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FRACTURED CONTROL

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Russo's point of view

I sat in my room, the weight of the day pressing down on me like an invisible shroud. The confrontation with Cleopatra had been intense, and while I had maintained control, her words had dug deeper than I cared to admit. The word “pathetic” echoed in my mind like an unwelcome guest.

But as I leaned back in my chair, letting the silence and warmth of the room envelop me, my thoughts were interrupted by the sudden buzz of my phone. The number on the screen made me sigh, it was my grandfather, the Don of our family, the man whose legacy I was meant to carry forward.

I knew why he was calling. The pressure had been mounting for months, and I had done everything to keep the inevitable at bay. But there was only so much I could do before the old man’s patience wore thin.

With a resigned breath, I answered the call. "Nonno," I greeted him, keeping my voice respectful.

“Enzo,” his voice came through the receiver, strong despite his age. There was no warmth in it, only th
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  • The Mafia's Pawn   THE SUDDEN TRIP

    Cleo's POV I swallowed hard, my heart pounding against my ribs. “Then make me,” I whispered. “You can't just tell me to trust you when your action says otherwise.”He reached for my hand, intertwining our fingers. “I will.”I searched his eyes, looking for even the smallest sign of hesitation. But there was none, just pure sincerity.I sighed, my shoulders slumping. “You owe me another date for this.”Russo chuckled, his grip tightening around my hand. “Your wish is my command.”And just like that, the tension in the room faded, even if the doubt still lingered somewhere deep inside me.As I settled onto the bed, running a towel through my damp hair, Russo’s voice broke through the silence, pulling my attention away from my thoughts.“I need to talk to you about something,” he said, sounding unusually serious.I turned to look at him, curiosity piqued. “What’s going on?”He hesitated for a moment before sitting on the edge of the bed, facing me. “I got a call earlier. It’s from work.

  • The Mafia's Pawn   MY HANDS ARE TIED

    Cleo’s POVThe second I stepped inside, I came to an abrupt halt. My entire body went rigid as my gaze landed on Isabelle.She sat comfortably on the couch and the sight of her made me realize how foolish I had been to think the house was now free of her presence. She was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a thin spaghetti-strap top, curled up with a bag of chips as if she didn’t have a care in the world. Isabelle sprang up from the couch, her bag of chips forgotten as she rushed toward us.“Welcome back, Enzo!” she squealed, throwing her arms around his neck.Before I could even process what was happening, she pressed a quick peck to his neck, lingering just a second too long before pulling back with a smirk.“How was your day? And….. did you have enough fun with her?” she asked, her gaze flicking toward me with barely concealed amusement.My entire body went still.“Excuse me?” I took a deliberate step forward, crossing my arms. “Could you please step back a bit?” My voice wa

  • The Mafia's Pawn   OFF THE HOOK

    Cleo's POV I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep until I felt a soft brush of fingers against my cheek.“Cleo.” Russo’s voice was low, gentle, like he was afraid of waking me too suddenly.I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the dim lighting of the private theater. The movie had ended, the screen frozen on the credits.“You dozed off,” he said, amusement tugging at the corners of his lips.I stretched, letting out a small yawn before narrowing my eyes at him. “Maybe you’re just too tired of being cranky all day.”Russo smirked. “Or maybe you just feel safe with me once again.”I scoffed. “Don’t push it.”He chuckled, standing up and stretching before offering me his hand. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”I hesitated for a moment before taking it. His grip was warm, familiar, steady. As he led me out of the theater, a comfortable silence settled between us.Outside, the night air was crisp, carrying the faint hum of the city. The streets weren’t too busy, just a few cars passing by, thei

  • The Mafia's Pawn   YOU'RE SUCH A SHOW-OFF

    Cleo's POV He smirked slightly. “Wouldn’t be the first time neither will it be the last.”That caught me off guard. A laugh bubbled up before I could stop it, and Russo’s expression softened, like he had been waiting for that exact moment.He reached for my hand again, and this time, I let him. “Forgive me?” he murmured.I exhaled, shaking my head at him. “I hate you, Russo.”He grinned. “Is that a yes?”I rolled my eyes. “…Yes, you idiot.”He let out a relieved chuckle before getting up and pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “Thank you, princess.”I sighed dramatically. “You owe me dessert for this.”He smirked. “Done.”And just like that, the tension eased again.Halfway through our meal, a notification dropped on his phone and he excused himself, and I watched him disappear inside the restaurant. I frowned slightly but didn’t overthink it, instead focusing on the city lights twinkling below.A few minutes later, I heard footsteps approaching.I turned—and my breath caught.Russo

  • The Mafia's Pawn   AT THE RESTAURANT

    Cleo's POV The tension that had hung between us for weeks had eased.I wasn’t over everything that had happened, but I couldn’t deny how good it felt to just be here, to have his full attention, to feel like I mattered to him again.Soon, the waiter returned with our meals, placing our plates down with a flourish. The food smelled divine, the steam curling into the night air.Russo glanced at my plate, his lips twitching. “You and pasta.”I shot him a look. “Pasta is elite. You wouldn’t understand.”He chuckled. “You do know there’s a whole steakhouse on the other side of this rooftop, right?”“And yet,” I said, twirling my fork into the creamy truffle pasta, “I have exactly what I want.”Russo shook his head fondly before slicing into his steak.For a while, we ate in comfortable silence, the only sounds between us being the clinking of silverware and the faint music playing in the background. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until I took my first bite, the rich, buttery flavors m

  • The Mafia's Pawn    PRINCESS

    Cleo's POV After leaving the Rage House, Russo drove us to an arcade—one of those massive, neon-lit places filled with flashing lights, loud laughter, and the sounds of games being played. I wasn’t expecting it, but the moment we stepped inside, nostalgia hit me. “You remembered,” I said, glancing at him. His lips quirked up. “How could I forget? You used to drag me here all the time.” A small smile tugged at my lips. I did, back when I couldn't seem to be at peace with myself after locking Aunt Lydia and Ella up. This was before Russo travelled here, before he became so entangled with Isabelle that he was ready to fight for her at anytime. How did everything get so messy? Russo grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the basketball hoops, jerking me out of my lost state. “Alright, let’s see if you’ve still got your magic.” I scoffed. “Please. I always beat you at this, you know that.” “That was long ago,” he challenged, grabbing a ball. “Show me what you’ve got, p

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