LOGINVicenzo’s POV
“What in the living hell are you doing here?”
The room was completely lit up now and i could see how terrified she was even though she was trying so hard to hide it.
“You know, your fingers curl up swiftly when you are terrified…”
“Shut the fuck up, Vicenzo! How did you even get a key into my house?”
She sounded cery mean through her gritted teeth. This was the first tike i have ever seen her this angry at me. I know i was supposed to be feeling bad but she looked really pretty and if was difficult to comprehend.
“Vicenzo? That name has not left your lips since you knew me and for your key, how quick ar eyou ti forget that we are dating?”
“Were, you mean. I am done with you and whatever we had. Get out.”
She moved closer to me, pulling me out of the seat and even though it was not working, she was determined to pull me out of the chair.
“Look, i am sorry, Rose, it was never my intention to hurt you, i let my libodo get the best of me.”
“Your libodo? You-“
I could see the tears in her eyes forming massively. She was never supposed to find out this way, now i feel bad for treating her this way. She was a good girl and does not deserve to be hurt especially not by me.
“I am sorry Rose. Please, forgive me. I love you si much, i do not want to end things with you. I want us so bad. You complete me, we are made for each other.”
The tears started rolling down her cheeks and it made me feel more remorse.
“I cannot forgive you Vicenzo, and before you forget, you did not just cheat on me with some random girl from the club or something, you cheated on me with your whore mother.”
My teeth grinded when i heard the last part of het sentence. My eyes reddened and i was furious. I pushed her into the couch and slammed her onto it.
“Don’t you ever in your life talk about my mother in thar manner.”
She sniffed and squeezed her face.
“You mother fucker, am i that thin that you enjoy tossing me around like a ball? And am i wrong? Your mother is nothing but a horny bas-“
I did not let her finish before landing a heavy slap on her cheeks and putting the silver gun close to her face.
She gasped, her face turning tomato red and the tears running down massively.
“You-you ju-just slapped me, Vicenzo! I am reporting you to the police.”
Her voice was breaking and she was choking on her sentence. She attempted to stand up but i pulled her back and placed the gun back to her face.
“You know with the power i have, the police is useless to you. So better listen to me carefully.”
I placed the gun closer to her face, our eyes maintaining dead eye contact.
“If i hear about what you saw between my mother and i from anybody, you are dead. This is not a threat, it is a warning.”
“Fuck you, Vicenzo!”
“Are you horny or you are spitballing because it cannot be me that you are talking ti like that.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are? Get the fuck out of my house!”
She yelled at me and spat in my face.
“I am pretty sure you got the message. Tell and you are dead meat.”
I hissed at her and left her house.
Rose has never seen me with a gun before, so i am sure she was shaken and it was a good thing, at least to keep her in my radar.
“Where have you been all night?”
I was welcomed back by my mother, Alessia who was sitting naked on my bed.
“I went for a walk…”
“Shut up! How many times do i need to telk you that i am your mother and lying to me would not make any sense? Plus have you forgotten that i have your lovation always pinned in my phone? ”
I rolled my eyes. Even though j was eating her ass, i still respected her fully as my mother.
“I am sorry for lying. I went to see Rose.”
“See her why?”
“To shut her up. We do not need her telling anyone about what is going on between us.”
“Hmm, i think it is better you get back together to her. You have to be close to the devil. She is the devil.”
“I do not think that is a good idea mom.”
“Stop defiling my words, Vicy. Do as i say.”
“Okay mom.”
“Good boy. Now come and suck your mommy’s pussy, you deserve a treat for being a good boy.”
I dropped everything j was holding and fell down on my knees in front of her.
I put her legs on my bulky shoulders and started eating her out, allowing all her juices to pour into my mouth.
She said very nice and smelt like Heaven.
I used my tongue to wiggle her clitoris and tomgue fuck her, making her moan hardly and grab my head, put it deeper inside of her.
“I love the way you eat it.”
“What can i say? I am starving!”
I inserted two fingers into her vagina, curling them swiftly and sucking on her clitoris.
“You are gonna make me cum, baby.”
“Cum in my mouth, mama.”
I increased the pace of my tongue and finger work, making her tighten her leg around my shoulders and breathe heavily.
“Yes, just like that!”
“Please, stop, i cannot take it anymore.”
“No mom, you always taught me to finish my food, no matter what.”
I smiled and breathe on her vagina, spreading her legs further and inserting another finger into ger. I continued fingering her till she cummed on my fingers, her juices filling my mouth, hand and bed.
“Knock knock!”
The loud knock on the door interrupted us and she curled into the other side of the bed.
Rose POVThe café lights reflected warmly on the table as I stirred my coffee absentmindedly, a soft smile tugging at my lips. Diana sat across from me, leaning forward with her elbows on the table, watching me closely. I couldn’t hide the way my thoughts kept circling back to Luther—the man who had turned my life upside down in ways I hadn’t expected.“You’re glowing,” Diana teased, narrowing her eyes knowingly. “Don’t even try to deny it. You’ve been thinking about him again.”I laughed softly, though I didn’t deny it. “Maybe I have. I don’t know, Diana… it’s different with him. He makes me feel… alive. Protected.”Her smile faltered, replaced with something colder. “Rose, you need to stop this fantasy before it ruins you. You think Luther is any better than Vicenzo? They’re cut from the same cloth.”Her words cut deep. My smile faded, and I set my spoon down with a quiet clink. “That’s not true. Luther isn’t Vicenzo. Don’t compare them.”Diana leaned back, crossing her arms. “Then
Luther POVThe night air was calm, almost too calm. I sat back on the veranda, the weight of the cigar burning between my fingers, smoke curling lazily into the evening sky. The glass of whiskey beside me glowed faintly under the warm light, the amber liquid swirling every time I lifted it for a sip.Moments like these were rare—moments when I could breathe, when the chaos didn’t come crashing down on me. But I knew better. In this world, peace was nothing but the silence before a storm.And right on cue, my phone vibrated against the wooden table. I glanced at the screen and couldn’t help the smirk that pulled at my lips.Vicenzo Conti.I took the call. “Vicenzo,” I greeted smoothly.“Luther,” his voice was hard, deliberate. He wasn’t in the mood for games. “I’m ready to make my payment. I know you have my shipment… and my men. I want them back.”I leaned forward, resting my elbow on the armrest, savoring his desperation. “Finally. Took you long enough. I was starting to think you’d
David’s POVThe sound of his footsteps announced him before the door creaked open. My older brother—Vicenzo—stood there, shoulders squared, jaw tight, eyes carrying that restless fire that never seemed to die.“I’m ready,” he said.The words dropped like lead between us.I leaned back in my chair, crossing one leg over the other as if he hadn’t just come demanding truths. My room smelled faintly of tobacco and leather-bound books, my haven, my retreat from his chaos. I let the silence stretch, watching his impatience grow like smoke choking a fire.“Ready?” I echoed at last, a soft smile tugging at my lips. “Ready for what, brother?”He stepped closer, the veins in his neck straining. “I’m ready to know who has the shipment.”Ah. So that was it. His pride had finally bent far enough to seek my help. I folded my hands over my knee, enjoying the moment.“And if I tell you?” I asked lazily. “What then? You’ll rush out there, guns blazing, and end up bleeding for cargo that might already
Vicenzo’s POVThe man trembled on his knees, blood still dripping from the half-bandaged wound on his side. His breathing was ragged, but his eyes held a kind of loyalty I hadn’t seen in a while—not the empty loyalty bought with fear, but the kind born of desperation and belonging.“Get him cleaned up,” I said after a long silence, my voice sharp enough that the guards jumped at the order. “He was one of our best men before all this. I don’t want him rotting away like trash. See that he eats. He’ll talk better with strength in his body.”The man looked up at me, surprise flashing across his battered face. “Thank you, Boss,” he whispered, as though those words cost him his last breath.I gave him a curt nod, then added, “And when he’s patched up, bring him to me. Alone. I’ll hear everything.”He was dragged out, and I stood in the silence again, my chest rising and falling with the rage that burned steadily. My mother watched me, swirling the wine in her glass.“You’re being merciful,”
Vicenzo’s POVAfter David left, silence stretched in the room. I leaned back against the desk, my arms folded, and my mother stood across from me, her glass of wine in hand. For a long moment, we just stared at each other.She was the first to break it.“Why is he back?” Alessia’s tone was flat, but beneath it lay the cold steel I knew too well.I rubbed at my jaw. “He claims he has information to exchange for money.”Her laugh was sharp, dry. “Information? And here I thought he wanted nothing to do with our world. He despised our money.”“He said it wasn’t the dirty money he wanted,” I replied, repeating David’s exact words with a bitter taste in my mouth. “He says he only has something to sell. Not to take.”I could see the twist of her mouth, the way her expression soured as though even David’s name was rot. Truth be told, I didn’t like him either. He opposed everything we did, always standing higher than us in his self-righteousness. And somewhere deep down, I knew he secretly enj
Alessia’s POVThe murmur of voices drifted faintly down the hallway, threading its way through the heavy silence of the house. I had been pouring myself a glass of wine in the sitting room, but the sound made me pause. Vicenzo’s tone was distinct—deep, controlled, carrying that casual arrogance that came so naturally to him. Yet there was another voice, one that stirred something sharper inside me.I moved quietly, my heels clicking against the marble with deliberate precision. As I drew closer to the study, the voices grew clearer. And then, as if fate itself had turned the knife deeper, I recognized it.David.My eldest. The son who had turned his back on me, on this family, on everything that bound us together. The son who thought himself above the dirt that fed us, above the blood that kept us alive. My lips pressed into a thin line as an old ache, half-buried beneath years of bitterness, surfaced.I opened the door.There he was. My long-lost boy. Not bent to my will the way Vice







