LOGIN"You were promised to me, Alessia, not even death can change that." Alessia Capone was born a mafia princess, powerful last name, perfect future and zero control. At just fourteen, her parents sold her into a blood-soaked engagement with Rino Lombardi, the cold, dangerous heir of Italy’s most feared criminal empire. He was obsessed from the moment he saw her. She hated him before he even spoke. To escape that fate, she ran straight into the arms of another man. A man who turned out to be worse than her worst nightmare. Now, decades later, Rino Lombardi is back. Widowed. Ruthless. More powerful than ever. And still maddeningly obsessed with the one woman who got away. He made a vow to himself. If he can’t have her willingly, he’ll burn the world until she begs to come home. But Alessia is no longer the young girl he once knew. She’s a queen in her own right. She’ll never kneel, never submit, not even to the devil she once escaped. ...Or will she? Because the man she swore to hate may be the only one she’s ever truly belonged to. And this time, he’s not asking.
View MorePepper Ferguson POV
JFK International Airport.
Our plane just landed, and my husband Victor, who is the CEO of Gunner Holdings, Inc., shot up from his seat.
Excitement was all over him while he waited for the door to open so he could disembark.
It wouldn't be a problem since his family owned the airline.
The Gunner Holdings, Inc. also had stakes in the country's maritime industry. Aside from an airline, the Gunner family owned several shipping lines, which makes my husband a very wealthy man.
"Ma'am?" The flight attendant gestured toward the open door, and I followed him out, careful in keeping my distance because Victor always gets annoyed with me these days.
After immigration, I saw Victor walk out of the arrival area.
He quickened his steps when he heard a boy call out his name and rushed out to meet him.
"Daddy Victor!" The child squealed when he was carried into Victor's arms.
Then, his mother neared them. The sound of her stiletto heels clacking on the floor grated on my nerves.
As usual, the two of them began to monopolize my husband's attention that he failed to notice the hanging jaws of their spectators.
The sight of the three of them became fodder for gossip.
"Mr. Gunner had a child?"
"Isn't he married to his former assistant?"
Then their eyes would scan the area to zero in on me.
At first, there was confusion on their faces until a look of pity accompanied it.
As with the previous incidents, shame washed over me.
Victor is my husband. We had been married for three years.
Up until a month ago, we were fine.
But since Maggie Green, his former girlfriend, came back to town with her five-year-old son who looked uncannily like Victor, my husband began to change.
The news that the child was his quickly circulated in our circle. Everybody assumed Colter, Maggie's five-year-old son, was his.
I, too, began to suspect the rumors were true, but every time I opened the topic, we would end up fighting, and Victor would walk out on me.
Maybe, I don’t need any verbal confirmation from Victor. His actions already confirm the speculations, I thought bitterly to myself.
“I bought you a lot of toys from my trip. I hope you like them all.” Victor said and began walking. Maggie fell into step beside him while I looked at their departing figures like an outsider.
I wondered if Victor still remembered all about me.
I shook my head bitterly at the knowledge.
It seemed as if Maggie and her son already occupied all of Victor’s thoughts. I felt a twinge squeezing painfully at my chest, making it impossible to breathe as I watched my husband walk away from me, lost in his perfect family.
Carlos, Victor’s head of security, spoke beside me.
“Ms. Pepper, we need to go.” He said, nudging me from my daze.
Despite the tremors quaking my body, I braced myself, lifted my chin, and began walking out of the airport’s arrival area.
It was a struggle to walk through your shame, but I have to grin and bear it. There is no way I would let people know how my husband’s callous treatment affected me.
I feel the heavy weight of the people’s stare around me.
I knew they were judging me, as I seemed to lose my place beside my wealthy husband.
My status often invites gossip because I come from an ordinary lineage. I was Victor’s assistant when we began dating. The public believed I was unworthy of Victor’s name.
The judgment in their stares right now made me want to sink through the floor and never appear again, but I deadened myself from the pain.
We are in a public place. Even when Victor seemed oblivious that his actions caused me embarrassment, or maybe he did, and did not just care, I could feel the pity in their eyes.
I even heard one scoff and say, “That’s what she deserves for dreaming too high.”
I bit my lip, feeling a prick of tears in the corners of my eyes.
Like a fish out of the water, I began floundering until Victor’s bodyguards closed in on me and escorted me out of the airport.
I took a deep breath to shove the tears away.
Walking in the safety of my human barricades, I looked down at the floor to blot everything out.
When we reached our car, I was surprised to see that the back passenger seat had already been occupied by Victor, Maggie, and her son, Colter.
It was glaringly obvious that there was no room for me.
Maggie looked up. Her face appeared contrite as she addressed me in her fake sugary tone.
“I am sorry, Pepper. Here.”
Maggie scooted closer to Victor, and as usual, he did not seem to mind.
The comparison was glaring. If it were me, Victor would already blow his top.
“Mommy, you are squishing me.”
He pouted, which caused Victor to throw his head back and laugh.I was lost staring at the expression of pure joy in Victor’s eyes.
When his laughter died down, our eyes connected. He caught me staring at him, and I couldn’t seem to pull my eyes away.
I was mesmerized.
Victor seemed to know what was going through my head and snorted. Then, he turned his gaze away to shift it back to Colter.
I caught his drift. He wanted me to look for my seat elsewhere.
I smiled bitterly to myself when I caught Maggie’s mocking smile and the happiness in Colter’s voice.
“This is better. I only want to ride with you and Mommy.”
I heard no words of reproof from Victor. It seemed like he was agreeing to what Colter said, causing pain to squeeze at my chest.
Wordlessly, I took the front passenger seat, and the car moved out of the airport entrance.
Alessia ─ ∘❉∘ ─ They married her off. They actually married my daughter off. They forced her into a life she never chose, shoved her straight into the arms of a man who lives and breathes blood and sin, the Underboss of the Cosa Nostra. Scott Mancini. Even saying his name made something in me twist. After everything I survived, after everything that was taken from me, I swore my daughter would never live the life I did. I swore no man, no family, no boss, no oath would ever decide her future. I swore she would choose her own heart, her own path. But life has a sick way of spitting on promises. She didn’t escape the chains, they just changed the hands holding them. She went from being forced into marriage with a fifty-year-old bastard... straight into the hands of the underboss of the Cosa Nostra. And the things I’ve heard from my boys. Stories of Mancini cracking skulls without blinking. Stories of him running the streets like they’re his personal hunting ground. Stories of
Rino ─𖤝─ Age 41 | Blackthorn Cold Storage Facility | Outskirts of Chicago. I sat at the metal table, sleeves rolled up, the overhead light buzzing like it was seconds from dying. Paperwork was spread out in front of me, ledgers, transfers, digital printouts. Five years’ worth of our numbers. Five years of something not fucking adding up. Fabio sat across from me, tapping his pen like a nervous tick he thought I didn’t notice. My brother-in-law, my underboss… and Valeria’s only sibling. A man I’d taken under my wing even when I should’ve fed him to wolves after he ruined our friendship. His breath formed a faint fog in the air. Mine didn’t... rage has its own temperature. I dragged a thick finger down a column of numbers. “Walk me through this,” I said, and Fabio leaned in instinctively, like a dog conditioned by too many years under me. “Yeah, yeah, of course,” he said quickly, “You’re looking at— uh— the third quarter shipments, right? There were delays that year. A couple
Alessia ─ ∘❉∘ ─ For a long moment I just stared at it, my fingers hovering, trembling. I finally slid a thumb under the flap. It opened with this soft, clean rip like he’d sealed it gently, like he didn’t want to startle me. Inside was a folded paper. I pulled it out slowly, afraid it would crumble, or that I would. My hands shook uncontrollably as I unfolded it. I read the first line, and my vision blurred. My throat closed. I had to clamp a hand over my mouth because a sound clawed up from somewhere deep, somewhere broken. I blinked until the words steadied enough to read again. The ink felt alive, like I could hear his voice in every line. “Aunt Alessia, I don’t even know how to start this. I’ve been gone from home a year, but it feels like ten. And even when I wasn’t near you, I still felt you because every day I spent with Allegra, I saw pieces of you in her. Your calm. Your softness. That strength you carry without even trying.” My chest clenched hard. I p
Alessia ─ ∘❉∘ ─ Age 39 | Capone Estate | Chicago, Illinois. Saint Agatha’s always smelled the same, like melted wax and old stone, like incense soaked into wooden pews, like memory. My knees buckled before I even meant for them to. My hands were shaking so badly I had to grip the altar just to steady myself. “Please…” I whispered, though my voice barely made a sound. “Please keep him safe.” Silvio’s face wouldn’t leave my mind, his laugh, his dimples. The ache in my chest twisted deeper. My fingers brushed over the cold metal lighter as I reached for it. One candle. Then another. Then another. One for my mother. One for my father. One for Allegra, my sweet little girl whose light had been taken from me too soon. And one for Silvio… my stubborn, bright, wounded boy. The tiny flames flickered like fragile breaths, each one a prayer I couldn’t put into words without breaking. I knelt in front of them, the marble hard beneath me, but I barely felt it. Tears blurr
Silvio ⊱⊶⊷⊰ Enrico had me pinned against the edge of Raphael’s workstation before I even got the monitor fully booted up. His mouth crashed onto mine and I grabbed a handful of his shirt, dragging him closer until our bodies lined up perfectly. The glow from the monitors painted him in blue light, he bit my bottom lip, just enough to make me suck in a breath. “Lock the damn door,” he murmured against my mouth. “No one comes in here,” I whispered back, pulling him in for another kiss anyway. His hands slid under my shirt, fingers cold but touch blazing, and I groaned quietly. “You’re supposed to be helping me mess with Raphael’s computer,” I said, though I didn’t sound very convincing with my lips brushing his. He let out a laugh against my neck, “I am helping. I’m keeping you motivated.” I laughed into his mouth and kissed him again until I felt dizzy. It was stupid how good he was at this. How good we were at this. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging just enough to make hi
Alessia ─ ∘❉∘ ─ And someone was about to regret opening his mouth. “I promised you that I’d cut out people’s tongues even if they breathed wrong near you, didn’t I?” Adriano stated, with a smile on his face. I didn't answer. My tongue felt thick and useless, stuck to the roof of my mouth. Adriano tilted his head ever so slightly towards our guards and it was all the signal they needed. One second, the man was there, the next, he was wrenched off his feet and forced to his knees. The guards moved faster than I thought humanly possible. One grabbed him from behind, a hand clamped over his mouth. The other had him by the arm, twisting him so his back was arched. They dragged him away from the main crowd, just a few feet, but enough to create a small, horrifying circle of space. The music still played, people were still laughing. I could feel every single person in the vicinity turning, staring, not at me anymore, but at him. At Adriano. And at the man who was now struggl






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