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Katarina’s POVI didn’t know how long I lay there. Pinned. Shaking. Breathing like I’d just outrun a war.Vittorio was still inside me. Still hard. Still holding me down like I was the only thing anchoring him to this world.And I didn’t want him to let go.His mouth brushed my ear, breath heavy and warm. “I’m not done with you.”I whimpered. “I don’t think I can move.”He bit my shoulder—just enough to sting. “Good. You’re not allowed to.”His hand slid down my spine, fingers tracing the curve of my ass. He gripped me there, firm, claiming. I gasped.“You’re mine, bambina,” he growled. “Not because I said so. But because your whole body fucking knows it.”I moaned. That sound didn’t even feel human.He pulled out slow, and I whimpered at the loss—already empty without him. He chuckled darkly.“You’re dripping. Look at you,” he murmured, dragging his fingers along my inner thighs. “Fucking ruined already... and I haven’t even started.”He flipped me over effortless.I yelped, now f
Katarina’s POV At Vittorio Elite VillaI woke up aching. Not just sore—burning.My thighs were damp. My skin buzzed. My heartbeat thudded like I’d been running. Or dreaming. The kind of dream that left you panting and reaching for something that wasn’t there.Him.Vittorio.I’d dreamt of his mouth, of his hands, of the way he looked when he claimed me back in that hospital—violence in his eyes, hunger in his kiss. I dreamt of being tucked under his arms, trembling, with blood on his shirt and me moaning like I was the one being hunted.And now I was flushed. Horny. Fucked up.There was a dull throb between my legs. My body remembered even when my brain couldn’t.I sat up slowly, dragging the silk robe tighter around me. It clung to my skin, and only then did I realize—nothing underneath. Just me. Bare. I glanced down. A thin IV port still taped to my hand, half pulled, barely hanging. No pain, just a ghost of what they’d done.This wasn’t the hospital anymore.This was Vittorio’s roo
Giordano’s POV“Move the damn veil to the left—do I look like I want my mother thinking I’m marrying a damn scarecrow?”The villa smelled like sweat, roses, and too much fucking money.Dressmakers swarmed the east wing like bees. Steam hissed from irons, scissors clicked, lace floated through the air like spider silk. White everywhere—veils, candles, petals on the goddamn marble. Even the fountain had been drained and filled with lilies.“Watch the hem!” I barked at the tailor, nearly spilling my espresso. “I said floor-length, not funeral.”Servants jumped. One dropped a tray.“Pick it up. And if it happens again, I’ll have your fingers sent to the cake designer.”My voice echoed through the hall like a blade. My wedding was tomorrow. The Virgin Bride. The Holy Union. The Rebirth of the Giordano name.And not one fucking thing was going right.I was adjusting my cufflinks when I heard tires screech outside. Not the slow roll of an expected guest. A whip-sharp, dirt-kicking stop.I tu
Katarina’s POVThe world was soft and spinning.I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming or dying, but the arms carrying me felt like home. Strong. Solid. Warm. My head was tucked against a bare chest that smelled like sandalwood and something darker—like danger and blood.I blinked slowly. The lights above me blurred. A hallway? Was I still in that nightmare lab?No. The ceiling wasn’t buzzing. No needles. No voices whispering commands.Just him.A man.Vittorio?My eyes slipped shut again.When I opened them next, we were outside. The air was colder, cleaner. Trees above us. Car doors slamming. Someone cursing softly.Another man?I blinked harder and caught sight of him through the haze—he looked like Vittorio but leaner. Same sharp cheekbones. Same mouth. Same hands. But he moved differently. Looser. More like smoke than fire.Two Vittorios.What the actual hell?I tried to speak, but my mouth was full of sand. My tongue didn’t move right. Everything hurt.“I think I saw her... Selena. In
Vittorio POV Operation: Save KatarinaThe first man begged. The second didn’t have time.The safehouse basement smelled like sweat and rubber gloves. Metal trays clinked softly. The twin assistants—one blond and shaky, the other cocky and silent—were tied to metal chairs, wrists duct-taped, mouths gagged.“They’re not killers,” Valentino said, rolling his sleeves. “Just smart enough to work for one.”I didn’t answer. I just nodded at Toma, the underground surgeon.“You got the faces?” I asked.He held up two silicone masks, perfect copies. Every line. Every wrinkle. Down to the pores. “Fresh and ready. You sure you want to do this? These two don’t look like much.”“I don’t need them to be much,” I said. “I need them dead.”Val shoved a rag into the blond one’s mouth.“I’ll make it quick,” he whispered.It wasn’t. The metal table was cold beneath the dead assistant’s body. Blood soaked through his lab coat. His ID badge dangled from my hand. Valentino stood behind me, arms crossed,
Selena POVThe first time Ryder showed me Katarina’s father, I couldn’t handle it.I’d walked into that dark room thinking I was tough, thinking I could stomach whatever truth he had waiting. But I hadn’t expected to see that man tied to a chair, mouth duct-taped, bruises blooming across his face like rot. I didn’t expect the guilt. The disgust. The raw hatred that burned in my gut like acid.I ran.I left without looking back.Went home. Locked my doors. Sat in the shower for an hour until the water went cold. Tried to make sense of what I’d seen, but none of it made sense. None of it felt real.But the next day, when Lucas told me to sit tight again, to wait until he “got clearance,” I cracked.Kat was still missing. Lucas was spinning in circles. And I—I had seen a key chained to a damn chair, and I left him there.So, I made a decision.I was going to finish what I started.It took me three days to bring Ryder back. Three days since I’d triggered Liam again. Three days since I fo