LOGINRoman’s POVMy grip tightened on the steering wheel, I almost pulled out my phone right then. I almost called Luca and ordered him to install hidden cameras in every single corner of Gianna’s new house.She was behaving strangely. Unpredictable. Snapping out at me over the smallest inconvenience.And then she called me a killer.I squeezed my eyes shut for a brief second at the red light. I couldn't even process how we had spiraled down to that point. One second she was soft in my arms, and the next, she looked at me like I was a monster straight out of her worst nightmares.I wanted to keep an eye on her. My instincts screamed at me to watch every breath she took.I should install those cameras.I need to know what she’s doing when I’m not there.I forced the dark thought down.No. I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she was dealing with something personal. Something that she didn't want to burden me with yet. Of course I wanted her to burden me. I wanted to carry
Gianna’s POVI snatched the phone straight from his hand.My fingers were trembling so hard I almost dropped it onto the floor.If this dragged on for one more second, everything would blow up in my face. The terror in my chest was suffocating. I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to shake his shoulders and demand the truth.Was Viola really your girlfriend? Did you actually pull the trigger on the woman you loved?The questions burned in the back of my throat like acid. But I choked them back down. I couldn't bring myself to say her name out loud. Not yet."You don’t just invade my privacy like that," I snapped, keeping my posture rigid.I made a sharp move to walk past his broad frame, desperate to head to my room. Roman moved like a shadow.Before I could even take a single step, his hand shot out. His fingers wrapped around the back of my neck, pulling me backward with a soft, ruthless drag until my breast slammed flush against his solid chest."You look remarkably okay for someo
Gianna’s POVHearing him say those words felt like he didn’t mean any of it and just maybe it’s the influence of the wine he had."But... what if he didn't mean for her to die?" I asked, my mind reeling, trying to process the absolute nightmare spilling from his lips. "What if it was a mistake?"Roman scoffed, a dark, vile sound."I don't care," he growled. "My father is a sickening, vile man. Why would he even orchestrate a hit like that in the first place? Just to frame them.”“Just to spark a bloody war and force me to prove I was ready to work for the Bellini family. To turn me into a killer."He closed his eyes for a second, rubbing his forehead as if the weight of the memory was physically crushing him."I have never told anyone this before, Gianna," he whispered. "I swore I was going to take it to my grave. I don't even know why I'm telling you.""I'm so sorry, Roman," I breathed, my hand trembling against his chest. "I really am."I forced myself to keep going, using the delic
Gianna’s POVRoman's eyes went dark. Not the slow heat from before, something sharper, something that made my stomach drop. His hand fisted in my hair, pulling me to my feet, and then he scooped me up like I weighed nothing. My back hit the mattress and the breath punched out of my lungs. Before I could recover, he flipped me onto my stomach, gripped my hips, and pulled me up onto my hands and knees.No warning. No teasing. He drove into me from behind, hard and deep, and the sound that came out of my mouth was something I didn't recognize.My fingers twisted into the sheets, knuckles white, the fabric bunching under my grip as he slammed forward again. Each thrust shoved me up the bed, the headboard rattling against the wall. I bit the pillow, then stopped biting because I wanted him to hear me. Every sound. Every gasp that broke apart when he hit that spot deep inside that made my legs shake.Then his hands flipped me over, and I was on my back, staring up at the ceiling, at him,
Gianna’s POVMy stomach twisted into a violent, sick knot.I hated myself at this exact moment.I hated the fact that I was doing this to him. I hated playing the deceitful role, using his desire for me as a weapon against him.My mind flashed back to the horrifying stories Don Xavier had told me, the brutal details of what Roman did to people who betrayed him. The men he had erased. The blood he had spilled without a second thought.Panic clawed at the inside of my throat.I was terrified for my life. I was utterly terrified of what would happen when he found out I had tricked him. If he survived this night, he would look at me with nothing but hatred.The thought broke something fragile inside my chest. Because beneath the fear, beneath the mission, I knew the bitter truth.I was falling for him.But as I looked at his hands hovering over my hips, I remembered my mother's tearful face. I remembered my father's fragile safety.I didn't want my parents to die in a war I had dragged t
Gianna’s POVThe air instantly died in the room. Silence swallowed the entire house.Roman froze. His grip on my waist went solid. The muscle in his jaw flexed hard, his breathing suddenly deep and heavy against my skin. He stared directly into my soul, searching my face as if looking for a trace of fear or hesitation.I didn't give him any.For five seconds, neither of us moved. Then Roman broke the silence first.His lips curved into a soft smile. "When did you become so wild, Gianna?" I let out a light scoff, my thumb lightly tracing his jawline."Since I met you," I replied softly.He moved in closer, "Oh, really?" "So you’re saying I’m the one who corrupted you?""Maybe," I murmured, a teasing glint in my eyes."Maybe what?" he demanded softly, his fingers digging slightly into my hip."Never mind," I whispered with a subtle smile.I gently pushed against his shoulders. He let out a low growl of protest, but I slid my legs down from his waist, stepping back toward the cold kit







