Mag-log in"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 moreKatarina’s POVThe drive back was quiet, but my chest wasn’t. Every word that man at the cemetery said kept replaying in my head — the child, the bloodline, the throne.Vittorio’s hand rested on my thigh the whole way home, thumb brushing over my skin like he was afraid I’d disappear if he stopped touching me. When we finally drove past the edge of the cemetery, he suddenly spoke.“Stop the car.”Valentino frowned but pulled over. “We good?”Vittorio didn’t answer. He stepped out, came around, and opened my door. Then without warning, he lifted me into his arms.“Vittorio—what are you doing?” I whispered, startled but clinging to him anyway.“Something I should’ve done a long time ago.”He carried me across the empty road, into a small stone church sitting just beyond the trees. The place looked ancient—quiet, lit by a single lamp over the altar. It smelled like old candles and rain.He set me down in front of the pews, hands still around my waist. His eyes were softer than I’d ever
Katarina’s POV“Holy shit, I’m freezing.”That was the first thing Luce said when she walked through the front doors like she’d just returned from a weekend trip instead of being kidnapped. She was wrapped in a huge coat, hair messy, eyes sharper than ever.“That bastard Mori?” she shouted the second she stepped in. “I swear to God, I’ll gut that son of a bitch myself!”Valentino looked up from the couch, calm as ever. “Well, good morning to you too.”“Don’t ‘good morning’ me,” Luce snapped. “They locked me in a cold room for two days. Two. Days. You know how hard it is to sleep on a floor that smells like bleach?”I just stood there, watching her. She was still herself — fierce, unfiltered, all noise and chaos. But something in her eyes was different this time.Vittorio stepped forward, voice even. “They didn’t hurt you?”“No,” she said, throwing her arms out. “Fed me like I was on vacation. Soup, rice, and those stupid green teas. I almost started liking it before I remembered I was
Katarina’s POV The Next MorningI was heading down the hall when I heard them. Vittorio’s voice — low, sharp — came through the half-open door of the office.“—they never made it back,” he said.I stopped cold.Valentino was pacing. “You’re saying both of them are gone?”“Gone,” Vittorio said flatly. “The maid and the man she met.”My heart kicked. Rosa.I leaned closer to the doorway, careful not to make a sound.“We had someone tail her,” Vittorio continued. “She went straight to an old part of town. A diner near the docks. Sat there like she was waiting for someone. An older man came in, maybe sixty, dressed too clean for the area.”Valentino grunted. “Government type?”“Could be,” Vittorio said. “He sat with her. She handed him the note. He opened it, looked at it once through his glasses.” Vittorio’s voice dropped. “And then both of them dropped dead.”My breath caught.“What?” Valentino said.“They were shot,” Vittorio said. “Two clean bullets. Same time. Long range. Someone w
Katarina’s POV“I don’t like it,” I said, staring at the locked door at the end of the hallway. “Something’s wrong.”Vittorio looked up from the folder he was reading. “What is it little fox?”“The cleaning room,” I said. “That’s where she was. Fiorella — or whatever her name is — she wasn’t just hiding there. She was doing something.”Valentino kicked back in his chair. “What, folding towels suspiciously?”I gave him a look. “She was too calm when you brought her in. Like she knew something we didn’t.”Vittorio’s eyes narrowed slightly. “What are you saying?”“I’m saying,” I said slowly, “she left something behind.”He stared at me for a second, jaw tightening. “You think she planted something?”“Or hid something.” I crossed my arms. “You didn’t see her face when you mentioned the cleaning hallway. She flinched.”Valentino leaned forward. “You sure?”“I’m sure enough to bet your stupid car on it.”That got his attention. He grinned. “Now I’m listening.”Vittorio stood, pacing once. “
Fiorella’s POVI ran. Barefoot, breath cutting through the quiet halls like broken glass.The map was clutched tight against my chest, wrapped in a sheet I’d ripped from the bed to keep it from smearing with blood. Katarina’s blood.Her eyes had gone wide right before I hit her.I didn’t plan it.
Katarina’s POV“Five a.m. and I’m still awake,” I muttered, staring at the ceiling. The room was quiet, but my brain wouldn’t shut up. Every sound—the hum of the AC, the faint ticking of the clock—felt loud. I turned on my side and pressed a hand against my stomach. It was still flat, but I knew
Vittorio’s POV“Sit her down.”Fiorella didn’t fight when the guards pushed her into the chair. Her wrists were tied, ankles too. Her hair was a mess, eyes swollen, face pale but proud. Like she still thought she had a way out.Valentino leaned against the table, arms crossed. “Comfortable?”She sm
Fiorella’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






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