LOGINMy father sold me to the devil. Not because he wanted to. Because he had to. At least, that's the lie I told myself when I was delivered to the most feared mafia family in New York. The De Luca's. As payment for a war my father lost, I became Lorenzo De Luca's prize. His possession. His plaything. Before abandoning me, my father made me a promise. Spy on the De Luca's for two years, and he'll come back for me. So I waited. And somewhere between stolen glances, whispered conversations, and the dangerous protection of the man I was supposed to betray, I made the biggest mistake of my life. I fell in love with Lorenzo De Luca. The ruthless capo who could order a man's death without blinking. The monster everyone feared. The only man who ever made me feel safe. Then I overheard him call me nothing more than his dumb plaything. When the two years were finally over, my father never came. No rescue. Nothing. Determined to take back control of my life, I orchestrated my own escape. But escaping Lorenzo De Luca is impossible. Especially when my own family wants me dead. And especially when the only man capable of protecting me is the same man who broke my heart. Now I'm trapped between two worlds. One that sold me. And one that refuses to let me go. The deeper I fall into Lorenzo's darkness, the more dangerous our connection becomes. Because Lorenzo De Luca doesn't know how to love. He only knows how to possess. And when the truth about my father's betrayal finally comes to light, New York will burn. The only question is whether Lorenzo saves me from the flames... Or drags me into them with him.
View MoreLORENZO'S POVThe drive away from my grandfather's estate was painfully quiet.The convoy moved ahead of us while another SUV followed behind.Inside the car, it was silent.Isabella sat beside me, her hands folded neatly in her lap as she stared out the passenger window.She hadn't spoken since we left, nor had I.I kept my eyes on the road, but my mind refused to leave the events at Grandfather's house.The image of Bianca standing over Isabella.The look on Isabella's face.The fact that she had walked straight into a room where she had no idea who might be waiting for her.The tighter I gripped the steering wheel, the harder it became to ignore the anger building inside me.Finally....... It snapped."What the hell were you thinking?"She turned sharply to look at me."What?""What were you thinking?" Her brows knitted together."This is because I left the estate?""No," The word came out louder than I intended.She frowned."Then what is this about?"I let out a short, humorless
LORENZO'S POVThe meeting should have ended twenty minutes ago.Instead, three captains were still arguing over shipping routes while Damiano stood beside me, quietly checking his phone every few minutes.Checking the security reports, and routine, everything was fine until his expression changed.He looked up."The detail assigned to Mrs. De Luca just checked in."I didn't look away from the documents in front of me."And?""Mrs. De Luca left the estate." my pen paused."With Vittoria." that explained enough."Destination?""Manhattan." I nodded once. "Security?""They're with them." I returned to the file."Good."The meeting continued, at least it tried to but ten minutes later, Damiano's phone vibrated again.He frowned this time."What is it?""The convoy changed route."I looked up immediately. "Why?""They've stopped at Chairman Alessandro's residence." I went silent and closed the file instantly. Every man around the table noticed.Damiano already knew what I was thinking."I
I followed Vittoria through the grand entrance hall, my footsteps echoing softly against the marble floor.Every portrait that lined the walls seemed to watch us pass.Generations of De Lucas, powerful men, people who had belonged here, and no matter how I looked at it I wasn't one of them.The drawing room doors stood open, as soon as we stepped inside, the conversation stopped.Three pairs of eyes turned toward us.Alessandro De Luca sat in an armchair near the fireplace, a newspaper folded neatly on the table beside him.Alfonso occupied the sofa opposite him, a cup of espresso resting in his hand.Bianca lounged comfortably beside her father.The first thing I noticed wasn't the silence.It was the way Bianca's smile disappeared the moment she saw me.Vittoria, completely unfazed, smiled brightly."I know exactly what you're all thinking."Alessandro raised an eyebrow."Do you?""I forgot my second phone." Alfonso chuckled."I wondered how long it would take before you noticed."
The lockdown was beginning to wear on me.Days had blurred into one another until I could no longer tell whether I was restless because I was trapped, or because I had grown used to looking over my shoulder for someone who was never there.Lorenzo had left before sunrise, again.The mansion felt too quiet without him.I had settled into the library with a novel, determined to lose myself in someone else's world, when a knock interrupted me.Before I could answer, the door swung open."Vittoria."She leaned against the doorframe wearing oversized sunglasses, a cream blouse tucked into loose trousers, and the kind of smile that usually meant trouble."There you are," she said.With surprise written all over me, I lowered my book,"I've been looking everywhere for you." I didn't hear her car drive in, so how?"I'm impressed," I replied. "The mansion isn't exactly small."She ignored the comment."Get dressed."I frowned."For what?""We're going shopping."I blinked, surprised."...Shopp
TWO YEARS AGO The first morning at the De Luca's mansion, I refused breakfast out of pride.The second morning, I refused it out of anger.By the third day, I refused it because I had already come too far to stop.The tray sat untouched on the small table beside the window.Fresh fruit, toast, cof
I couldn't shake it off no matter how hard I tried.My father's cold dead eyes stared at meBlood splattering across the warehouse floor.Lorenzo's voice barking orders somewhere behind me.Then the gunshot.And another.Chaos.Screaming.I remember dropping to my knees.I remember reaching for my
Every second that went by tightened around my neck like a leash. I knew I was nothing but a whore to him, but Lorenzo De Luca is a possessive bastard, he wouldn't want me gone either.I tried recalling what had transpired between us and that was when it hit me.That bastard was too calm when I spok
TWO YEARS AGO It was 3 a.m. when they came for me.Not even a warning knock. Not even the courtesy of footsteps in the hallway that might have given me time to pretend I wasn’t afraid.The door slammed open instead.“Get up.”Alberto’s voice came first. My fathers Consgliere He wasn't loud like my






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