouths clashed like two forces unwilling to yield, each trying to dominate the other, his control met my resistance, and the air between us sparked with something dark and tangled.The taste of him, clean, sharp and familiar coated my lips. I hated that it stirred something in me, a heat, a flicker of want I refuse to admit.Then reality came rushing back.What the hell was I doing, this was Antonio, the man who is holding me against my will, the man who killed Pietro, the man I tried to kil
"Fangs Beneath Skin"ElisaHis kiss wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t romantic. It was hard and demanding, like he was trying to prove something, it shocked me, but I didn’t back down.I wasn’t going to be the girl who melted into his arms, I wasn’t going to be his prisoner or his plaything.So I fought him.I kissed him back not because I wanted to surrender, but because I wanted to show him I could match his fire. My hands gripped his arms tightly, my nails digging through the fabric of his jacket. Our mouths clashed like two forces unwilling to yield, each trying to dominate the other, his control met my resistance, and the air between us sparked with something dark and tangled.The taste of him, clean, sharp and familiar coated my lips. I hated that it stirred something in me, a heat, a flicker of want I refuse to admit.Then reality came rushing back.What the hell was I doing, this was Antonio, the man who is holding me against my will, the man who killed Pietro, the man I tried to kil