BELLA“I think Ricardo has powers.”Michael blinked. “Come again?”I leaned back against the chair in his room, arms folded, my heart still racing from everything that had happened. “I said… I think he has powers. Like, actual powers. Like stopping-time kind of powers.”Michael stared at me like I had grown a third eye. “What the hell are you talking about?”I turned my gaze to the floor, chewing the inside of my cheek before sighing. “Remember that camera you gave me? The one I planted in Ricardo’s room?”His brows drew together. “Yeah…”“Well,” I said, voice lower now, “I watched the footage. All of it. Even the parts after… the threesome.”Michael gave me a look. “Really didn't need the reminder.”I rolled my eyes. “Get over it.”He said nothing.I continued. “I saw Ricardo talking to himself… not like ‘talking in the mirror’ kind of way, but like he was fighting something inside. He said he had powers. That he could’ve saved Ryan. That he… stopped time before. He was pissed that h
CHAPTER FORTY BELLA The floor felt like it dropped beneath me. My throat went dry. “W-what? A camera?” Marco nodded. “Yeah. Hidden in the wall behind the bookshelf. He’s pissed. Wants everyone in the main hall.” I swallowed, my mind scrambling for a way out. “Do… do we know who put it there?” Marco gave a humorless smile. “That’s what he’s trying to find out.” And just like that, my legs moved on their own, dragging me down the hall beside Marco, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might crack a rib. He found the camera. He found it. And if anyone even suspected it was me… I was done. Dead. Finished. I kept my face composed, but inside, I was spiraling. I needed a plan. Fast. And for the first time tonight, I wondered if maybe… just maybe… playing with Ricardo’s mind was a game I wasn’t equipped to win. We reached the main hall, and sure enough, everyone was already gathered… bodyguards, associates, maids, even a few of the drivers. I slipped away from Marco’s sid
BELLAThe shaman's eyes found me.And everything stopped.He didn’t smile. Didn’t blink. Just stared. Like he was looking through me, into every lie I’d ever told, every secret I was keeping, every breath I shouldn't have taken.My feet felt glued to the floor, my body screaming to run, but it was useless. I couldn’t even twitch.He stepped forward.No words. Just that unreadable expression as he extended his hand toward mine.This was it.I closed my eyes, willing myself not to cry. If I was going to die, I’d at least do it with some dignity.My fingers twitched toward his, and…A loud crash echoed from the second floor, followed by hurried footsteps and a voice shouting, “Ryan just woke up! Something’s wrong with him!”My eyes flew open.Every head in the hall turned toward the sound.Ricardo’s did too. His entire face changed. A young guard, wide-eyed and breathless, pushed through the crowd. “He’s awake, sir. But he’s… he's not right. He's shaking. Speaking gibberish.”Ricardo di
RICARDOAt this point, I was so fucking angry, I could hardly think straight.Ryan was still in the hospital, looking like death himself.I hadn’t slept properly in days, still trying to figure out the best way to hit Matteo back where it hurt.And now… this.Some random bastard planting a goddamn camera in my room.A guy we’ve never seen before. Not staff. Not a visitor. Not anyone with clearance. Just a ghost who somehow walked into my building like it was a public park and tried to spy on us.Unforgivable.Another punch landed. A wet smack of skin on skin. I didn’t flinch.The guy let out a grunt through bloodied lips, but still didn’t speak. His head lolled forward, chest rising and falling.I watched Luis step back, shaking out his fist. “He’s not talking.”“No shit,” I muttered, rising from my seat. My bones ached from sitting too long, my jaw locked tight as I crossed the floor toward him.I stopped a few feet away, arms folded. “What’s his name?”“The tech guy ran it,” Gabe sa
LUCASFuck. Fuck. Fuck!I scattered everything off the desk with a loud crash. Papers flew everywhere as I roared out in rage, the veins on my neck threatening to burst.I could barely think.What the hell was Matteo thinking?I spun around, my chest heaving, rage boiling through every vein. “Why the hell would you try to kill Ryan, huh?! Why?!”Matteo didn’t even flinch. The bastard was sitting there on my couch. Calm. Relaxed. Smirking.“Wasn’t that the deal?” he said, tilting his head. “I handle Ryan. You go after Ricardo. What’s with all the yelling?”I took a step closer, my jaw clenched so tight I thought I’d break a tooth. “You don’t get it, do you? Now Ricardo’s going to come at us with everything he’s got. You think he’s just gonna let this go? He’s gonna kill us, Matteo. All of us.”Matteo laughed.The sound was slow. Calm. Way too fucking confident for someone who’d just started a war.“You really need to chill,” he said, still smiling. “I know Ricardo better than anyone. I
RICARDO I blinked. Once. Twice. Then I took a slow step back from her. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “No. That can’t be right.” Bella didn’t move. She just sat there on the edge of the bed, watching me with that same damn calm in her eyes. “Ryan?” I scoffed, running a hand through my hair. “You’re telling me Ryan is the mole? Bullshit.” She didn’t flinch. I turned around, pacing. My mind was spinning like a goddamn roulette wheel on fire. “No. No way. That bastard… Michael… he lied to you. He was playing games. Trying to mess with your head.” “Ricardo…” “I trust Ryan,” I snapped, “I know it’s only been a few months since he started working with us. But I trust him.” “I’m just telling you what he said,” she said softly. I turned back to her. “What if Matteo sent him? Huh? What if this was all part of their plan? Send some half-dead rat to drop a name just to make us fight ourselves from the inside? Don’t you see it?” “I see it,” she said, “but I also saw the look on Michael
RYANRicardo didn’t take his eyes off her. His jaw clenched slightly as he gestured toward me.“Yeah,” he responded. “Ryan was just about to tell me something about you.”Bella arched a brow, strolling in. “Oh? Really?” she said, folding her arms across her chest. “Funny. Because I’ve got something to tell you about him too.”Oh, fuck.This woman…It’s the way she always walks in thinking she’s one step ahead. Like she’s got all the cards and she’s playing poker with two aces tucked in her sleeve.But I knew how to hold her. I wasn’t ready for her. Or maybe I didn’t just want to hurt her.“Go ahead then,” Bella said, flicking her eyes back to me. “Say what you wanted to say before I say mine.”I leaned back against the pillows and gave her a slow, tired smile. “Sure.” I turned to Ricardo.“You shouldn’t worry,” I told him calmly. “I didn’t plant any camera in your room. I would never do that. And maybe… just maybe… Michael was lying.”Ricardo reached for my hand again, gripping it tig
RYANIt was her. My boss from the club.Shit.She walked toward our table with that same bold stride I remembered… her heels clicking against the floor, her sharp eyes locked right on me. The noise in the restaurant dulled, drowned out by the thud of my heart."Ryan," she said again, this time standing right beside our table. "You just disappeared. No notice. No call. Nothing. After everything that happened with your mom..." Her voice trailed off, but her eyes screamed more than her words did. "We were worried sick."I stood slowly, avoiding Ricardo’s curious glance. God, not now. Not with him here.Of all the damn moments.“I know,” I murmured, rubbing the back of my neck. “I’m sorry, really. I should’ve reached out. I just... I wasn’t in the right headspace.”Her eyes softened just a little, but then she turned to look at Ricardo, and every trace of warmth vanished.“And what are you doing with him?” Her brows pinched. “You’re sitting here with him?”Ricardo stiffened slightly, hi
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
RYANThe shrill ring of my phone jolted me out of sleep.Groaning, I slapped around blindly on the nightstand, knocking over a half-empty water bottle and a pack of gum before finally snagging the vibrating device.I squinted at the screen, my brain still foggy.Elena.Who the hell is Elena?Oh. Right.The doctor.The pretty lady with perfect aim who I somehow convinced yesterday to work for me.I thumbed the green button and pressed the phone to my ear."Yeah?" My voice came out rough and groggy."Hey," Elena said brightly. "I’m at the gate."For a second, my brain struggled to compute what she meant.Gate? What gate?Then it clicked.The building."Shit. Uh… right," I mumbled, sitting up and scrubbing a hand over my face. "Give me a sec. I’m coming."I ended the call and let the phone fall onto the bed beside me.For a moment, I just sat there, blinking into the dim light of my room, still half-asleep and fully stunned.She actually came.She actually agreed.Even after I told her s
RYAN"Marco," I said, "I don't trust him."Ricardo frowned, looking confused. "What are you talking about?"I sat up a little, rubbing the back of my neck. "I don't know exactly. It's just... I've been seeing some weird behavior lately. Feels off."Ricardo let out a short laugh, shaking his head like I was being ridiculous. "You're overthinking it, pretty boy. Marco’s been with me for years. Him and Matteo... before Matteo decided to be a backstabbing little shit."He chuckled again, but softer this time. "I can vouch for Marco. Or maybe it’s just his cold-ass demeanor. He’s always been like that. Makes you feel like he's planning to kill you in your sleep when he’s really just deciding what sandwich he wants."I gave a tight smile, but inside, my stomach twisted.Oh, if only you knew, I thought grimly.If only you knew who Marco really is… what he really wants from you."Alright," I said, forcing lightness into my voice as I stretched my arms overhead. "If you say so, bossman. But I
LUCAS"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!" I roared, sweeping my arm across the table and sending everything crashing to the ground… glasses, plates, bottles, papers… all of it. Shattering, splintering.I grabbed the edge of the table, slamming it again, my chest heaving like I couldn't fucking breathe.How?How the fuck did this happen?We were ready. We had the numbers. We had the fucking plan.And still...Dead.Most of them fucking dead.The ones that survived? Barely breathing.Matteo...Matteo was hanging by a fucking thread in some hospital bed, and I didn’t even know if he was going to wake up.My fists smashed into the wall before I could stop myself.A loud crack.Pain shot up my arm, but I welcomed it. Needed it.Blood ran down my knuckles, dripping onto the floor, but it barely registered.Where the fuck do I start?Where the fuck do I even start picking up the pieces?I pressed my forehead to the cold, cracked wall, my chest shaking, rage burning a hole straight through me.And th
RYANI shifted onto my elbow, smirking down at him."You know what would really even the score, pretty boy?"Ricardo raised an eyebrow, still catching his breath."Oh yeah? What’s that?"I grinned slow and wicked."You. Naked."His eyes widened… just for a second, before he gave a low chuckle, like he hadn't expected me to say that out loud.Like he should’ve known better."Strip for me," I said, voice dropping to a growl. "Now."Ricardo’s mouth parted slightly, surprised, but the spark in his eyes said he wasn’t about to say no.He held my gaze as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and slid them down, revealing everything.I sat back, savoring every damn second.God, he was gorgeous.Ricardo, the fucking Mafia boss, all ruthless and cold outside these walls, but here…with me…he was pliant.I reached over to the nightstand, pulling out the black silk rope I’d hidden there earlier… a little surprise I hadn't been sure I'd get to use tonight.Ricardo’s eyes moved to
RICARDOI cracked my eyes open and stared at the ceiling, feeling... good.Better than good.For the first time in what felt like forever, there was no fever crawling under my skin, no fog clouding my head.Just... me.Me, and this ridiculous, giddy feeling fluttering in my chest like a damn teenager.I grinned to myself, stretching lazily across the bed.Today was the day.Ryan had promised… a real show.And God, after everything, I couldn't wait to see him strip just for me.I grabbed my phone off the nightstand, my thumbs fumbling a little with excitement as I pulled up Ryan’s contact and hit call.It barely rang once before he picked up."Morning, pretty boy," Ryan's voice came through the speaker, still thick with sleep and low enough to make my toes curl. "You okay?""Better than okay," I said, my grin widening. "Feel like a goddamn superhero."Ryan chuckled, and the sound sent a shiver down my spine."I'll be there in a few minutes," he responded. "Sit tight for me.""Wasn’t pl