ANTONIO’S POVYeah so… I fucked up, but who else could I tell? Try being thirty-five with just cold-blooded killers for friends. There wasn’t actually anyone on that timeline dying to give me advice on the fact that I might be cheating on my husband… scratch that, I hadn’t… yet. But knowing how badly I wanted to, is another thing.“That’s… a lot,” Isabella muttered, looking even aghast on my behalf. I’d spent enough minutes pouring out my frustration into words and all I get is some… that’s a lot?“When would he be done with whatever bullshit he’s been busy with?” Isabella asked almost immediately, letting the words slur off her lips. I sank deeper against the poker table, crossing my arms over my chest.“I don’t exactly know. He’s off the radar… went offline and shit. I understand how it works and Maccini can more than handle himself, but to be honestI wish he’d be home soon to stop me from doing something crazy,” I admitted. Although part of me knows that was exactly why I came to I
ISABELLA'S POVA light yawn eased through my lips as I turned in bed, my eyes peeling open slowly to catch the sight of an empty bedroom. My heart sank immediately, a sinking feeling in my gut as I yanked the covers away from my body and stormed to my feet.“Luca?” I called out. Each step I took faltered. I didn’t recall how things ended last night—there’d been so much blood. And saliva... and cum. Drenched all over all three of us. But seeing how I’d woken up in a clean bed meant they’d washed me and taken care of everything. Except… where were they?“Diego?” I called out even more gently, my voice wavering as I spoke. I stopped to a halt seeing one of the maids holding a vase in her hands.“Good morning, ma’am,” the maid greeted with a smile, a spark of envy in her eyes.“My husbands… where are they?” I asked. She stopped to look skeptical for a bit.“Diego and Luca, goddamn it. Where are they?” I retorted again in a shaky voice, cold chills sweeping deep into my bones as I spoke.“
ANTONIO'S POV.My mind had been everywhere, I’ve been distracted, so to say, my reasons were fucking fair, except now I wasn’t sure. I felt like I'd been lying to Macinni, again.My lovely husband had gone on a trip for two days now and although he did warn me, said it had something to do with going off-grid, I had no reason to worry. Afterall Luca and I myself had gone off-grid for a few bratva meetings or deals, which was why one could ask, why the fuck was I guilty.It was stupid. My eyes remained glued to the screen before me. Like the fucking obsessed depraved nutjob I was, I knew Nico being a Vladimir, would be strange-headed and have a few bolts loose in his head.After the entire showdown with my husband, Nico still had refused to return or leave the bloody country. He'd holed up, took up a suite in a hotel not so far away from me. And while I was staying there, he’s been out twice this week, but it was enough time to have me order men to sneak in, get a few cameras installed
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 dir
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