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The peak of Danger
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Noel sat curled in the corner of the jet’s plush couch, knees pulled to his chest, a thick blanket wrapped around him even though the cabin wasn’t cold. His face was pale, eyes red-rimmed and unfocused as they stared blankly out the window at the dark stretch of ocean below.Vincenzo sat across from him, elbows on his knees, hands clenched into fists. His shirt was stained with blood…Ezra’s. His jaw twitched as he watched Noel, silent, helpless, seething.Nico sat beside Noel, rubbing his back gently, whispering things only he could hear.Aria sat on the floor near the couch, her legs crossed, staring straight ahead. Her fists were clenched. Her earrings swung with every tiny tremble of her body. “I should’ve followed him. He was gone too long. I should’ve…fuck.”Lucas stood near the cockpit, arms folded, head low. Guilt clouded his expression. “This was on all of us.”“No,” Vincenzo growled finally. “It was on me.”Noel blinked slowly, like he hadn’t even realized they were speaking.
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“Noel,” Vincenzo’s voice was low, dark, and dangerous as he kicked the penthouse door open, carrying Noel in his arms like he weighed nothing. The door slammed shut behind them with a finality that sent a chill down Noel’s spine.“You’re safe now,” Vincenzo growled, striding through the shadows of the luxurious space, lit only by the flickering city lights bleeding in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. “No more running. No more hiding. You’re mine.”He laid Noel on the bed with an unexpected gentleness, brushing hair from his flushed face. Noel was trembling, still hazy, drugged, but his eyes found Vincenzo’s, glassy and wanting.“Don’t leave,” he whispered. “Please… stay.”Vincenzo turned to go…but Noel’s hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, tight. “Stay,” Noel said again, voice cracking. “I need you.”Vincenzo stilled. His jaw clenched.“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he said, voice guttural.“I do.”Vincenzo’s control shattered.He climbed on top of Noel in one smooth,
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“You’re a big disappointment.”The words struck like a whip the moment Noel stepped into the room. Carlton didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t have to. The cold finality in his tone froze Noel where he stood.The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of the Laurent estate, but there was no warmth in the room.Noel shut the door quietly behind him. “Dad, I…”“Save it,” Carlton snapped, holding up a sleek black tablet. “Sit.”Noel didn’t move fast enough. Carlton’s voice dropped colder. “I said sit.”He sat.Carlton walked over and set the tablet down on the coffee table with a slow, deliberate motion. Then, without a word, he tapped the screen.The video started playing.Noel blinked once.And then everything inside him shattered.It was him. On the bed in Julian’s room. Crying. Naked. Writhing.Julian’s voice, sick and low.Noel’s own voice, panicked and pleading…“Julian, stop…stop..please…”The sound of the mattress creaking.The slap of skin.Noel’s choked sobs.He jerked bac
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“Please… just one day of peace.”Noel muttered it to himself as he flipped to the next page in his exam prep book, highlighter dangling from his fingers. His eyes burned. His brain ached. But he’d refused to take any calls. No texts. No visits. Not even from Aria or Nico.Graduation was around the corner.One last final exam and he was done.One tiny step toward a normal life…his own life.Then came the knock.Sharp. Measured. Intentional.Noel stiffened, eyes flicking to the clock. 10:12 AM. He wasn’t expecting anyone.He rose slowly, setting his book aside. His heartbeat quickened. Maybe it was Nico. Or Aria. Or even…He opened the door.And nearly choked.“Hello, sunshine.” Matteo Rossi stood there with the smile of a prince and the soul of a devil. Black suit, black shirt, bouquet of crisp white peonies in his hand. His cologne was expensive and suffocating.Noel’s face dropped. “What the hell are you doing here?”Matteo raised an eyebrow. “That’s not how you greet your fiancé.”“
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“You sure about this?” Nico asked as they stepped out of the car.“I need to see him,” Noel said, clutching the sleeves of his hoodie. “If I don’t… I’ll go insane.”The neon-red glow of the sign above them pulsed against the black sky: UNDERWORLD.Nico led the way through the doors like he owned the place. Music throbbed, bass heavy, the scent of sweat, smoke, and sex saturating the air.They walked down the staircase, past the velvet ropes, straight toward the private wing…until Lucas appeared.He froze the moment he saw Noel.“Noel?” Lucas blinked, visibly startled. “What the hell are you doing here?”Noel narrowed his eyes. “Why do you look surprised?”Lucas opened his mouth, then shut it again. “I…Vincenzo’s not available.”Nico stepped in, smirking. “Come on, Lucas. Don’t be so stiff.” He placed a hand lightly on Lucas’s arm. “You always play the good soldier, don’t you?”Lucas stiffened. “Nico…”Nico leaned in close. “Just… take a little break. Five minutes.”Lucas hesitated..ey
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“You did it!” Aria squealed, throwing her arms around Noel’s neck as they spilled out of the auditorium. “Officially a graduate, Mr. Laurent!”Noel managed a faint smile. “Yeah… guess I did.”Nico clapped him on the back. “Top of the class, too. Don’t act like that doesn’t feel good.”“It feels…” Noel exhaled. “Surreal.”And heavy.They knew.That smile didn’t touch his eyes.But Aria wasn’t letting him slip. “No sulking. Tonight, we’re drinking. Bar. Loud music. Zero regrets.”Noel hesitated. “I don’t...”“You’re coming,” Nico said, hooking an arm around his shoulders. “One drink. You owe us.”The bar pulsed with bass. Classmates filled every booth and corner, celebrating freedom like it was a religion. Aria dragged Noel toward the center.“C’mon, dance floor!”Noel shook his head, already settling at the counter. “Not tonight.”“Live a little!” she yelled over the music.“I’ll be here.”Nico raised a brow. “You good?”Noel nodded. “Just… need a drink.”Aria pouted but didn’t push. S
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“Thirty minutes,” Lucas said from the driver’s seat, checking his watch.Vincenzo didn’t respond. He sat back, sleeves rolled, forearms veined, black gloves tight over his hands. His eyes were fixed ahead.The Santa Monica Pier glowed faintly ahead, the ocean dark behind it.“You good?” Lucas asked.“No,” Vincenzo muttered. “Let’s get this shit over with.”They pulled up to the end of the pier. Two large black SUVs were already parked. Russian guards with rifles. Greek smugglers in pinstriped coats.Vincenzo stepped out first.One of the Russians nodded. “Mr. De Luca.”“Where’s the shipment?” Vincenzo asked flatly.“Coming down now.”Lucas unloaded the duffel bags from the trunk…clean money, hard drugs, stacked weapons, all sealed tight.They met in the center of the pier, containers opened. Everything seemed smooth…until a single shot cracked the air.POP!Then all hell broke loose.“DOWN!” Vincenzo yelled, pulling a gun from his back holster.More shots. Muffled screams. One of the
Last Updated : 2025-04-17THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY Trigger lines.
“Noel!”The voice made him pause at the bottom of his building steps. His key had just locked the door behind him when he heard it.Slowly, he turned.Vincenzo stood across the pavement, hands in his coat pockets, face taut. Dark circles under his eyes. Hair tousled like he hadn’t slept. There was no security flanking him. Just raw, stripped-down presence.Noel exhaled.He didn’t smile. He didn’t move.Vincenzo took a tentative step closer.Noel took one back.“How may I help you, Mr. De Luca?” he asked, cold and formal, eyes pointedly avoiding his.Vincenzo flinched. “Don’t call me that.”“I don’t recall calling you anything else.”“Can we talk?” Vincenzo asked softly.“I’m running late for work.”“You… work?” That caught him off guard.“I wasn’t born with a silver spoon,” Noel replied. “I’m not the favored heir of any empire. So yes, I work, Mr. De Luca.”“Noel…”“I don’t have time for this.”He tried to move past him.Vincenzo’s hand caught his wrist. Gently, not forcefully.“I mis
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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.
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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
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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
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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
