LOGINAntonio's POV
“I don't want a toy that is already broken,” I said, pulling her hands down as if her touch didn't burn in the most delicious way. “It's no fun,”
“I see.” She said quietly, I moved past her successfully hiding the bulge in my pants as I dialed Madame Loretta on the intercom.
“Come take her away.”
Before I do something I regret
The five minutes I waited for Madam Loretta felt longer than my three decades of life.
She arrived not a second too soon and took that woman away, the second she was out the door I could finally breathe and my bulge was finally relaxing.
Normally I'm not the type to be slaved by my base desires. That was for weaker men who decided with the head downstairs not THE Antonio Moretti.
It all started from the second that bastard Jeremy showed me her picture.
She was wearing this big, goofy smile that ran from one ear to the next wearing a one piece that evoked an immediate reaction from me. I already had more than enough women working for me and killing Jeremy was supposed to send a message.
But then I thought why not eat my cake and have it too?
Jeremy will eventually crawl back counting change and betting his life on the line again.
I accepted his offer, she walked into the hotel room and I sucked in a breath.
She looked way better than her pictures, and those were already devastating enough.
Jeremy slithered out of the room before she began to strip, keeping my hands to myself as she did so made me realize that this was probably how the people who found themselves at the other end of my gun felt.
Pure torture.
I wanted to run my fingers through her hair, crush her underneath myself and wear her out until she couldn't walk for days. The feeling was so intense I wondered if I had been drugged by an aphrodisiac, because I had never reacted to a woman this strongly before to the point that it almost threatened my sanity.
Then she came over and kissed me, confusing me for the bastard.
And I didn't care, I got into that kiss like it was nobody's business coating the inside of her mouth with my saliva, and I didn't want to stop there. I wanted to leave traces of myself all over her so that anyone that met her would know she was mine.
Fortunately my men stationed outside knocked her out before I snapped.
There was a bed in my study, I was supposed to have her tonight and get her out of my system. But the words she says and her touch on my neck kept repeating itself in my head.
I planted my hands on the table, taking deeper breaths than eventually shallow ones until I was able to straighten myself before one of my soldiers stepped in.
"Boss, it's about the new shipment..." I grabbed my quotes from my chair before he could finish, throwing it over my shoulders.
"Let's move, you can fill me in on the way."
Indeed, I am Antonio Moretti. Nothing and no one can sway me.
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"She refuses to eat?" I asked Madam Loretta, she had taken care of me ever since I was a boy running after my father's shadow, the closest thing to the mother I never had.
She nodded and I dropped my fork, the steak in my mouth losing taste instantly as I stared down at what still remained on my plate.
"She's been here for 3 days. Are you saying that she hasn't eaten a single morsel of food since then?"
Madam Loretta confirmed it with a nod, I raked my fingers through my hair watching everything complicated in front of me.
The plan I had drafted in my head was perfect: keep her here for a week, prepare her for the job ahead and then make sure I avoid her like the plague until she was gone out of sight and completely out of mind forever.
But now she was drawing attention to herself.
"Should I ask one of your soldiers to deal with her?" Madame Loretta suggested and the idea felt worse than the stake I was still chewing.
"No," I said a little more firmly than I intended to then cleared my throat steadying my voice, "I'll handle this personally,"
I should have known she would react extremely like this, after her entire world collapsed but usually I wasn't the one that had to deal with it. Why was I intentionally putting myself in a position where I had to be the one to handle it?
Even Madame Loretta made a confused face when I said I would handle it myself but of course she did not question me.
A few minutes later a soldier opened up the door of the room where she was kept underneath my mansion.
As soon as the door opened I heard the sound of glass shattering and one of the maids screamed. At the center of the chaos was that woman.
I could already tell what had happened from start to finish from what I was seeing. They had probably tried to force feed her and she had resisted, leading to the class of water she had shattered and one of the shards flying into it made like scraping past.
"Take her to doc," I said to the other maid without looking at either of them, my attention was completely fixed on the woman in front of me.
She had slimmed it down considerably in just 3 days, so much so that her collarbone was poking out and her cheeks had begun to sink in. I despised that it felt like a pinch in my heart to see her like that, she was just one of many my body needed to stop reacting to her like I was a teenager having his first crush.
When her eyes locked with mine she pulled out a smile that didn't reach her.
"You're here.... finally.”
ANTONIO POVA year had passed since the wedding, and I had learned, in that time, that nothing in my entire life — not the warehouses, not the territories, not the empire I'd built brick by bloody brick out of an inheritance that should have been mine from the start — had prepared me for the sound of my wife screaming in pain in the back of a car racing toward the hospital at two in the morning."Drive faster, Carlos.""I'm driving as fast as the law allows, boss.""I don't care about the law right now."Amy gripped my hand hard enough to bruise, breathing through gritted teeth the way the doctors had taught her in the birthing classes I'd sat through every week for the last two months, refusing to miss a single one despite the empire that still demanded my attention daily. Carlos had rearranged half my schedule without asking just to make sure of it, something I'd pretended not to notice and silently appreciated more than I'd ever admit to him out loud. "Antonio, if you don't stop ho
AMY POVI had never imagined a wedding for myself, not really. Growing up in a house full of shattered plates and slammed doors hadn't left much room for dreaming about white dresses and flower arrangements, hadn't left room for dreaming about much of anything beyond getting through each day without becoming collateral damage in someone else's anger. But standing in front of the mirror in the back room of the chapel, watching Loretta fuss over the last few pins in my hair, I realized I'd been dreaming about this without knowing it — not the dress, not the flowers, but this exact feeling, the one where my chest felt too full to hold everything inside it, where happiness pressed up against the edges of my body like it might spill out through my skin if I wasn't careful."Stop fidgeting," Loretta scolded gently, though her own hands were shaking slightly as she adjusted my veil, her reflection in the mirror showing eyes already glassy with unshed tears. "You'll ruin the pins, and then we
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AMY POVHappiness, I had come to learn, was not a single feeling. It was a thousand small ones stacked on top of each other until they became too heavy to carry quietly, until they spilled out of you in the form of humming while you brushed your hair, or smiling at strangers for no reason, or crying in the produce aisle because a song came on the radio that reminded you of someone who finally loved you the way you'd always hoped someone would.I cried in a lot of produce aisles those days. I'd given up being embarrassed about it months ago."You're doing it again," Ravenna said, eyeing me over the rack of sundresses we'd been picking through for the better part of an hour, her sunglasses pushed up into perfectly styled hair, a coffee cup balanced in one manicured hand. "That dopey little smile. It's honestly a bit much, Amy.""I can't help it." I held a blue dress up against myself in the mirror, turning side to side, watching the fabric catch the light. "Do you think he'll like this
ANTONIO POVDocuments, I had learned over the years, were more dangerous than guns.A gun could kill a man once. A signature, properly placed on the right document at the right time, could erase him entirely — his properties, his accounts, his legacy, all of it folded quietly into someone else's name while the world moved on without ever noticing the theft had happened at all. No headlines, no funerals for an empire, just paperwork changing hands in rooms no one thought to look into.That was the kind of war I preferred to fight.“Enzo's lawyer is being difficult,” Carlos said, dropping into the chair across from my desk with the particular weariness of a man who had spent the entire morning on the phone arguing in circles. “Says he needs proper documentation proving succession before he'll release anything.”“Proper documentation.” I almost laughed, leaning back in my chair. “Enzo is dead, Carlos. There is no succession committee left to argue with him. La Tigre Nera doesn't exist an
ANTONIO POVA week of peace was apparently the most the universe was willing to grant me, because by Monday morning the warmth of the celebration had already given way to the cold, familiar weight of work, the way it always did, no matter how badly I wanted to stay in that terrace light a while longer.“Silvio's been spotted twice this week,” Carlos said, setting a folder on my desk and dropping into the chair across from me without waiting for permission, a habit I'd long since stopped correcting. “Once near the docks. Once outside the warehouse on Fifth.”“My brother's warehouse.”“Was your brother's warehouse,” Carlos corrected, and there was something almost gleeful in the way he said it, the satisfaction of a man who had waited a long time to say those words in the past tense.I opened the folder. Photographs, dates, a man who had once been one of my brother's most trusted lieutenants now skulking around property that should have been buried in legal limbo for months yet, tied up
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Amy’s POV"Is that all, Madam?" The nice clerk asked me. The other two behind me that had been making fun of me and Antonio had their hands filled literally, the weight of it shaking down to their knees. I was making one purchase after the other, surprising myself. I looked nothing like the frugal
Antonio’s POVHe unloaded a wad of spit out of his mouth. I barely flinched. I had seen worse than that. "He has been quite uneasy ever since he saw you with your latest woman," Diego said, stepping closer, his trembling fingers trying to balance the cigarette and lighter that he had only barely ma
Antonio’s POVI had my reservations about leaving her alone in that boutique, reservations that kept crawling up my skin even as I drove through the city. Carlos was in the passenger seat continuously gauging my expression. He thought he was being slick about it, but his eagerness to see through th







