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THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY THE TOUCH OF A MAFIA GOD
"This meeting will decide the future of Castillo Holdings. I suggest we all take it seriously," Jezara's voice sliced through the tension like a blade.The grand conference room on the top floor of Castillo Tower pulsed with power and heat. Twelve board members sat around a gleaming obsidian table, half shifting uncomfortably, the others defiant or cold. The room was thick with tension, the windows framed by storm clouds rolling in over the city skyline like an omen.Adrian Holt sat to Jezara's left, legs crossed, sipping espresso with a calmness that felt manufactured. His eyes, however, were moving too fast to hide his unease. He wasn’t here for Jezara. He was here for himself."Castillo Holdings is hemorrhaging loyalty. Someone must take over this empire before it burns," Jezara continued, her crimson suit glowing under the chandelier. Her gaze cut into each face. "And who better than someone who's already been running its shadow division for the last seven months?""You mean the s
THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY ONE HEAD OF THE HYDRA
"You should've stayed in the hospital, De Luca. It seems you've finally gone mad," sneered Dario Falco, the smug-eyed bastard who had sent the nurse.Vincenzo didn't flinch. His presence devoured the hall the moment he stepped in…sharp black suit stained with the echo of blood, his jaw locked, eyes like twin barrels of hellfire."No," he said coldly. "I'm just awake now.""Awake?" A council member to his right scoffed. "You think you can come here, reeking of rebellion, and lecture us?""We made you!" someone else spat."And you tried to unmake me," Vincenzo replied, voice low and lethal. "By targeting what's mine."They laughed. Even the guards behind them chuckled, amused by what they thought was desperation. Dario Falco rose from his seat, clapping mockingly."Oh, how the mighty have fallen. You've come to beg, haven’t you? You think Don Ramon's shadow can protect you again?""That coward?" another jeered. "He shot Alonzo and ran like a dog.""Your father's disgrace has finally blo
THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY TO END A WAR?
The soft hiss of the IV line was the only sound in the hospital room, faint and steady, like a serpent in the shadows. Pale morning light filtered through the curtains, casting long slashes across the sterile floor. The male nurse stood by the bedside, eyes darting to the door, then to the syringe in his gloved hand. His breath was shallow, sweat glistening at his temple.The clear liquid inside the syringe caught the light…a poison meant to never be traced.He adjusted the drip tube carefully, steadying his hand. The pulse monitor beeped in a sleepy rhythm, the only sign of life from the still figure on the bed. Noel looked like a porcelain doll in sleep. Fragile. Beautiful. Vulnerable.The needle inched toward the IV line.Then…Noel's eyes fluttered open.Hazel blue like met the nurse’s dark ones. Wide, dazed, blinking. A breath rattled weakly from Noel's chest.The nurse froze.Noel couldn't move. Couldn't speak. But his eyes screamed.The syringe trembled in the man's hand. He gr
THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY THE WATCHMAN.
"Don Ramon has spat in our faces."The words sliced through the heavy silence like a dagger. The underground council chamber, hidden beneath the ruins of an old basilica, echoed with the hiss of cigars, the clink of crystal glasses, and the low murmur of powerful men seething behind gilded masks of civility.The one who spoke…Marco Ventresca, oldest of the Seven and ruthless in his convictions…sat at the head of the long obsidian table, his fingers drumming against the armrest of his chair with a calculated fury."He killed Alonzo," another councilman, Galetti, growled. "His cousin. Blood of his blood.""Because Alonzo stood with us," Marco spat. "Because Ramon knew he’d speak out. He silenced him like the coward he’s become.""He's siding with Vincenzo. Protecting that boy...""Noel Laurent," Marco said with disdain. "The boy is the disease. Ramon is infected."There was a beat of silence. Then:"Then let’s cure him."Six pairs of eyes turned toward the one who had spoken. A younger
THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY COME UNDONE.
"Take it all out on me. Every ounce of fear, every tear you've held back. I can take it, Aria. I want to."The words tumbled from Francesca's lips, husky and low, as she pulled Aria inside her dimly lit apartment, slamming the door shut behind them. The city lights filtered through gauzy curtains, casting golden stripes across their skin. But inside, it was a different storm…raw, electric, and urgent.Aria didn’t respond with words. She crashed her lips into Francesca’s, her kiss fierce and frantic, tasting of panic and pain and desperate, wild need. She clawed at Francesca’s blazer, tugging it off her shoulders, then threw it to the floor. Francesca groaned into her mouth and cupped her face, holding her steady as their tongues tangled like they were fighting for dominance and surrender all at once.Clothes became casualties. Aria’s top tore down the middle, buttons flying. Francesca’s silk blouse was ripped over her head. Their bodies pressed together, hot skin to skin, fevered and
THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY YOU LOVE MEN TOO?
"He cannot marry that boy."The words echoed like a slap across the mahogany table of the De Luca council chamber.Don Ramon sat unmoving, his face unreadable beneath the weight of over a dozen eyes…eyes of men who had ruled with him, bled with him, and now dared question him."He cannot marry a man and lead the De Luca Syndicate," spat Don Severino, the eldest of the council. "It is not our way.""Then perhaps," Don Ramon said slowly, voice thick with gravity, "it is time we change our way."Outrage exploded."Sacrilege!""Betrayal of the bloodline!""Bullshit!"Don Riccardo slammed his cane on the floor. "You, of all people, Ramon! You speak of changing what built us? What made us?"Don Ramon rose to his feet. "What made us," he said coldly, "was loyalty. Strength. And a refusal to bow to anyone..not even outdated notions that destroy rather than protect. My son has given everything for this family. If Vincenzo chooses Noel, and chooses love, then I stand by him. If that means he no
THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY YOU CAN'T RUN/IN LIMBO
"You're running out of road, Carlton."The voice on the other end of the phone was as cold as ice and twice as deadly. Carlton’s hand trembled slightly as he pulled the phone away from his ear, disbelief flashing through his eyes. He was in his bedroom, his chest heaving with panic. Sweat slicked his brow, not from the heat…but from fear.Not fear of Noel’s blood still fresh on his conscience. No, that hadn’t mattered much to him.This was different.He’d just been told that the syndicate…those men with no names, only blood debts and silent kills…were coming for him.And they weren’t coming to talk.“No, no, no…” he murmured to himself, his voice breaking with panic as he yanked open the hidden panel in the wall behind his closet.Inside sat his emergency stash. Black duffel bags filled with cash, foreign passports, burner phones, and one pistol with a single clip of ammo. He hadn’t thought he’d ever need to use it. He always played smarter than the rest. He wasn’t reckless. He didn’t
THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY Dear God,Please Give him Back To Me.
"You’re too late… I’m sorry. We did everything we could."The words shattered through the waiting room like glass under a boot.A nurse stood there…her scrubs stained with blood, Noel’s blood…eyes heavy with regret as she looked at Vincenzo. For a moment, no one moved. No one breathed. It was like the world forgot how.Then the silence cracked.Vincenzo staggered."No..." It escaped his lips like a broken whisper, like the word itself couldn’t make sense to his throat. His knees buckled, hands catching the edge of the cold steel bench as if the earth was spinning too fast to hold him."No, no, no!" he growled, chest heaving. "You’re lying. You’re fucking lying!""I wish I was," the nurse said, voice low. "But there was… no pulse."Vincenzo’s scream ripped through the corridor. A deep, guttural sound that tore his soul in half.Francesca gasped and turned away, covering her mouth.Nico collapsed against Lucas, sobbing violently.Isadora’s legs gave out and she crumpled into Leonti’s ar
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
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