LOGIN"You think you have a choice?" Vittorio squeezed my nipples with his hand and my sanity with the other. “ You were never going to be anyone else's from the moment I set eyes on you”. His voice a deadly whisper His words cut through me making my chest tighten with fear "You’re Ours, kitten," he continued, his gaze locking onto mine and stealing the breath from my lungs. "You will be claimed, used, and Fucked however I see fit. Do you understand?" "I... I understand," I whispered, feeling my resistance crumble under his dark, green eyes. "You will lay before me, Katarina," he commanded his voice a low growl. "Spread your swollen pussy wide, and show me how desperate you are for me to fuck you." Katarina Delgado was supposed to belong to another man. Sold like property to Mafia Don Giordano, her virginity was payment for a debt her father couldn't afford. But when her brother Mateo tries to save her and fails, she ends up in the hands of a deadlier monster: Vittorio De Luca, the brutal mafia king who cages her, collars her, and whispers filth like love. Now, locked in a war between cartels, Katarina is the prize. But not just for Vittorio. Valentino De Luca, his missing twin, has returned. Sharper. Slower. Unhinged. And he doesn’t want to steal her. He wants to share her. Together. In a world of cages, kings, and betrayal, the only thing more dangerous than being wanted… is being wanted by both of them.
View MoreFiorella’s POV“They’re watching me,” I whispered. The mirror didn’t answer, but I saw it in the reflection — two guards outside my door, pretending not to stare. Suzy sat up, blinking. “Mama, no one’s there.”“Don’t lie to me,” I snapped, pointing at the door. “They whisper. At night. You don’t hear it because you sleep like a baby.”She frowned. “They’re watching us,” I said louder this time. “They’ll check the house at sunrise. If I don’t move now, it’s over.”Suzy rubbed her eyes from the bed. “Mama, who?”“Everyone,” I snapped. “Go back to sleep.”She sat up, hugging her stuffed bear. “You didn’t sleep either.”“Because I can’t,” I said, pacing again. My hands wouldn’t stay still. “Every step I take, someone’s following.”“Maybe they just care,” she said softly.I stopped. “No. They suspect.”Her little face fell. “Did I do something?”I turned too fast. “You? You opened your mouth about that other one last night. Remember?”Tears filled her eyes. “I didn’t mean to—”“You neve
Vittorio’s POVThe office smelled like whiskey and smoke. Valentino was already there, sitting behind my desk like he owned the place. I closed the door.He looked up. “She asleep?”“Yeah,” I said. “Finally.”He nodded, slow. “You look like shit.”“Thanks,” I muttered, pouring myself a drink. “You look worse.”He smirked, but it didn’t last long. “We need to talk about Fiorella.”I leaned against the desk, glass in hand. “Yeah. We do.”“She’s not her,” he said quietly.I stared at him for a long second. “You finally see it too.”He sighed. “I kept trying not to. But… it’s obvious now. The way she talks, moves—everything. It’s off.”“Not just off,” I said. “It’s wrong.”He rubbed his jaw. “So it’s not jealousy, or trauma, or memory loss?”“No,” I said. “It’s something else. Something planted.”Valentino leaned forward. “You think she’s compromised?”“I think whoever that woman is—she’s not Fiorella.”He went quiet. The clock ticked on the wall.“You were the one who loved her first,”
Katarina’s POV“Mommy Kat!”The second I stepped through the door, a tiny body slammed into my legs.“Papi—” I barely caught him before he almost tripped us both. His arms wrapped tight around me, face buried in my stomach.“You came back!” he said, voice muffled.I smiled weakly, running my hand through his hair. “Of course I came back, troublemaker.”Ombra appeared from the hallway, her scarf wrapped tight around her head. “He refused to sleep,” she said, shaking her head. “Said he would not close eyes until he saw you.”Papi looked up at her, serious. “I told you she’d come.”I laughed softly. “You win, little man. But now it’s late. You need to go to bed.”He frowned. “Only if you tuck me in.”“I will,” I promised. “In a minute.”Vittorio’s voice came from behind me, low and dry. “I need tucking in too. Who’s taking care of me?”I turned, giving him a look. “You can tuck yourself, big man.”He smirked. “I was hoping for equal treatment.”“Dream on,” I muttered, brushing past him.
Ghost’s POV“Seatbelt,” I said.Suzy was already buckled in the back, her tiny legs swinging, hair a mess from the long day. She hugged a pink stuffed bear to her chest and looked up at me with sleepy eyes.“I already did,” she said proudly. “Mama said seatbelts are for good girls.”“Then you’re a good girl,” I said, forcing a small smile.Fiorella didn’t answer. She sat stiff beside me in the passenger seat, eyes locked on the window like she was watching ghosts in the dark.“Seatbelt,” I repeated, this time to her.She didn’t move. “It’s on,” she muttered, the belt hanging loose.“You used to hate them,” I said quietly. “Said they wrinkled your dress.”“Maybe I changed,” she said flatly, eyes still forward.I watched her reflection in the glass. Same face. Same voice. But not the same woman.“You always talk this much, Muscle?” she asked, her tone sharp.That name hit wrong. She’d never called me that. Not once. The real Fiorella used to call me G, or sometimes Ghostie when she wa
Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.
reviewsMore