RYANI looked up, my breath still heavy, just in time to see Rafael lower his gun. The man who had been sent to kill me dropped to the floor, clutching his bleeding leg and groaning in pain.What the hell was happening?My heart pounded against my ribs as I pushed myself upright, my body still tense from the shock. Rafael’s dark eyes locked onto the man writhing on the ground.“Who sent you?” Rafael’s voice was eerily calm.The man groaned, pressing a shaking hand against his wound. “I-I don’t…”Rafael took a step closer, the gun still aimed at him. “I’ll only ask once more.”The man whimpered, his body trembling. “It wasn’t your brother.”My blood ran cold.Ricardo.I clenched my fists, my breath unsteady. If it wasn’t Ricardo, then who…Rafael lifted his head. “Then who?”The guy swallowed hard, sweat beading his forehead. “It was... it was Matteo.”The room fell silent.Rafael let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Matteo?” he repeated, as if the name itself was amusing. “Ricard
RYANA sharp pain in my arm jolted me awake. I blinked rapidly, my vision swimming as I tried to clear the fog in my head. My limbs felt heavy, my mouth dry. What the hell? I sat upright, my pulse spiking as I took in my surroundings. Still in the car. Rafael sat beside me, watching me with an unreadable expression. Memories slammed into me… the cloth, the chemical scent, his grip. My blood boiled. My voice came out rough, my throat dry. I flexed my fingers, willing the numbness to fade. "What the hell, Rafael?”Rafael didn’t even flinch. “Sorry,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “That’s just how it’s done.” I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. “Drugging me is ‘how it’s done’?” He shrugged. “For a first-timer? Yeah.” His tone was infuriatingly casual, like he was explaining basic etiquette. “Can’t have you knowing the route. Discretion and all that.” I glared at him, trying my best to keep calm. “You’re unbelievable.” Rafael smirked. “And you’re st
RAFAEL"I just met with Lucas."Ricardo scoffed, swirling the amber liquid in his glass before taking a slow sip. "That bastard." His jaw tightened. "Forget him. I don’t want anything ruining my night."I smirked, leaning back against the bar counter. "That makes two of us."Ricardo sighed, setting his drink down with a quiet clink. "I need to talk to you about Ryan."There he goes again.I arched a brow, already knowing where this was going. Ricardo was pissed I’d brought Ryan along, and even more jealous that I hadn’t run the idea by him first. Not that I cared."What about him?" I asked, feigning innocence.Ricardo's gaze sharpened. "Next time, don’t bring him to these types of gatherings."I let out a low chuckle. "You’re jealous?"He gave me a dry look. "I don’t trust half the faces in this room. Ryan isn’t built for this lifestyle. He shouldn’t be here."I tapped my fingers against my glass, letting his words settle. "I brought him here, didn’t I? That means I’m more than capabl
RICARDOI was so angry, and I didn’t even know why.No, that was a lie.This was the height of disrespect. And I didn’t mind killing anyone who stepped on my toes tonight. I had been trying my best to keep my cool, but this stupid old man didn’t deserve that restraint.Don Vittorio chuckled, the sound grating against my patience. “All right, all right,” he finally said, waving a lazy hand. “I don’t want to cause a scene here.”Liar.He had already caused a scene. Now he was just testing how far he could push me before I snapped.With a signal to his men, he sat back, watching. A few seconds later, they dragged Ryan out.But he wasn’t standing.He wasn’t even conscious.My blood boiled, my vision tunneling as I took in the way his body slumped between the two men holding him up. His face was pale, his shirt wrinkled, his arms hanging uselessly at his sides.What the fuck did they do to him?A slow, deadly silence filled the room. No one moved. No one dared to breathe.Don Vittorio tilt
MATTEOBella jumped like a spooked cat, water splashing everywhere as the cup hit the floor. Her wide eyes locked onto me. "Jesus!" she hissed, pressing a hand to her chest. "What is it with you people and not announcing your presence like normal humans?" I smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "Didn’t mean to scare you," I lied, tilting my head. "But you looked like you needed a distraction." Her jaw clenched. "What do you want, Matteo?" Straight to the point. Good.I stepped inside, letting the door click shut behind me. "I know you’re tired. I know this place… these people are wearing you down." I kept my voice low. "And I know you and your boyfriend would rather be anywhere else." Her fingers twitched at her sides. She didn’t deny it. Yessss."I can help with that," I offered, smiling when her gaze flickered with reluctant interest. She crossed her arms. "Alright. I’m listening." I exhaled like I was doing her a favor. "See, ever since your boyfriends slithered h
RYANMy heart skipped a beat. What the hell does she want to say that she’s in alliance with that fool Matteo?* Bella’s lips parted. "Ryan is not a….” Fuck. Bella, why?Before she could finish, Rafael cut in. "Matteo sent one of your men to kill Ryan a few days ago." The room went dead silent. Ricardo’s head snapped toward Rafael, then to me, his dark eyes burning. "Is that true?" I swallowed, then nodded. "Yeah." Rafael leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "I had to shoot the bastard in the leg and drag him out myself." Why was Rafael covering for me?Wait… does he know my secret? Ricardo’s expression darkened. He turned to Matteo, who had gone pale. "You don’t go behind my back," Ricardo said, voice dangerously low. "You don’t touch what’s mine." Matteo’s mouth opened, but no words came out. Ricardo didn’t give him the chance. "You’re relieved of your duties as underboss." A collective gasp rippled through the room. Bella’s eyes widened. Matteo looked
BELLAI was exhausted. Stressed beyond words.This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.I left my job, my life, everything for Ryan. I thought we’d finally have time together, that he’d at least care enough to make me feel like I mattered. But no. Instead, he was drowning in this Mafia bullshit, getting dragged deeper and deeper, and completely ignoring me in the process.I clenched my jaw, my slippers clicking against the floor as I stormed down the hall. No. This wasn’t happening. I wasn’t going to sit around like some obedient, neglected girlfriend while my man played Mafia with Ricardo.Matteo was out. Fine. But Ryan and I? We were leaving with him.I reached Ricardo’s door and knocked, my pulse pounding with frustration."Come in," came the muffled response.I pushed the door open… and froze.Oh. My. God.Ricardo stood in the middle of the room, completely naked, his back to me. And… holy shit. His dick was massive.For a second, my brain short-circuited.Then, as if finally realizi
RICARDOIt was 2:05.I sat in the car, waiting for Ryan. My fingers tapped against the steering wheel as I stared at my phone, the screen glowing back at me with no new messages.He hadn’t texted. He hadn’t called.I had debated sending one of my men to knock on his door, to remind him. But something held me back. I didn’t want to force this. I wanted to know if Ryan felt the same way… if he even cared enough to show up without a push.So, I waited.2:30.Alright. Enough of this. I needed to stop making a fool of myself. If he wasn’t coming, then that was my answer. I reached for the door handle, sighing as I prepared to step out.But just as I did, the door on the other side opened.Ryan slid into the seat, his scent filling the car.“You actually waited,” he muttered, shutting the door.I clenched my jaw, gripping the wheel tighter. “And you actually showed up.”A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but he didn’t respond. He just sat there, his legs spread slightly, fingers brus
DETECTIVE JOHNThe loud ringing of my phone jerked me awake.I blinked hard, and fumbled for it on the nightstand.“Hello,” I croaked, still halfway between sleep and guilt.The voice on the other end snapped me out of both instantly.“John… it’s me. She’s out. Bella. Just left the building, alone.”I bolted upright, the sheets falling off me.“You’re sure?” I asked, already swinging my legs out of bed.“Positive. Just now. No escorts. No vehicle yet.”“I’m on my way.”I ended the call without another word.Clara stirred beside me, turning slowly to face me, her hair falling across her bare shoulder. “What is it?” she asked, voice husky from sleep.I reached for my pants on the floor. “The guy I left watching Ricardo’s building just called. Bella went out. Alone.”She blinked, sitting up slowly. “Are you serious?”“Dead serious. If we’re going to make a move, it has to be now.”Clara grabbed her robe and stood. “Give me five minutes. I’ll meet you downstairs.”I nodded, already tuggin
DETECTIVE JOHN“This shit’s taking too long.”I slammed the file shut and leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking under me. The clock on the wall ticked past midnight. Two damn weeks. That’s how long it’s been since we talked about bringing Bella in for questioning.And still… nothing.She hadn’t left that building more than a handful of times, and every time, it was for less than twenty minutes. No chance to intercept. No go-ahead from the boss. Across the room, Clara was lounging on the couch with her legs tucked under her, sipping from a can of soda and scrolling her phone like we weren’t waist-deep in a swamp of dead ends.“You even listening to me?” I snapped.She finally glanced up, raising a perfectly sculpted brow. “I heard you. Loud and whiny.”I stood, pacing. “We were supposed to have her in here by now. Instead, we’re still playing surveillance like a couple of rookies waiting for crumbs. You don’t find that suspicious?”Clara finally looked up, her eyes sharp despi
RYANI opened my eyes slowly, the lights above me a blur of white and shadow. The smell hit me first, then the beeping. Rhythmic.I blinked, heart thudding in my chest as the walls spun.Where…?My breath caught in my throat.The chair. The wires. The burning pain. The sound of my own screams.I was still there.I was still…“No!” I gasped, jerking upright, my arms flailing, chest heaving like I was drowning.“Ryan!” a voice cried. Soft hands pressed against my shoulders, trying to steady me. “It’s okay… hey, look at me. Look at me, sweetheart, it’s Elena. You’re safe now. You’re in the hospital.”My eyes locked onto her face. Blurry at first, then slowly sharpening into focus.“Elena…” I choked out, my throat raw. “I… I thought…”“I know,” she whispered, brushing a damp strand of hair from my forehead. “I know what they did. But you’re okay now. You’re out. You’re safe.”I wanted to believe her. I wanted to melt into that safety, let her words anchor me. But my body was still shaking
RICARDOI stumbled back and hit the floor hard, but I didn’t feel it.What the hell had I done?My breathing turned ragged, shallow, like my lungs couldn’t remember how to work. My hands trembled as I stared at the spot where Ryan had been… blood-stained, broken, barely holding on. And it was me. I did that. I fucking did that.I gripped my hair, dragging my fingers down my skull like I could tear the guilt out of me.“Fuck,” I muttered. “Fuck… fuck, fuck!”My voice echoed off the walls, but it didn’t make me feel any less hollow.I thought he wanted me dead. I really believed that. After everything I’d given him… every piece of myself I let him see, every wall I let down… I thought he was playing me. That he'd been waiting for the perfect moment to twist the knife.And now?Now I find out he was innocent.I’d hurt him.Nearly killed him.All because of Marco’s lie. Because I couldn’t see past my own damn paranoia.I slammed my fist into the concrete. Pain shot up my arm, but I didn’t
RAFAELI watched as Ricardo stumbled back, the weight of Elena’s words hitting him like a gut punch. For a moment, he looked like he might collapse right there on the cold concrete floor. His breathing came in ragged bursts as the paper Elena held trembled in her hand.“Bring the chef,” Ricardo barked, his voice hoarse and raw with disbelief. “Now!”I stared at him, disgusted. “If you’d learned to control your temper,” I snapped, “you wouldn’t be jumping to conclusions like a goddamn lunatic. Look at what you did.”He didn’t respond.Couldn’t.Guilt had already begun chewing at his insides. Good.I rushed to Ryan’s side. His body was limp, slick with sweat and smeared blood, but he was breathing… barely.“Elena, help me,” I said.She dropped to her knees beside me, gently easing one of the wires off his arm as I worked on the rest.Ryan winced weakly, his eyes fluttering open just enough to register our faces. “Rafael…” he croaked.“Shh,” I muttered, swallowing the tight knot in my th
ELENAI looked at Rafael, and for a split second, the disgust I’d been suppressing twisted inside me like bile rising up my throat.Almost everyone in this godforsaken house reeked of secrets… rotten motives, false loyalties, and buried truths so deep they thought no one would dig them up. Ricardo with his obsession for control. Marco, pretending to be harmless while cloaked in shadows. Bella, hiding behind silence and feigned concern. Even Rafael wasn’t left out.I forced a breath, composing myself before the emotions showed on my face. I had to stay sharp.Rafael was still staring at me, waiting.“It’s Marco,” I said flatly.His eyes widened. “What?”His thoughts screamed louder than his voice;Who the hell was this girl, and how did she know it was him? See her here spouting nonsense.I almost laughed. Idiot. He didn’t even try to hide his disbelief.I forced a small smile instead. “Yes. Marco. It’s him.”He opened his mouth, probably to challenge me again, but I turned away. “Com
RAFAELI tried to stand up, but the room tilted violently around me."Damn it," I muttered, clutching my head as a wave of dizziness nearly knocked me over. I collapsed back onto the mattress, groaning as a sharp pain exploded at the back of my skull.What the hell?I sat up slowly this time, blinking through the blur in my vision until the outlines of my room came into focus.Wait… this is my bed.How did I get here?And then it hit me.Ricardo.His men.He really ordered them to knock me out?What the actual hell is wrong with him?I reached back and touched the throbbing spot behind my head, my fingers coming away sticky with half-dried blood. A growl rumbled in my throat.Ryan.My heart leapt.Shit… Ryan.I swung my legs off the bed, ready to jump up and storm out…And froze.There was someone sitting by the window.A woman.She was perched on the armrest of the sofa, legs crossed, staring out into the garden “Who the hell are you?” I snapped, still too disoriented to filter my to
RYANRicardo didn’t answer me.Instead, he turned slightly and snapped his fingers at one of the guards standing by the door."Bring in the chef," he barked, and that made my stomach twist tighter.A few seconds later, the door swung open again and in rushed a woman in a white chef's jacket, her hands trembling, her eyes darting between me and Ricardo like she already knew she was standing in the middle of a war zone."Tell him," Ricardo growled. "Tell Ryan exactly what you told me."The chef swallowed hard, wringing her hands."I…" she squeaked, then cleared her throat and tried again."Yesterday, while I was taking Ricardo's dinner up to his room... Ryan stopped me in the hallway."I stiffened."What?" I said sharply, but she didn’t even glance at me."He said..." she continued, voice shaking, "he said Ricardo had ordered something special for the night. That he… Ryan… had made changes to the meal based on Ricardo's new preference."She squeezed her eyes shut for half a second, as i
RYANThe crack of it echoed off the sterile walls.My head snapped to the side from the force of the slap.I let out a low whistle under my breath, slowly turning my face back toward her."What the hell do you take me for, Ryan?" she spat, her chest heaving."You think I'm some replaceable toy you can just toss aside when you're bored? You dare bring a replacement for me right under my nose?"Her voice was shaking with anger, I kept my face unreadable, even as my jaw tensed.She jabbed a finger into my chest. "I’m done playing by your rules. You hear me? I'm going to Ricardo. I'm telling him everything I know."A slow, dangerous smile crept across my lips."Okay, you're free to do that.” I said casually.Bella’s eyes widened, thrown by how calm I was."Yeah," I said, leaning down a little so we were eye-level. "Go ahead, Bella. Run to Ricardo. Tell him everything."I let the words hang for a beat, then added. "And when you do, I'll make sure he knows that you were the one who installe