LOGINAfter meeting my room scattered was tempted to tell Luther about this, but I didn’t need his help
But deep down I really felt being under his shoulder. “Cause I want you, you’ve been there all night “ drunk in love by Beyoncé rang out from my phone as I took my time trying to reach out to my phone, it was Diana. “Hello Diana” I called out my voice hardly audible. “Hey girl, how you doing , sorry about last time , I’ll see you soon in 30 min” she said as I hung up at least now I didn’t need to explain everything over the phone. The doorbell rang severally as I lazily dragged my feet. “Oh my god rose, did you sleep with your make up on ?” She said out to me as I dragged my body to bed. Why does this place look a mess ? She added Someone broke into my home ,I think it one of Vicenzo people or something . “And why would they do that?” “Vicenzo wants me back” “Mmmhh……..” she mumbled dryly as she made way to pour herself a glass of wine. “I’m thinking of calling the cops on this” “Don’t you know you would putting them in trouble, since you know who did it just change the locks then” she added as she took a large gulp from the drink. “I didn’t exactly say it Vicenzo,” “Now that weird, you don’t need to call on cops , just talk to Vicenzo” she added as she poured herself another glass of wine. “Let me help you tidy up this place” she said as she carefully arranged the room just exactly as it was. “How is Luther Lombardi “ she said calling the name like it wasn’t new like she was already used to it. “I don’t want to talk about him “ I said as I curled into my sheets Diana turned slowly from the window, wine glass in hand, raising a brow. “Why? What happened?” I didn’t respond right away. My throat tightened, and my eyes flicked to the mess we’d only half-cleaned. The air still felt heavy, like whoever had ransacked the place left something behindmore than just chaos. They’d left questions. Doubts. And worst of all. feelings. Diana sat on the edge of the bed, swirling her wine. “Rose…” I sighed, staring up at the ceiling. “I saw him,” I whispered. “Saw who?” she asked, though I could hear in her voice she already knew. “Luther. I saw him... kissing another girl.” The words tasted sour, bitter even now. She blinked. “You what?” I finally looked at her. “Outside the club. Her name’s Marilyn or something.” Diana’s jaw clenched as she put the glass down a little harder than she needed to. “And you’re still lying here pining over him? Rose, come on. That man doesn’t deserve your silence, let alone your loyalty.” “I didn’t say I was pining—” “You didn’t have to!” she snapped. “You’re curled up in bed like someone ripped your heart out and danced on it.” I sat up slowly, defensively. “It wasn’t what it looked like.” She scoffed. “Oh, babe. Don’t.” “I mean it,” I insisted. “I saw the way he pulled away from her after. He looked... surprised. Like he didn’t want it.” Diana folded her arms, eyes sharp. “So she forced him?” I hesitated. “Well? Did you see her force him?” “No… I just saw the kiss.” “Exactly,” she said flatly. “You saw the kiss. And you believed his excuse?” “I didn’t say I believed anything,” I muttered, but it sounded weak—even to me. Diana stood, shaking her head in disbelief. “Rose, listen to me—and listen good. You’re not stupid, okay? I know you want to think there’s more to him. That under all that danger and darkness, there’s a heart that beats just for you.” I swallowed hard, already regretting where this was heading. “But men like Luther Lombardi? They choose who they want. They don’t get surprised by kisses. They don’t get caught off guard unless they let it happen.” Her words hit harder than I expected. “And if he really wanted you—only you—he wouldn’t be outside locking lips with Marilyn or anyone else.” Silence filled the room for a moment. I hugged my knees to my chest. “You think I should leave him?” She looked at me, eyes softening just a bit. “I think you deserve someone who doesn’t make you doubt yourself. Someone who doesn't put you in a position where you're explaining away things you know hurt you.” I looked away. But deep down, I knew she was right. Still… why did my heart ache like it didn’t care? Diana was pacing now, barefoot on the cold tile, her wine glass long empty, her words sharper than before. “You need to let him go, Rose. I’m serious. Cut ties with that man before he drags you deeper into whatever hell he’s living in.” I sat on the edge of the bed, watching her. Confused. Silent. And a little… uneasy. “I get it,” she continued, gesturing with one hand. “You think there’s something special between you two. That somehow you're different. That you can change him. But people like Luther? They don’t change. They just ruin everything they touch.” Her voice cracked slightly on that last word. Something twisted in my chest. “You’re acting like he betrayed you, Diana,” I murmured, half to myself. She didn’t notice—or maybe she chose not to. She just kept talking. “He kissed someone else, Rose. That should be enough for you. You deserve better.” Her frustration was so intense, it clung to the walls. Tangible. Bitter. And something about it didn’t sit right. Why is she more hurt than me? I thought. Why is she angrier about this than she was when Vicenzo cheated? I watched her refill her glass again, hands trembling slightly. She was unraveling—and it wasn’t just about Luther. Diana was pacing now, barefoot across the cold tile, her wine glass clutched like a lifeline. Her voice had turned sharper with each word, slicing through the air between us. “You need to let him go, Rose. I’m serious. Walk away from that man before he takes whatever's left of your peace.” I sat quietly on the edge of the bed, watching her. Confused. Tired. And now… suspicious. “I get it,” she continued, gesturing broadly. “You think you see something in him, something redeemable. But men like Luther? They’re poison dressed in charm. And you—” she pointed at me, “—you’ve been through enough.” Her voice cracked just slightly, but she masked it with another gulp of wine. I furrowed my brows. “You’re acting like he betrayed you, not me.” She paused. Looked at me. And then she said “So why don’t you just get back with Vicenzo then?” The room fell dead silent as I turned to look at her with my mouth wide open.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







