~ELENA~“You already let me touch you,” he murmurs, “but now you’re going to let me take you, while they watch.”My breath catches, but there’s no part of me that wants to say no.My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat.Three of them.All of them look at me like I’m something they’re about to devour.Nico kisses me, slow and deep, nothing like the rough, punishing way he kissed me before. This one is deliberate, coaxing, like he’s savoring me.When he finally breaks the kiss, he pulls me closer until my chest is flush against his.“On the bed,” he says.Vincenzo guides me forward, his hands firm on my hips as if reminding me I’m not choosing Nico over him…. I’m choosing all of them.I crawl onto the bed, my knees sinking into the soft mattress, and Nico follows, shedding the rest of his clothes until he’s gloriously, shamelessly naked.He pushes me gently onto my back, and I can feel the heat of Vincenzo standing at the edge of the bed, watc
~ELENA~Vincenzo doesn’t take his eyes off me as he shrugs off his jacket, tossing it carelessly onto my couch in the room.“Stand up,” he orders softly, but there’s no room for disobedience in his tone.My legs feel weak, but I obey, standing slowly from the bed.Riccardo steps closer, his dark gaze locked on me, and I suddenly feel trapped between the three of them.Nico smirks, clearly not backing down completely. “See? She listens to me just fine. Maybe she likes it when one of us takes control” he teases.Vincenzo’s head snaps toward him, his glare sharp enough to cut glass. “Then you’ll watch while I remind her who she belongs to” he drawls.My breath catches.Is Vincenzo being so defensive and possessive over me right now??Nico raises a brow but doesn’t argue this time. Instead, he drops back into my desk chair like a spectator settling in for a show, his arms folded over his chest.Riccardo steps behind me, and I feel the heat of his body against
~ELENA~Nico is standing at the door.He steps in without asking, shutting the door behind him. The air feels heavy the moment Nico shuts my door.“You’re sulking,” he says casually, leaning against the doorframe.“I am not sulking,” I snap, sitting up.“Mm.” He pushes off the door and walks toward me, slow and deliberate. “You’ve been glaring at me since dinner. You think I didn’t notice?”My heartbeat picks up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”He stops at the edge of my bed, looking down at me with that maddening calm expression.“You didn’t like those girls touching me.”I freeze, my face heating.“You saw me??” I ask.“I saw when you looked at us and quickly walked away. I told you, my eyes are on you wherever you go in school” he reply.“Hmmmm” I murmur.He smirks, crouching so we’re eye level. “You got jealous.”“I didn’t…..”“Say it,” he says softly, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.My throat tightens. “Say what?”“That you didn’t like those
~ELENA~I shove my books into my bag and march to the courtyard, Gianna and Valentina trailing behind me like they’re going to the movies.Sure enough, Nico is still there, standing like some dark prince who owns the whole damn school. When I get close enough, he pushes off the lamppost and closes the distance between us in three long, easy strides.“Care to explain,” he says, voice low but sharp, “why random girls are bribing you with pastries to get my attention?”“Oh, so you saw that?” I fold my arms, refusing to let him intimidate me. “What, are you stalking me now?”He smirks. “I don’t need to stalk you. Your scent draws me in from a mile away.”I glare at him. “She came to me. I didn’t ask for it” I tell him.His jaw tightens. “What did you tell her?”“That I’m not your messenger and she should tell you herself,” I snap.He studies me for a long moment, then steps closer until I’m forced back against the nearest tree.“Good answer,” he murmurs, his vo
~ELENA~We weave through the courtyard until we find a quiet, shaded corner behind the science building. Only then do I let go, spinning on him with my arms crossed.“What are you doing here?” I demand, glaring up at him.“Good morning to you too, little dove,” he says smoothly, leaning against the wall like he owns it.“Nico, I’m serious. And don't call me little dove when we're outside” I retort.“Why? You're scared people will read the meaning into the nickname and think of what we do in the other room??” He teases me and I gasp.“Shut the fuck up!” I hit him lightly on his chest and he chuckles.“Why are you here again??” I repeat.He shrugs lazily. “I told you I’d be around more often.”“Yes, but here?” I press, my voice sharp. “At my school?!”He tilts his head, watching me with those infuriatingly calm eyes. “I’m doing my master’s here. And since I already have to be around…”He pauses, and steps closer until my back hits the wall “…I might as well kee
~NICO~“Dad, I'm not quitting school. I love it there” I say angrily to my father.Vincenzo, Riccardo and I are in my father's private office and he called us for a meeting because he heard I was at Elena's school yesterday.Yes, I get that father has eyes everywhere but who the fuck gave him that information about me been at Elena's school yesterday.“Why did you suddenly decide to go back to school and do your masters? Father asked. “I remember asking the three of you to do that, but you all refused.”Yes, father is right.He had pressured my brothers and I to go back to school and do our masters because it's one of the criteria in becoming the mafia heir, but we all refused after our sister had died, because she'd been our number one cheerleader and rooting for us to do our masters.My brothers and I are yet to find out the real cause of our sister's death, but Riccardo suspects father has a hand in her death.But it's weird right? Can a father really kill