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’s POVThe atmosphere felt different lately..peaceful in a way I hadn’t experienced for a long time. It had been a few days since Marylin left Luther’s apartment, and honestly, it felt like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. The place finally felt like home… or at least something close to it. I could breathe, laugh, and not worry about someone glaring at me from the other side of the table.That morning, I was in the dining area having breakfast…toast, eggs, and a cup of coffee. The sun slipped through the large glass windows, painting warm gold across the marble floor. I had my hair tied in a messy bun and wore one of Luther’s shirts that almost reached my knees. It still smelled like him..dark, musky, and somehow comforting.I had just taken a sip of my coffee when I heard footsteps descending the stairs. My eyes lifted, and there he was.Luther Lombardi, my complicated man, dressed in dark sweatpants and a black shirt that hugged his body perfectly. His hair was sl
Luther POVThe moment I walked into the living room and saw the two of them standing opposite each other, I knew something was about to explode. The air was thick… heavy with that quiet kind of war women wage with their eyes long before words even start flying. Rose stood her ground, her jaw tight, while Marylin’s smirk told me she was enjoying every second of it.I paused at the doorway for a second, letting the silence stretch before I spoke. “What’s going on here?”My tone was calm, but sharp enough to slice through the tension in the air. Both of them turned. Rose’s eyes met mine for just a moment… there was a flicker of relief there, but she didn’t say a word. Instead, she turned around and walked past me without looking back. The faint scent of her perfume trailed after her, light and faintly sweet.Marylin, on the other hand, stood still. Her expression didn’t falter. If anything, she looked amused.I sighed quietly and ran a hand over my jaw. “You want to explain?”She gave a
Rose POVThe first thing that hit me when I opened my eyes was the smell of food… warm, rich, comforting. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. The soft sheets, the quiet hum of the air conditioner, the faint scent of expensive cologne… none of it felt familiar.Then the memories came rushing back… the attack, the panic, the pain, Luther’s arms around me, the sound of his voice telling me I was safe.Safe. That word sounded foreign to me.I turned my head and saw a tray on the nightstand. Bread, omelette, orange juice… simple, but neatly arranged. I didn’t wait to think; I was starving. The first bite melted in my mouth, and before I knew it, I’d eaten half the plate. For the first time since yesterday, I felt a small sliver of calm.Still, the silence of the room pressed on me. Everything here screamed luxury… the velvet curtains, the gold-trimmed mirror, the faint sparkle of marble floors that peeked from under the rug. Luther’s house. I had never imagined I’d be inside his world
Luther POVThe night was quiet, or at least it had been. I sat across from Marylin in the lounge, the faint glow of amber whiskey in her glass catching the dim chandelier light. She crossed her legs deliberately, always too calculated with her movements.She was talking about something about the deal in Barcelona, about how she thought I should push harder on the Conti cartel’s weak link. I nodded absently, my mind only half in the conversation.The sharp creak of the door cut through her words. Marco stepped in, his face pale, urgency written in every line of it.“Boss,” he said, voice low but pressing. “We’ve got a situation. Rose’s house..it’s being broken into.”My chair scraped against the marble before he’d even finished. My blood turned to fire. Rose.I stood, but Marylin’s hand shot out, her long nails grazing my wrist. “Are you serious right now?” she said, her voice laced with disbelief. “You’re about to run off—again—for a woman who doesn’t belong in our world?”Her eyes nar
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







