Rafael’s POVI hadn’t felt this level of unease in years. Maybe ever. I was used to control and to power and making the world bend to my will. But as I stood outside Isabella’s hospital room waiting for the doctor to explain what the fuck was wrong, I felt something I didn’t recognize. It felt like Impatience and frustration at the same time. A slow and creeping kind of fear that clawed at my chest like a beast ready to rip me open from the inside out. Adriana’s words still rang in my ears haunting me with their sharpness. "If my daughter dies because of you, I will never forgive you. I will become a nightmare you never saw coming."She had been in complete hysteria, screaming at me with a kind of rage only a mother could summon in the face of her child’s suffering. I had glared at her l furious that she was blaming me, and furious that she thought I wouldn’t do everything in my power to protect Isabella. But she wouldn’t stop. She kept yelling her voice cracking and her body trem
Adriana’s POVA slow and creeping awareness seeped back into my body pulling me from unconsciousness. My eyelids feel heavy as if weighted and as though I had been asleep for years instead of what I assumed had been mere hours. A dull ache pressed against my temples and my throat burned all dry and raw. I inhaled sharply, the sterile scent of antiseptic filling my nose and my stomach twisted violently. Panic settled into my chest like a vice remembering what had brought me here and how I had lost consciousness in the first place. Isabella. My eyes fluttered open and I immediately tried to sit up but a sharp sting shot through my arm. I gasped, looking down to see an IV needle taped to my hand and the last remnants of fluid dripping into my bloodstream. My body felt weak and drainrd as if I had been wrung out completely. I turned my head toward the door just as it was pushed open with a sharp creak. And Rafael stepped inside. With the white background, he looks like a fallen dark
Adriana’s POVThe hours passed like a slow And torturous drip of water with the silence of the room pressing in on me until it felt like I was suffocating. After Rafael left, the room was locked tight and the oppressivv stillness settled over me like a second skin. There were no windows and no way to tell if it was day or night just the sterile scent of the clinic and the weight of the decision I had just made crashing over me again and again. I paced the floor until my legs threatened to give out. I sat in the corner, pulled my knees to my chest and stared at nothing but all I could see was Isabella’s small body on that screen. I replayed Rafael’s cold and unforgiving eyes, the way he uttered those words like he hadn’t just stolen my soul with them. But more than anything, it was the helplessness that consumed me. I had signed myself away and shackled to the devil himseld for the faint promise that my daughter might live. The silence in the room felt like punishment. Each tick of
Rafael’s POVThe meeting was held in the heart of Sicily, in the kind of estate that old legends whispered about named the Villa di Sangue. It s a fortress masquerading as a mansion where the very walls seemed to hum with the history of blood, loyalty and power. It was inside this grand and intimidating structure that the monthly gatherings of the Brotherhood takes place. Men who could bring nations to their knees sat around the table, men who owned entire cities, commanded armies from the shadows and pulled the strings behind governments.We were seated at a long mahogany table. Each chair was filled by men who carried entire legacies on their shoulders starting from Luca who was silent but sharp eyed then Vincent who is stoic as ever with his arms crossed with that air of restrained violence then Enzo who was leaning forward slightly like a predator ready to pounce, his impatience thinly veiled under a smirk and lastly me. There was no mistaking it. I commanded my own space the mo
Adriana’s POVI don’t know how long I stayed curled up next to Isabella before the sterile scent of the room became unbearable mixing with the sharp sting of disinfectants and my own growing dread. Her hand was still so small in mine, her heartbeat steady but weak beneath the weight of the monitors. Why isn’t she have to be awake already? I needed answers. I needed to know how she truly was. And I needed to face Rafael to her most of the answers. The man has already collected my life and I’m just realizing I didn’t fucking read the contract. Anything and I mean anything could be there. Reluctantly, I peeled myself away from her while tucking the blanket tighter around her fragile form. I pressed a kiss to her forehead, whispering a silent promise against her clammy skin. I really cannot watch her like this even though the machines are beeping. When I stepped out of the room the hallway outside was empty save for two guards stationed near the end. I didn’t know whether they were the
Adriana’s POVI barely noticed Nathan trailing behind me as I hurried back through the maze of hallways on my own this time around. Maybe he trusts that I won’t be stupid to run away with my daughter still unconscious. My feet moved on their own while my head pounded with Rafael’s voice echoing through it.Those words gnawed at me like teeth sinking into fleshy and poisoning every thought. But I didn’t care about his threats right now. I just needed to get back to my daughter and hear her heartbeat all over the room. That is the only freaking thing that is making me stable on my feet. Nothing else. When I reached the room again the sterile air hit me harder than before. That sharp antiseptic scent clung to my nose and throat as I pushed open the door. The faint rhythmic beeping from the ECG machine welcomed me with each beat reminding me that she was still alive and still fighting to come back to me. She would never abandon me, I know that.Isabella lay there like a porcelain doll al
Rafael’s POVI leaned back in the leather chair behind my desk, staring through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my study. The morning light poured in, slashing long shadows across the marble floor, but it did nothing to thaw the ice running through my veins. The documents scattered before me were a blur. My mind wasn’t on business. No, it was on Adriana.Ever since she barged back into my life again I couldn’t shake her. The way her eyes burned when she signed herself to me last night and the storm she tried to bury beneath layers of defiance. But I saw through it. I saw the cracks. Someone had broken her and this time, it wasn’t me. It was Marco.I exhaled slowly while lifting two fingers to signal to Anna who stood quietly by the door. The only woman I’ve tolerated in this mansion besides Nathan. Usually, she fills the silence with harmless chatter but today? Today, she stayed quiet and stiff for reasons I don’t bother asking. Finally some peace and wuiet. “Tell her I expect her fo
Adriana’s POVI sat on the edge of the bed staring at the cracked ceiling like it might offer some kind of escape. The room was too quiet and too still and it pressed on my chest like a weight. My stomach growled but I ignored it. Hunger was nothing compared to what I felt since signing that damn contract. I feel a little better when Isabella opened her eyes earlier but then went back to sleep. The doctors said she’d make a good recovery and I’ll have to take their words for it. Anna’s soft knock came too soon. She stepped inside with eyes kind but careful like she was walking on glass. I don’t understand her new kindness but I can’t complain either. “Mr. Romano expects you for breakfast” She said looking around the room and sniffing. Of course she is trying to see who was smelling. It’s me and I don’t give a damn.“Tell him I’m not hungry.” I scoffed turning my face away. Now he thinks he can invite me for stupid breakfast? “He insists.” Anna lingered with her lips pressing into a
Rafael’s POVI froze bevause i hadn’t been hugged in years maybe. Not like that and not by someone who just wanted to with no motive behind it. I stood stiffly for a second then let myself relax just enough to wrap my arms back around her gently and careful not to ruin whatever joy she was carrying.She pulled back just as quickly and ran out of the room, light as a breeze as if she hadn’t just knocked the air out of my lungs. There was something about that hug that I want to relive every moment of. I stared at the door for a long time after Isabella had left still feeling her arms around me. And as I stood there oddly still my eyes drifted again to the pink comb she’d forgotten on the edge of the piano. I picked it up, turning it over between my fingers, wondering why it felt like more than just a comb. Maybe it was nothing. Or maybe it was something strange and dangerous blooming inside me anx some part of me that wanted to protect that girl with the midnight hair and bright eyes
Rafael’s POVI’d been walking around the estate with Nathan and Anthony since early morning just making sure everything was exactly the way it should be. I didn’t leave things to chance. Not when the ball was only hours away and not when we had certain names on our guest list. The staff were working fast as the grand chandelier had already been cleaned twice and the crystal was gleaming like it was made of stars. White lilies and deep red roses lined the hallways. Tables were being arranged under the guidance of a tight faced event planner who reminded me of a military commander more than anything else. Everything was moving and everyone was exactly where they should be. There is going to be an after party here after I have been announced the new capo dei capi in Romano’s mansion. Nathan had a clipboard in his hand (of course he did) and he was flipping through checklists like the paper offended him. He was muttering about caterers being late last year and how if that happened agai
Adriana’s POVThe heavy clock on the wall chimed then once, twice, three times and the realization hit me. The ball was tonight.In just a few short hours, I would be expected to transform from whatever battered version of myself still remained into something dazzling enough to pass inspection under a hundred cold curious eyes. I was expected to glide into that ballroom as if I belonged there, as if my heart wasn’t still in pieces beneath my ribs and as if I hadn’t once loved a man who had chosen ambition and betrayal over me.My fingers curled slightly at my sides, nails digging into the soft flesh of my palms. The old fear, the old shame, tried to rise in me but I pushed it down with a force that surprised even myself. Tonight, I would not give them the satisfaction of seeing me bleed.Without another word, I turned on my heel and left the room with the hem of my robe following against the floor, my head held high even as my stomach twisted itself into tighter and tighter knots.T
Adriana’s POVThe house seemed to shift the moment Madame Corvina arrived. I felt it before I heard the first sharp clicks of her heels on the marble. Even the light filtering through the tall windows seemed harsher somehow slicing into the room like a blade, picking out every flaw and every imperfection. I didn’t give a damn thiugh. Anna was already there as usual witj her arms folded neatly across her chest and a slight smile playing at the corner of her mouth like she was anticipating a show. She didn’t look at me but shedidn’t need to. Her satisfaction filled the room like a perfume. The doors opened wide with a low groan and there she was. Madame Corvina entered into the room like a storm iwth her black dress flowing behind her. She was taller than I expected with sharp cheekbones that could have been carved from stone and eyes so dark they seemed to devour the light around them. Her hair was pinned back in an intricate coil, not a single strand out of place and around her nec
Adriana’s POVAfter Anna's interruption there was no peace left. The sense of waiting wrapped itself around me tighter each minute stretching longer than the last and i couldn’t sit still. I couldn't bear the thought of waiting in silence, trapped inside my own restless skin. I slipped out of Isabella’s room and wandered aimlessly letting my feet carry me down the familiar hallways until the rich amd warm scent of coffee lured me toward the kitchen like a thread pulling me forward.The kitchen wasn’t empty, of course and i guess Nothing in this house ever was. Anthony stood by the window staring out into the gardens with an expression I couldn’t quite read. The morning light cut across his profile throwing half his face into shadow and the line of his jaw sharp amd the tension in his shoulders obvious even from across the room. He turned when he heard my footsteps, his mouth tugging into that crooked easy smile he wore like armor."Trouble sleeping, princess?" He teased lightly bu
Adriana’s POVThe bed felt too big without him as I stirred in the tangled sheets that has his scent lingering still clinging to the air. For a while i just lay there staring up at the molding on the ceiling feeling the weight of reality settle over my bare skin. The light had shifted since I’d first opened my eyes growing brighter and demanding slipping through the curtains. A sigh left me as I pushed myself up on one elbow. The sheet fell away from my chest and a shiver ran through me despite the warmth of the morning. The marks he left on my skin with his hands and his mouth and his teeth felt like they were still there. Like a proof of how easily we slipped back into each other’s orbitsno matter how wrong we both knew is was.Dragging the sheet around me, I climbed out of bed my bare feet brushing the cold floor. I padded softly across the room the hem of the mattress trailing behind me and pulled aside the curtain just enough to peer down into the courtyard. The glass was cool
Rafael’s POVThe way she said it wasn't accusation and it wasn’t even sadness. Just that quiet, gutting kind of acceptance she’d perfected over the years. I didn’t answer right away. Just turned away and pulled on a pair of black slacks the fabric stiff against my skin like it doesn’t want to go too. Buttoned up a crisp white shirt with the collar biting into my neck.“Big day. You should sleep in.” I said in a low voice because I’d rather be with her in bed than go out. She propped herself up on one elbow with the sheet falling just enough to reveal the slope of one breast and the shadows of the bruises I’d left. Not from cruelty but sheer need. From knowing this might be the last time because what she would see later might change everything.“You’ll be back before the ceremony?” She asked her voice quieter now. Something unspoken tangled between the words.“Of course.” I turned to her buttoning the last of my cuffs and eyes met.She smiled then and it was small and tired maybe a li
Rafael’s POVThe light was soft slipping through the sheer curtains like a whisper that didn’t dare disturb what had happened here. The air was heavy with heat and thick with the scent of sex and mine. Adriana. It clung to the walls soaked into the sheets and into my skin.Her hair was spread across the pillow like fire and red waves tangled from hours of reckless brutal need. The kind that left bruises in places only lovers knew. The kind that stripped you down to bone and nerve and memory. I was sitting at the edge of the bed, shirtless, spine hunched and sweat drying on my skin in sticky trails. My cock still throbbed from how deep I’d been inside herm and how hard I had pounded into her like she was the only thing keeping me sane. Like I wanted to punish her and claim her all in the same goddamn breath. I looked over my shoulder unable not to. She was on her side with her face turned toward me and lips parted just slightly like she’d been about to say my name in her sleep and lo
Adriana’s POVThe night air licked across my skin. My nipples hardened as his gaze dropped like a curse had been cast. And then I moved. One hand on his chest and the other on the back of his neck. I started to roll my hips, slow and dirty the way I used to back when his mattress was on the floor and the world was nothing but broken promises and our sweaty skin under fluorescent lights. I knew exactly how to move and how to make his breathing shift and how to feel the stiff line of his cock grinding between us and press down just right. He let me take control and let me perform like I used to, back when love was reckless and money was just a dream. His grip landed on my hips alk hard and possessive, holding me in place as I moved. Not guiding me but just anchoring me. And he gripped me so tight I knew there’d be bruises tomorrow and i wanted them. I wanted to look in the mirror and see him everhwrre.He didn’t say anything at first. Just stared like I’d risen out of a ghost story. L