Se connecterKira’s POVThe sun burned against my eyelids before I even opened them. My whole body ached like I’d wrestled a ghost in my sleep. I pushed myself up from the chair I’d somehow passed out in… the six-foot-long lounge Adrian always said was too stiff for comfort. Guess he was right.For a few seconds, I just sat there, blinking at the sunlight flooding the room, trying to piece together how I ended up falling asleep here. I hadn’t left the room since Adrian left.He left shortly after threatening to tear the door off its hinges. After everything that happened I’d been too scared to step out of the room. I just stayed locked in until I drifted off.I glanced down and then back at the long chair I’d apparently passed out in. My phone was buried somewhere nearby, and I dug it out, my fingers fumbling.My throat burned. Suddenly, my stomach twisted before my brain could even catch up, a sharp wave rolled through my stomach. I massaged my neck and immediately regretted it… my head pounde
ADRIAN’S POV — The guards bowed as I pushed through the doors. My hand lingered on the handle before I turned to them.“Leave us.”They nodded and disappeared down the hall, I waited till they took the elevator. Trust was a luxury i couldnt afford these days.The room was pitch black and soundproofed — one of my underground safe houses. Every inch of this place was unbuggable, every corner under my control. But lately, even that didn’t feel enough. My patience was thinning.“Well, that was dramatic,” Lorenzo muttered as I stepped inside.Antonio, Romeo, Enzo, and Dead Ted were seated already. Romeo, of course, was perched on the table instead of the chair like the undisciplined bastard he was.Animal.I took my seat at the head of the table. “I’ll keep this short,” I said. I fed them the outline of my meeting with Eliana and why I’d called them here. I flipped open my jacket, while watching their faces shift from curiosity to tension.Romeo groaned. “I’m just gonna say it… this is s
Third Person POVThe phone went dead, and silence filled the narrow alley.A woman stood there, still holding the device to her ear for a moment before slowly lowering it. Across from her, a man leaned lazily against the wall, one boot propped behind him, watching her like someone studying a ticking bomb.“You done?” he asked, voice rough, bored.She ignored him, tucking the phone into her pocket. He pushed off the wall and walked to the mouth of the alley, glancing left and then right to see if they were being followed. The streets beyond were empty — no tails, no shadows, just the distant hum of the city’s nightlife bleeding into the dark.When he returned, she was still standing there, her expression unreadable."Why did you call?"A loud smack echoed as her right palm met his cheek. He turned back to her in a dramatic way with an eyebrow raised. He slowly caressed his jaw and opened his mouth to speak.“What the fuck—” he bellowed but quickly caught wind of their open surroundings
Adrian's POV I stand alone in my black suit, watching the group of mourners from across the cemetery. Gray clouds shroud the sky and light mist echoes my mood from my solitary post beneath the tree.A DAY BEFORE*****"What time is this meeting?""Are you out of your fucking mind Adrian? This is clearly a trap. Remarco just wants to lure you in to finish the job." Antonio's voice blasted through the speakers.If it were anyone else who spoke to me like that, I would have had their tongue cut out, but Antonio was different, and fuck me, he was right. This had ‘trap’ written all over it, but none of it made any iota of sense.Why the hell would they think I killed him? And why would his wife want to meet with me? I met with Vittorio a few weeks ago — we made a truce. Nobody knows that. So why the fuck would I order his hit?"Which is why you and some men will be around if shit goes south."There was a pause before Enzo’s tight voice came through. “I hate to agree, but Antonio’s right.
Adrian’s POVI watched Kira walk away from me, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure what to feel. Amusement? Annoyance? Maybe. But beneath it, something else twisted… something I didn’t want to name.I wasn’t accustomed to being taken advantage of, especially for sex. That was usually my role… to take, to control, to leave them wrecked and grateful for it.Guilt formed like a raised welt under my skin but I smashed, stomped, and squeezed them into my end justifies the means compartment.She was angry that I’d played her like a puppet. I didn’t get it. I never forced her to do a damn thing. I watched her stumble away with keen interest, every movement reminding me she still carried traces of me inside her. The thought alone stirred something deep, dangerous, and I felt my cock harden all over again. I leaned on the wall.She probably expects me to chase after her, apologize, and maybe offer some half-baked explanation on what I didn’t force her to do. Fuck apologies. They’ve never done m
Kira's povAdrian pulled me into his chest, but I pushed back, refusing to be engulfed by his lovely mint cologne. He wouldn’t budge.“Let me go.” It came out muffled as I thrashed under his chest, but he just stayed still, like he wasn’t bothered.“I’m sorry,” he said as he pulled me gently by the shoulders.He didn’t stop there. He slowly lifted my chin slightly with his index finger, forcing me to meet his eyes.Then he apologized again, his voice low and rough. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t realize I’d hurt you this much.”The backs of his fingers brushed against my cheek, catching the stray tears I hadn’t meant to let fall. For a moment, everything around us disappeared — the air, the room, the noise — until it was just his eyes and the sound of my uneven breathing.Then I caught myself. I looked away, focusing on the wrinkle in his shirt, anything to stop the ache building in my chest. I wouldn’t lose myself again."Forgive me,” he murmured. And before I could find the wo
ADRIAN’S POVI sat on the stool watching the security footage, during which one of my trucks was intercepted and replaced with an empty truck.The pasta in front of me tasted bland.My mind flickered back to Kira. She had walked in on me throwing the pan in anger, oblivious to the news I had just r
KIRA’S POVI kept screaming, my legs trembling as his weight pressed down on me, making it harder to breathe. My knees wobbled as I tried to move him, but he was too heavy. The stranger had passed out, his body limp against mine, and blood gushed from a wound or multiple I couldn’t see, soaking int
KIRA’S POV“Fucking hell,” Antonio muttered, lighting a cigarette.I glanced at him briefly before turning in the direction Adrian had gone. A million questions ran through my mind—was I supposed to live here permanently? And I also needed to get Aunt Linda here somehow. With those thoughts swirlin
KIRA’S POV The next day, instead of staying in my room until Dead Ted came to drag me off to training… like I usually would, I decided to take a walk around the mansion. I was careful, though. No wandering into any unfamiliar or eerie places. The last time I’d done that, I had stumbled on Adrian t







