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
DIEGO’S POV Luca was antsy, jittery—a raging mess. His bloodshot eyes darted to mine constantly along the drive. My palm rested on his thigh as his legs bounced up and down in an unstable rhythm."Are you sure about this?" he'd asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Although he tried to keep calm, I could feel the edge in it. I gave him a curt nod, signaling that I knew what I was doing.Isabella was missing.No—scratch that—taken. By my father.I’d swear it on my life. I was raised by the man, watched him raise three of my brothers. The only one he’d ever gone soft on was Sofia. And that was no miracle—it was because we were there. We stood up for her and shut down whatever nonsense Father had planned.I understood his thinking to an extent. His daughter—whom he’d groomed to be sold off or exchanged in an arranged marriage for some business merger—had gotten knocked up by a Ricci. Isabella’s brother. And now his own son had gotten his daughter knocked up. But it was never about
ISABELLA'S POVMy body ached terribly, a searing pain from my side as I parted my eyes open. I dragged out a painful whine, seeing I’d been tied up, my feet and arms bound. My back arched forward. But what bothered me most was the realization that I was stripped, naked, sweating.My eyes darted around in search for an outlet, an object of defense, a means of escape—but nothing, just the same blank space that stretched out into a doorless corridor, the high roofs made it impossible for me to reach. There’d been no ladder, no chair, but then I caught sight of a blinking camera, the bright red light going on and off. Someone was watching me—whoever had done this.I tilted my head in the direction. A slow smile spread up my lips as I arched up my brows, mocking whoever was behind it—my best bet. If they could see me, they could hear me, and begging would be the last thing that would slip past my lips. After all, now I was a Vladimire by birth. A Ricci by marriage. Weakness had never b
ISABELLA'S POVWhatever tension had been between both of them before I'd left for the tests had dissipated completely. My mind fixated once again on the manner at which both seemed engrossed in a conversation. I'd stopped walking for a moment, taking in their sight. They looked breathtakingly gorgeous. Both men were ruthless, blood-dyed killers, but they were mine, my family, my men, luca was my husband and diego? My brother and my lover.“Someone looks mischievous,” Luca drawled, turning his head in my direction, while a smug grin rested against Diego’s lips as I approached them. “Nonsense, you both had been acting like a ticking time bomb and you hadn't noticed me walking by,” I'd complained, faking a pout when Diego had reached for me, slamming his lips on mine. Sighs started, gasps slipped free from me, granting him access to my mouth. I leaned into his touch, melting into the kiss as my body succumbed, wanting more of it—when a ringtone had gone off on his phone. “Sorry, a
LUCA'S POV“She’d be in for just an hour at most. Please, Mr. Ricci. Mr. Vladimir, be at ease, it’s just for the test,” Doctor Hannah had explained hastily. The poor woman had been startled out of her senses to see Diego and I escort Isabella in.“She’ll be fine. Stop the frozen glare, it’s a bloody hospital, not a shooting range,” I retorted in complaint, glancing sideways at Diego, who had relaxed on the seats, stopping his pointless pacing before offering the doctor a smile.“Oh, I’m sorry. I have a tendency to not like a lot of people, and I hate liars or time-wasters. So, an hour in and out. I want her back here, in one piece. Understood?” he’d asked, smiling widely, yet the daunting part of his words had been passed out as a threat.“It’s just a test, I’ll be fine,” Isabella had been the one to speak, turning away from us, walking sideways by the doctor who had paled before walking into some sort of room.“She’s been my doctor for years. Stop scaring the old woman, okay? Besides
DIEGO’S POVLetting go of my spent, flaccid cock, I wiped off the thick ropes of cum coating my palms and thighs, dragging out a frustrated groan. This was getting ridiculous. I’d never been much of a sex freak. In fact, I barely had any interest in orgasms most of my life—why waste time on something so damn miserable?Yet for the past week—a whole goddamn seven days—I’d jerked off so much my cock went stiff at the thought of Isabella’s body. Her moans. Luca’s cock between his palms as he fucked his fist. “Fuck,” I groaned again, realizing my cock had twitched from the memory. Again.As much as I needed a replay after that night, I stayed away. They’d both left to wash up after sex, and Luca had opted to tuck Isabella into bed. I took it as my cue to leave. Told Luca I had something urgent to handle—which, of course, was a goddamn lie.I hadn’t been able to do anything since then. Except wank every spare minute I got. Like some teenager high on testosterone.My phone buzzed on the t