ANMELDENMarcelina~Sleep never came.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Sabrina standing in front of me with that same cold smile, heard her voice all over again, and felt the sting of hot tea burning my skin. No matter how many times I told myself it was over, my mind refused to let it go. It replayed every word, every insult, every threat until I wasn't even sure whether the ache in my chest came from what she'd done or from how helpless I'd felt standing there.My injured hand throbbed while my collarbone ached every time I shifted on the bed.Silvestri had come back later that night with another painkiller, promising it was milder, but I still refused. Not because I enjoyed suffering. But because I couldn't stop thinking about the tiny life growing inside me.No amount of pain was worth risking that.So I endured it.By midnight, the pain had become unbearable.By two in the morning, I'd cried so much my head hurt almost as badly as my hand. And I couldn't even explain why I was fucking
Domenico~By the time the last gunshot faded, the warehouse had become an inferno. Flames devoured the roof while thick black smoke climbed into the night sky.The smell of burning fuel mixed with blood and scorched flesh.Around me, bodies covered the concrete. Some lay where the explosion had thrown them, while the others had made it a few steps before my men and I cut them down.The radio on Matteo's shoulder crackled."All three warehouses are clear." I checked my watch.3:00 A.M.Right on schedule.Slipping my pistol back into its holster, I started walking out of the burning warehouse. Dante fell into step beside me."We found him."Near the collapsed entrance, two of my men dragged someone across the ground before throwing him onto the concrete.Silenzio.Or what was left of him.One side of his clothes had burned away, exposing flesh that was blackened and peeling.And blood soaked what remained of his shirt from at least three gunshot wounds.Every breath sounded like broken
Domenico~The smell of blood still hung in the air when Matteo walked over, three burner phones already in his hand. They belonged to the fallen Sartori soldiers."They're locked.""Do what needs to be done."He gave a short nod and disappeared toward the command vehicle while I looked over the three men kneeling on the asphalt.There was no point questioning them here.They'd be far more useful when they're hanging from chains.A few minutes later, Matteo stepped back out."They're in.""What've we got?"He held up a tablet, scrolling through the recovered messages."Encrypted group chat." He opened the first conversation.Most of it was coded, nothing unusual.Until..."There."He enlarged the screen.> Bring everything to Punto Nero. Final count before dawn.Another message followed minutes later.> Silenzio wants every shipment accounted for personally.Silenzio.The one who coordinated every interception. The ghost behind the operation. The bastard who had killed Nicolo and Broke
Domenico~The soft, sweet scent of lavender and coconut filled my chest, and for the briefest second, I closed my eyes.Fuck.One little hair band.That's all it took.The scent wrapped around my head until every fucking thought disappeared beneath it.I could almost see her.Marcelina.Her hair spread wildly across the pillow and her face flushed while looking up at me with those stubborn eyes that never knew when to surrender.I'd ripped the damn band from her hair right before I buried myself inside her until she couldn't even remember her own name. Since that night, I kept it on me like a goddamn drug, taking minute doses like a pathetic, desperate addict.The fucking irony?I wasn't an addict.I'd never spent a single goddamn day of my life desperate for anything."The Sartoris have taken position," Matteo reported, his voice cutting through the fog in my head.Thank fuck for the distraction. At least something useful finally demanded my attention.The only good thing about this
Domenico~For the first time since the ambush in Russia, I stepped foot back on Russian soil two days ago.Not for revenge.Not yet.That would've been the predictable move.The Bratva were waiting for retaliation. They expected me to arrive breathing fire, kicking down doors, and leaving bodies behind until I found the bastard who ordered the attack.Instead, I gave them exactly what they never expected.Nothing.Or at least that's what I made it appear to be.The moment my plane landed, every pair of eyes in the city was watching me. That was the beauty of the underworld. News traveled faster than bullets.So I made sure they saw exactly what I wanted them to see.I paid visits to Armenian warehouses and shut down a few of their operations.Every move screamed I believed the Armenians were responsible for the ambush that happened weeks ago, which was exactly as planned.The Bratva had spies everywhere, just like I did. But mine were buried so deep inside their asses.The reports sta
Marcelina~The room fell deathly silent.Even Lucia gasped as I held her wrist firmly."I've allowed you to insult me, humiliate me, hurt me." My eyes flickered to the angry burn on my hand. "But you do not get to hit me."My heart hammered against my ribs, but my voice remained steady."I respect you because you're my husband's mother. But don't mistake my respect for weakness." For a long, tense moment, neither of us moved.Our eyes remained locked in a silent battle, each of us refusing to be the first to look away.Then something in her snapped, and she ripped her wrist out of my grasp so violently it nearly threw her off balance.She caught herself at the last second, breathing hard through her nose as she stared at me with naked fury."You have quite the nerve," she said through clenched teeth, rubbing the spot where my fingers had held her.The calm mask she'd worn all afternoon was gone."You think you're the first woman I've had to deal with? The first ambitious little girl
Marcelina's POV Heat rushed up my neck so fast it made me dizzy, spreading across my cheeks, burning through my skin like I had been slapped. My breath caught somewhere in my throat, uneven, shallow, and completely out of my control.How could he throw that in my face?"And what the fuck did you c
Marcelina's POVThe dining room was already set when I walked in.Not just set, prepared.The table stretched out in front of me, covered with more food than necessary. And yet, there was no one else.I pulled out a chair and sat down slowly, my eyes moving over the dishes without really seeing the
Domenico's POV He was one of the new faces. Not older than twenty, with a slim build and too clean for someone sitting in a room like this. That alone told me everything I needed to know."Relax," I said calmly, though there was no warmth in it. "You look like you've already been judged." A weak
Marcelina's POV "And who is she?" Her voice cut through the room like a blade, causing all eyes to turn towards the stairs.Including his.My chest tightened as I found myself under their full attention. Domenico. The older man—his father. And her.Especially her.Straightening slightly, I forced







