Library
Search
Home / Mafia / The Don's Daughter / Chapter 17: She's a problem

Share

Chapter 17: She's a problem

Author: T. Valen
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-12 22:21:27

VITTORIA’S POV

I stood in Nikolai’s study, leaning over his desk, my palms flat against the polished surface. He sat back in his chair, long legs stretched out, ice-blue eyes fixed on mine. There was amusement there at first; controlled and distant, until my words landed.

“Because it is the only way you can guarantee that I will marry you, Otherwise, you will spend the rest of our lives questioning my actions and my motives.”

The shift was immediate.

The air thickened, pressure building like a storm rolling in too fast to outrun. His eyes darkened, not with anger, not with surprise. Recognition. He leaned forward, closing the space between us until our faces were centimeters apart, breath mingling.

He didn’t blink.

“If I agree to your conditions,” he said quietly, “then you will belong to me.”

I leaned closer, close enough to feel the warmth of him, close enough to let the moment stretch and sharpen.

“And you will belong to me.”

We held each other’s gaze, breathing the same air, neith
Continue to read this book for free
Scan code to download App
Previous Chapter Next Chapter
Locked Chapter

Latest chapter

  • The Don's Daughter   Chapter 21: Crazy

    NIKOLAI'S POVNight had settled over the estate, thick and heavy, pressing in from every side. Forty-eight hours.Forty-eight hours since I’d locked Vittoria in the dark room.Five days before our wedding.I haven’t slept properly. I haven’t eaten properly. I haven’t thought properly. Every attempt at work dissolved the moment her face surfaced in my mind, those green eyes, that infuriating calm, the way she could pull something feral out of me without ever raising her voice.She made me volatile.That realisation alone should have scared me more than it did.The dark room had been designed to strip people bare. No windows. No artificial light. Just concrete and air so thick it was almost chewable.Even my guards couldn’t stand watch for more than a few hours at a time. The atmosphere dulled the senses, slowed reflexes, gnawed at the mind.And yet she was still down there.Unbroken.The camera, my only window into that cell, was gone. She’d found it in complete darkness, dismantled it

  • The Don's Daughter   Chapter 20: Heated darkness

    NIKOLAI’S POVThe heat of the shower hit me all at once, steam blooming against the glass and curling toward the ceiling. I barely registered it.I registered her.Vittoria stood beneath the spray as if the space had been built around her unhidden, unguarded, and unashamed. I have seen more naked bodies than I cared to count. Too many nights, too many faces blurred by time and irrelevance.None of them struck me like this.Her body was unmistakably feminine, shaped for softness yet forged by necessity rather than indulgence. Strength lived in her not loud, not exaggerated, but earned. Defined lines traced her arms, her stomach, her thighs. Not masculine. Simply there.She didn’t turn away from my gaze. Didn’t try to cover herself.She let me look.And I did.My eyes followed the water as it traced her skin, the confidence in the way she stood, the quiet pride she carried in her body.Then I saw them.The scars.Too many of them.Gunshot wounds, blade marks, healed fractures. Pale agai

  • The Don's Daughter   Chapter 19: Heated

    VITTORIA'S POVDinner ended.No raised voices. No theatrics. Just quiet understanding.When we left the dining room, Nikolai didn’t peel off toward his study like I expected. Instead, he walked beside me, stride unhurried, presence heavy.Back to our bedroom.This almost still felt strange.Almost.The moment we entered, I crossed the room and dropped onto the couch, bending to unlace my boots. My body was tired in that satisfying way that came after exertion.Nikolai moved past me to his dresser, fingers deft as he removed his watch and set it down with precision.I stood and walked into the wardrobe. It was expansive, organised with the same cold logic that governed the rest of the estate. I grabbed clean clothes, already thinking about the shower.Water = Reset.When I stepped back out, Nikolai had taken the couch. His suit jacket lay beside him, shirt undone at the collar, phone in hand. Without looking up, he said, “You can have the first shower.”It wasn’t an offer.I nodded and

  • The Don's Daughter   Chapter 18: Fight

    NIKOLAI’S POVThe door to my study closed softly behind Vittoria."I’m going back to Sicily tomorrow morning."The words stayed with me longer than they should have.Sicily meant only one thing.Christian Guerra, her father.She must believe there was still something to see. Something to confirm. I allowed the thought to settle without resistance. I will let her go, but not alone. Vittoria Guerra was too valuable to move without protection, and too dangerous to leave unsupervised.I will send a few of my men with her.I sat back at my desk and reached for the paperwork waiting where I’d abandoned it.Numbers. Routes. Percentages. Things that usually brought order to my thoughts.They didn’t today.Still, I forced myself to focus. The empire didn’t pause because of a woman.I was halfway through a ledger when my phone rang.Dante.“She’s here with me,” he said. I knew he was refering to Vittoria “She’s okay,” I replied, already ending the call.She was watching the men train. As long

  • The Don's Daughter   Chapter 17: She's a problem

    VITTORIA’S POVI stood in Nikolai’s study, leaning over his desk, my palms flat against the polished surface. He sat back in his chair, long legs stretched out, ice-blue eyes fixed on mine. There was amusement there at first; controlled and distant, until my words landed.“Because it is the only way you can guarantee that I will marry you, Otherwise, you will spend the rest of our lives questioning my actions and my motives.”The shift was immediate.The air thickened, pressure building like a storm rolling in too fast to outrun. His eyes darkened, not with anger, not with surprise. Recognition. He leaned forward, closing the space between us until our faces were centimeters apart, breath mingling.He didn’t blink.“If I agree to your conditions,” he said quietly, “then you will belong to me.”I leaned closer, close enough to feel the warmth of him, close enough to let the moment stretch and sharpen.“And you will belong to me.”We held each other’s gaze, breathing the same air, neith

  • The Don's Daughter   Chapter 16: Conditions

    NIKOLAI’S POVI went straight to my study.The door closed behind me with a soft click, sealing the room into the controlled silence I preferred. I crossed to my desk, set my jacket over the chair, and sat. The leather creaked as I leaned back, already reaching for my phone.Security feed.I opened the app and selected the dining room camera.Vittoria was still there.Standing at the table. Alone. Unhurried.I watched closely.She poured herself a glass of water. Drank it in slow, efficient swallows. No hesitation. No indulgence. She set the glass down exactly where she’d picked it up.Then she turned and left.Didn’t touch the food.Not even a glance back.My brow furrowed.She hadn’t eaten much since arriving. Dinner last night—steak and vegetables. She’d eaten that without comment. Everything else she’d barely acknowledged.Maybe she only ate what served a purpose.Steak, then.I made a mental note to ensure it was served again.The camera switched automatically as she moved into t

More Chapters

You may also like

Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on GoodNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP
DMCA.com Protection Status