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THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY Daddy's pretty Sl*t.
The sun hung high in the Santorini sky, casting streaks of gold through the open balcony doors. The morning breeze carried the scent of the sea into the room, the sound of crashing waves mixing with the lingering tension between them.Noel stood in front of Vincenzo, chest rising and falling rapidly. His lips tingled from the rough, unexpected kiss Vincenzo had stolen earlier, and his wrists still burned from the way he'd been dragged into this room.Vincenzo towered over him, his dark gaze sharp, his arms crossed over his chest."You pissed me off," Vincenzo muttered.Noel scoffed. "Oh? But it's totally fine for you to let your ex grope you in front of me?"A flicker of something dangerous passed through Vincenzo’s eyes. "So, you were jealous."Noel clenched his fists. "And what if I was?"Vincenzo’s lips curled, but there was no humor in his smirk..just raw, unfiltered possession. "Then I’ll have to remind you who you belong to."Before Noel could snap back, he was yanked forward…on
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-01THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY Calm and loved.
The scent of sex and saltwater still clung to the air, thick and intoxicating. Sunlight streamed through the open balcony doors, casting golden streaks over tangled sheets and bare skin.Noel was boneless, completely spent, his body draped over Vincenzo’s like he belonged there. His cheek rested against the warm plane of Vincenzo’s chest, the steady rise and fall of it lulling him into something dangerously close to comfort.Then….A knock at the door.Noel stiffened.Vincenzo’s bored, lazy hum vibrated against his ear, but he didn’t move an inch.Then Luca’s voice cut through the morning stillness.“Boss, Mr. Laurent’s friends have arrived.”Noel went rigid.Shit.His heart slammed against his ribs as the weight of reality came crashing back. His friends. Here.After everything that just happened.A sharp wave of embarrassment surged through him, and before he could think…he dove under the covers.Vincenzo’s deep, amused chuckle rumbled through his chest.“Seriously?” he drawled, pul
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-01THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY Blood,lust,love and war.
The room was thick with tension, the heavy scent of cigars clinging to the air as Don Ramon paced back and forth, his expression dark, his jaw clenched in fury. His polished leather shoes echoed against the marble floor of his grand estate, each step a sharp crack against the silence.At the center of the room, Elene Ricci sat gracefully, her legs crossed, hands folded neatly in her lap. She wore the perfect mask…an expression of innocence, concern, and quiet submission. She had played this role for years, knew exactly how to tilt her head just right, how to widen her eyes ever so slightly, and how to let her voice tremble at all the perfect moments.But beneath that carefully crafted façade, she was laughing.Vincenzo had finally given her what she wanted.A war.A reason to pull him back into her web.And all because of that delicate little plaything he had taken a liking to.Noel Laurent.A name that meant nothing. A nobody. A boy with a pretty face and wide, fragile eyes that had
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-02THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY Psychotic Ex
“You need to stop scowling like that,” Noel murmured, standing up on his toes to kiss the side of Vincenzo’s mouth.Vincenzo didn’t react at first. His eyes were still sharp, his arms crossed, muscles flexed like a loaded spring. The glow from the beach party lights flickered in the distance behind them, the music dull against the thrum of his boiling blood.“They touched my fucking club, Noel,” he said through clenched teeth. “That wasn’t just business. That was personal.”“I know,” Noel whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of Vincenzo’s ear. “But this… right now… isn’t about them. You need to breathe. Let me help you.”He leaned in and kissed him again, softer this time, coaxing his lips to move. Slowly, like the pull of the tide, Vincenzo gave in.Noel smiled against his mouth. “There he is…”“You’re playing with fire,” Vincenzo muttered, pulling him closer by the waist.“Then burn me.”Vincenzo let out a low grunt and kissed him back, rougher, deeper, hands clutching the
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-04THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY Daddy doesn't share.
As they danced, Noel’s eyes flicked across the floor, just for a second…his gaze landed on Vincenzo.Vincenzo sat like a king, shadowed by the dim lighting near the bar, a glass of something dark in his hand, his posture unreadable. But his eyes…They were locked on Silvio Ricci.Silvio was sitting a few feet away, leaned against one of his men, still bruised from the earlier beating. His lip was split, cheekbone darkened with the start of a deep purple swell. Yet his smugness didn’t waver. Not even a little.He raised his glass in a slow toast toward Vincenzo and smirked.Vincenzo didn’t blink. He just tightened his grip on the glass until his knuckles went white.Across the venue, far from the dance floor, Sven sat in a little VIP alcove surrounded by three or four pretty-faced friends, all sipping champagne like they owned the island. His legs were crossed, a perfectly manicured hand lazily resting on his thigh as he whispered something to the girl beside him.The blonde leaned for
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-05THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY Conspiracy.
Elene sat in her suite, fingers tapping against her wine glass as she watched an encrypted feed on her tablet…Noel on the dance floor, laughing with his friends, Vincenzo’s shadow never too far.She zoomed in. Noel’s lips against Vincenzo’s. Their hands on each other. Intimacy. Trust.Disgusting.Her best friend Cassie twirled her blonde hair beside her, equally absorbed. “You really think that freak Julian can get him back?”Elene smiled slowly. “I don’t need him to get Noel back. I just need him to break them.”Cassie glanced at her. “And if that doesn’t work?”Elene looked down at her phone. A message sat unsent: Plan B is in motion. Be ready.She locked the screen.“Then we go to war.”Meanwhile, across the city, Julian sat in a dark hotel room, lit only by the glow of his phone. He stared at the video…Noel laughing on the beach, twirling around in the sun, happy, unbothered.His thumb hovered over the message Elene had sent. Coordinates. Names. Information.He didn’t need it.He
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-06THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY Trouble waters.
The knock on the door echoed like a warning.Heavy. Deliberate. Unmistakable.Noel's father, Carlton Laurent, looked up from his glass of brandy. He wasn’t expecting anyone. Not today. And certainly not anyone bold enough to disturb him this early in the evening.“Who the hell…”Before he could finish the sentence, his butler entered, pale and visibly shaken.“Sir… there’s a man here to see you. He says… he says his name is Don Ramon De Luca.”Carlton froze, his glass still halfway to his lips.“…De Luca?”The butler gave a small nod. “He insisted.”Carlton stood slowly, his fingers tightening around the glass. “Show him in.”When Don Ramon De Luca entered, the temperature in the room seemed to drop by ten degrees. He was tall, composed, dressed in a sharp black suit with a long overcoat, his aura cold, commanding.Carlton had never met the man before, but he didn’t need an introduction.This was the lion of New York’s underworld.“Mr. Laurent,” Don Ramon said, his voice low and polis
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-06THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY A husband for the Archenemy.
The sun glinted off the waves, casting golden ripples over the ocean. Noel stood with his feet in the water, letting it rush past his ankles while Aria and Nico splashed each other behind him. Their laughter echoed around, but Noel was lost in thought, his fingers clenched around his phone. He’d been quiet all morning, withdrawn, and it hadn’t gone unnoticed. “You good, babe?” Aria called from behind, brushing her wet curls back as she walked toward him. Before Noel could answer, his phone rang. His breath hitched when he saw the name on the screen. Dad. He hesitated before answering. “What do you want?” he asked, voice low. “You little bastard! You’re just like your mother!” his father’s voice thundered through the phone. Noel flinched. His knuckles went white around the phone. “You think you can just disappear and shame me like this? You better get your ass back home!” “I’m not in the country, Dad,” Noel snapped, louder than he intended. Aria stopped in her tracks. Nico w
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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
THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY A flicker of Hope.
The air was suffocatingly still.It had been thirty-seven hours.Thirty-seven hours since Noel had walked into that room and refused to leave Vincenzo’s side.Doctors had come and gone. Nurses whispered in corners. The rhythm of machines continued its haunting lullaby, every beep a breath stolen, every silence a cliffhanger.Noel hadn’t moved.Lucas had stabilized, resting in another room with Nico refusing to leave his side.Aria had gone to get clean clothes and food. She cried when she hugged Noel but left quietly, promising she’d return soon.But Noel...He stayed.He slept curled on the edge of the bed, his arms around Vincenzo’s waist, his cheek pressed lightly against the cold hospital gown.He hadn't said a word since last night.Not even to Isadora, who had come with a bowl of soup and a fresh change of clothes.She stood by the door now, Leontis beside her, both of them silent."He's still not speaking?" Leontis asked quietly.Isadora nodded. "He's holding it all in."Leonti
THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY Till Blood Runs Dry.
The hospital lights burned too bright, too sterile.Noel sat crumpled on the hard bench outside the operating room, his face buried in his trembling hands.His body shook violently, silent sobs wrecking through him.Aria sat beside him, arms wrapped tight around his shoulders, tears streaming down her own face.Nico crouched in front of him, gripping his knees, whispering something..anything…but Noel couldn’t hear him.He couldn’t hear anything over the deafening roar in his ears.The image of Vincenzo collapsing in his arms played again and again behind his eyelids.Blood.So much blood.Hot, sticky, soaking his fingers.The doors to the OR burst open.The doctor…young, sweat beading his forehead…rushed out, removing his gloves."His condition is critical," he said, his voice clipped and urgent. "The bullet tore through an artery. We’ve managed to stabilize the bleeding, but he’s lost too much blood."Noel's head snapped up."I’ll donate," he said immediately, voice cracking. "Take m
THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY Blood At The Opera
The opera house ruins loomed like a carcass in the night.Fog curled over the broken steps, swallowing the splintered marble columns and shattered stained glass windows.The SUVs crawled to a silent stop a block away.Vincenzo sat in the backseat, staring out the tinted window.Beside him, Noel shifted, his legs bouncing with nervous energy he couldn't suppress.Lucas spoke first, keeping his voice low. "Visual confirmation. Ten of their men outside. Unmarked vans. Heavily armed."Vincenzo nodded once. "Positions?""East and west entrances covered. Main hall's open." Lucas paused. "But it's a kill box. They want to herd us through it."Vincenzo’s lips curved into something that wasn't a smile."They think we're that stupid."Lucas shrugged one shoulder. "They think you're desperate."Vincenzo leaned back, turning his head toward Noel."You ready?"Noel swallowed hard, nodding."I'm not leaving without them," he said."You won’t have to."Noel hesitated. "You’re not either."Vincenzo r
