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THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY The Blood we spilled.
"He’s still bleeding, goddammit!" Francesca's voice cracked like a whip through the chaos.She dropped to her knees beside Noel’s limp body, her hands slick with blood. “Manuel!” she screamed, her throat raw. “You’re a doctor, do something! Apply pressure, anything…just help him!”But Manuel didn’t move right away.Because Vincenzo was still cradling Noel’s body, gripping him so tightly it was like he thought letting go would let death win. His face was a mask of devastation..blood and sea water streaked down his cheeks, but he didn’t seem to notice. His eyes were wide, hollow, locked on Noel’s unmoving face.“Vincenzo,” Manuel said gently, kneeling. “I need to help him. If you don’t let me..”“No.” Vincenzo’s voice was hoarse, breaking. “He’s still warm. He’s still..he’s still breathing.”“If you don’t let go now, we’ll lose him,” Manuel snapped, firmer this time. “I need to put pressure on the wound before he bleeds out.”Vincenzo’s arms trembled. His grip didn’t loosen.But then No
THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY Dont leave me,please!
"You really thought you could humiliate me and just walk away?" Matteo’s voice was a low, venomous whisper against Noel’s ear, his grip bruising on Noel’s wrist."Let me go," Noel choked, tears streaking down his cheeks. "Please, I don’t want this.""Oh, but I do," Matteo hissed, dragging him further into the dim, damp apartment on the outskirts of town. The peeling wallpaper, the flickering light above…it all seemed to close in, suffocating. "This is the price you pay for making me look like a fool."He shoved Noel against the wall, fingers clawing at his shirt. "Strip."Noel’s sob was sharp, a dagger of sound that seemed to echo in the cramped room. "Please…Matteo, please, take me to Vincenzo. I’ll do anything…just don’t do this.""Anything?" Matteo paused, a cruel smile curling his lips. "Anything except love me, right? You’d never love me, never want me. Only him. Always him."Noel’s breath hitched. "It was never you. It will never be you."Matteo’s expression darkened, and his la
THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY THIS COULD BE YOUR LUCKY DAY IN HELL.
*FLASHBACK: THE NIGHT OF BETRAYAL*The storm howled against the tall windows of Don Ramon's secluded villa, rain streaking down the glass in frantic patterns. Inside, the fire crackled warmly in the hearth, casting long shadows over silk sheets tangled around two bare bodies.Massimo lay curled against Ramon’s chest, the long lashes of his pale eyes fluttering with drowsy contentment. His soft voice broke the silence."You held me like this once and said you'd protect me from everything, even yourself."Don Ramon didn't answer immediately. He stroked a hand down Massimo's bare back, fingers trembling."I meant it," he said finally, voice hoarse. "I still do."Massimo tilted his head up. "Then why have you been distant? The whispers, the meetings behind closed doors... You fear them. You fear what they might say.""It's not just whispers anymore, Massimo," Ramon muttered. "The council suspects. If they find out about us..."Massimo sat up in the bed, silk sheet pooling around his waist
THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY Dirty Laundries.
"We can’t just stay here forever, Noel."Noel stared out the window of the penthouse suite, arms folded, eyes distant. The skyline glimmered under the soft light of the setting sun, but his chest was a storm of anxiety.Vincenzo walked up behind him, wincing slightly as he moved. His healing stomach wound made walking more painful than he let on, but he refused to show weakness, not in front of Noel."They hate me," Noel whispered. "Your father, the council... they all hate me."Vincenzo reached out and touched Noel’s shoulder, firm and reassuring. "They hate what they can’t control. And they’ll hate me more if they try to take you from me."Noel turned around to face him. His eyes were glassy, red-rimmed. "You’re going to get yourself killed, Vincenzo.""Then I’ll die fighting for you."The intensity in his voice made Noel’s breath catch. There was nothing romantic about it.. it was terrifying. Real. Final.Before either of them could say another word, the doorbell buzzed.Noel stiff
THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY Not Without Him.
"We're here. Where's that stubborn son of yours?" Isadora's heels clacked against the marble floors of the De Luca estate as she entered with Leontis beside her. Her black shades stayed on, not because of the sun, but because it was a power move. Always."In the drawing room. He said he had something important to say," Alessia said, her voice hesitant but kind. She gestured them forward.Noel stood beside Vincenzo, nervously toying with the hem of his sleeve."They came," he whispered.Vincenzo nodded, rubbing soothing circles into the small of Noel's back.When they entered, Vincenzo stood straighter, arms wrapping protectively around Noel's waist. "Thank you all for coming," he began. "I wanted to say this clearly, with everyone present."Don Ramon folded his arms across his chest, his cold stare already locked on his son.Vincenzo's voice was steady. "I want to marry Noel."A pin could have dropped and echoed.Don Ramon's expression didn't change at first. It was the silence that f
THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY Give him the world
"I think it's time you invited your parents over," Vincenzo said, voice low but steady.Noel blinked, sitting up from where he was curled on the plush couch in the sun-drenched De Luca bedroom. "My parents?""Isadora and Leontis," Vincenzo clarified, turning slightly from the window where he’d been standing. The afternoon light poured across his bare shoulders, the bandages still snug across his stomach. "I want to talk to them. Something important."Noel shifted, fingers curling into the hem of his soft shirt. He hadn't exactly made peace with them yet. Isadora had tried, true. Leontis too, in his own rigid way. And they had helped him when it mattered... but it still didn’t erase the years they were absent. The years he spent thinking Carlton was his only family."Okay," he said finally. "I'll call them."He did, voice even but clipped. The moment the call ended, he stayed silent, eyes staring out blankly until his phone buzzed again.A message.From Carlton.Noel, please. I’m dying
THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY Doctor's orders,don't stop.
Carlton's office was a mess of scattered documents, shattered glass, and cigarette smoke. He stood at the window in a wrinkled shirt, eyes sunken, jaw twitching with the kind of anxiety he hadn’t felt since prison in his youth. His desk, once neat and polished, was buried under folders of fake financials, shredded check stubs, and a half-finished glass of whiskey. For three days straight, he hadn’t slept. Not since Olivia vanished with those files. Not since the syndicate that used to trust him began sniffing around like wolves sensing weakness.The door slammed open with a bang that echoed through the house.Carlton jumped, nearly dropping the whiskey glass.Matteo.Dressed in black from head to toe, his broad figure blocked the light from the hallway. The thick bandage peeking through his unbuttoned collar was stained with red. In his hand, a Glock.Carlton blinked. "Matteo…""Where the fuck is my money, Carlton?" Matteo growled, voice low, seething.Carlton raised his hands slowly.
THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY Even if I Break
The sunlight streaming through the tall windows warmed the edge of the bed, tracing golden fingers over the white sheets tangled around Vincenzo and Noel.Noel stirred first.He blinked slowly, eyes adjusting to the room…the rich wood, the gold-framed portraits, the subtle scent of leather and cologne. Then the weight beside him shifted. Vincenzo’s arm was still draped around him."You’re awake?" Noel whispered.Vincenzo didn’t open his eyes. “Have been for a while.”Noel’s throat tightened. “You scared me, y’know.”Vincenzo finally turned his head. “Scaring you wasn’t the plan.”Noel sighed, sitting up slowly. “You almost died.”“I didn’t.”“Because Lucas gave his blood. And I passed out trying to do the same.”Vincenzo’s hand found Noel’s waist under the sheet. “You always try to do the most dangerous thing to protect me.”“Because you always do the stupidest shit to protect me.”They sat in silence for a moment.Then Noel asked quietly, “Where do we go from here?”Vincenzo arched a
THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY Velvet and fire.
The television flickered in the corner of the smoke-filled bar, its grainy screen catching the attention of the man hunched over his whiskey. Hooded and half-shadowed, he looked up slowly, glass paused at his lips.BREAKING NEWS: OPERA SHOOTOUT TURNS BLOODYThe footage was shaky, captured by a panicked bystander, but it was enough. The camera caught a brief glimpse of a woman collapsing to the floor, her head jerking violently with the impact of a bullet.The caption read: *Elene Ricci presumed dead in the aftermath of the Opera House ambush.*The man’s grip tightened on the glass until it cracked. His eyes, a cold storm beneath his disguise, didn’t blink.Don Vittorio Ricci.Alive.He muttered, barely audible beneath the music and chatter, “You killed my daughter...”And then, like steel being tempered in flame:“I’ll burn the De Lucas to ash.”Meanwhile, in the De Luca estate...The return was a slow procession.Noel supported Vincenzo with gentle hands, guiding him up the marble st
