ISABELLA'S POVI'd known right from my first day of sneaking around with Antonio in high school that I had a thing for being manhandled.Oh please, you could keep that speech of being an independent woman, strong and sharp. I was a killer. I'd snap a man's bone in two if I wanted to. I'd crush a windpipe with the pointy ends of my red bottoms if I wanted to, but there was something else to it.Times I wanted to be on my bloody knees, literally bloodied, restless, hopeless, and at a man's mercy. Only now I had two of them. Judging by the grins on their lips, I knew it wasn’t going to be all fun and games.“I know you weren’t scared of a little cut, Isabella,” Luca’s gravelly voice called out. My hands were bound behind my back, my knees buried on the tiles, the petals of roses all across the floor. I watched as Luca fiddled the same dagger buried in my clawclip around in his fingers before leaning closer to me.“Can you handle it?” Luca asked, gaze still locked on me, the question di
ISABELLA'S POV“Again!” I ordered, pulling at the bands on my wrists, tightening them firmer. Kirill's gaze glided back to Diego’s and then to Lucas’s in a pleading manner, desperate for an escape.“Oh, they won't help you! So I said... again.” I ordered more firmly this time. Kirill launched forward, throwing his arms again. I blocked off a few of his hits before he'd knocked me off, using his feet, kicking it right into my belly, causing me to lose stance, trip, and fall hard against the floor, the pain shooting sharply down to my nerves.“Are you okay, ma'am?” Kirill asked, rushing over to my aid. He'd offered me a hand, raising me back to my feet. I'd groaned a bit before nodding, parting my eyes open.“I'm good. Again,” I ordered. And this time Kirill looked pale as ever, tensed even before pulling off the bands from his wrist.“I can't. You've had enough. You've been pushing yourself the entire week. You've gotten to your limit. We’d take a break,” Kirill explained. But he'd onl
LUCA'S POV“She still won't eat a thing,” Antonio complained, slamming down the plate of food in his hand onto the tray. I only nodded in response. I'd barely spoken ever since the doctor had dealt us the news. Diego had stormed off. Not a word or a call from him ever since. I knew what it meant — we couldn’t force him to weigh in on this burden. It was my fault. Alessia had done all this, started the entire thing because of me. I knew letting her live was a mistake. I'd hated what she'd done to Ciro and I, yet I couldn't bring myself to murder her in the end — which was why I'd chosen the asylum. Only that was the greatest mistake of my life. It had cost Isabella everything. Wasn't I the one who'd taught her about not a single mercy being shown in the Bratva? “Goddamnit man, stop fucking sulking, get over it once and for all,” Macini snapped. He'd watched my brooding ass all day and probably had reached the end of his rope. “And say what, Macini? I'm sorry? We can go back to
DIEGO'S POV.“Enough, Diego!” Nico yelled, throwing himself at me. Only when he'd yanked me by my arm, letting the saw fall from my hand, had I snapped back to reality. I'd staggered backward a bit, running my blood-draped hands through my hair with a sigh dragged off my lips.“You lost it. You blacked out. Fuck! How long have you been here?” Nico asked. My eyes darted around gently, resting back against the sawed fingers and bodies lined on the floor. Limbs detached from washers, severed fingers. Chopped flesh. I'd groaned, feeling utterly dispelled by the distraction.“Go away, I'm busy. Some of us have to clear out the dirt. Don’t we?” I'd asked in a snarky tone, being irritable and annoying as fuck.“Get away from you? Your child is dead, and you’ve been here all day… and night. For an entire day sawing off bodies and murdering people?”“No. Not murder. They’d been bits and pieces of men we needed to get rid of anyway, so why not do it my bloody self? No one does the job better an
ISABELLA'S POVA loud piercing scream coursed through my lips as I jolted awake, sitting up in bed, my body covered in sweat. Luca wasn’t in. Diego wasn’t either. They’d both had a conversation going on while I’d fallen asleep.The pain came again and I let out another rippling scream. My body aching, my belly having a piercing pain, my mind raced across when the door had jolted open suddenly. Diego stormed in, holding me into his arms.“Easy, kotyonok. A nightmare?” he questioned, as Luca walked in on cue. I’d shrugged, and then I’d screamed again, tears slipping free from my eyes. I’d never felt pain this intense before. It made me feel miserable.“Diego. She’s bleeding,” Luca screamed in a startled tone. Diego and I had moved our glance down toward my thighs to see blood streaking down to my feet.“Fuck! The baby,” Diego screamed, hoisting me up in his arms.“Hospital. Now.” he’d ordered Luca, who’d turned on his feet as I’d cried again. I’d curled my body, digging my head into Die
LUCAS’ POVI'd marched past the main gates, ignoring the men situated at the entrance as they'd all bowed as courtesy towards me. Diego and I had driven away from the Vladimir mansion. I didn't care what would happen to the others there, but I was well assured they'd all be given a most gruesome death, like Dante had promised.“Where is she?” I'd asked Macini as soon as I'd approached the first flight of stairs.“The last room. Antonio is with her as well as Alessia and her father,” Macini drawled, stopping me to speak. A confused frown contorted on my face as Diego stopped by my side too.“Whose father now?” Diego asked as we both glanced back at Macini, hoping to catch an explanation.“You won't like this.” Macini stopped halfway, his eyes dropping awkwardly towards that of dieo’s. As I waited for my cue, I'd given him a curt nod as a signal that it was fine—I didn’t mind Diego hearing anything about their lord.“He's with me. Speak, Macini,” I'd ordered. Macini straightened in his