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Chapter 103: A Taste of Vengeance

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The rain fell hard over the city, streaking down the windows of the penthouse like silver bullets. Inside, the tension was thicker than the storm clouds, every second pulsing with anticipation. Valerio stood at the bar, swirling a glass of whiskey between his fingers, the amber liquid catching fire under the dim light.

Sera watched him from the velvet armchair across the room. He hadn’t said a word since the call—just a name.

Gianluca.

She could still hear the venom in Valerio’s voice, still feel the tremor in the room when he’d hurled his phone across it. A rival capo. A ghost from Valerio’s blood-soaked past. And now, apparently, a threat reborn.

“He was supposed to be dead,” Valerio muttered, mostly to himself.

“But he’s not,” Sera said quietly. “Which means someone helped him crawl out of whatever grave you left him in.”

Valerio turned slowly, his eyes dark, rimmed with old fury. “He trafficked girls like livestock. Burned villages. Took children.” His jaw ticked. “I did what had
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  • Velvet Chains   Chapter 103: A Taste of Vengeance

    The rain fell hard over the city, streaking down the windows of the penthouse like silver bullets. Inside, the tension was thicker than the storm clouds, every second pulsing with anticipation. Valerio stood at the bar, swirling a glass of whiskey between his fingers, the amber liquid catching fire under the dim light.Sera watched him from the velvet armchair across the room. He hadn’t said a word since the call—just a name.Gianluca.She could still hear the venom in Valerio’s voice, still feel the tremor in the room when he’d hurled his phone across it. A rival capo. A ghost from Valerio’s blood-soaked past. And now, apparently, a threat reborn.“He was supposed to be dead,” Valerio muttered, mostly to himself.“But he’s not,” Sera said quietly. “Which means someone helped him crawl out of whatever grave you left him in.”Valerio turned slowly, his eyes dark, rimmed with old fury. “He trafficked girls like livestock. Burned villages. Took children.” His jaw ticked. “I did what had

  • Velvet Chains   Chapter 102 - Ashes and Aftermath

    The sun crept over the skyline of Rome like a wound bleeding light into the smoke-drenched morning. News of the Lion’s Court takedown had already spread. Whispers flooded the streets, the cafes, the bars where men in tailored suits no longer held their heads as high.Sera stood by the balcony of Valerio’s penthouse, wrapped in nothing but a silk robe, her arms crossed over her chest as the cold air kissed her skin. Beneath her, the city pulsed with a strange, uncertain rhythm. The kind that came after bloodshed. The kind that came before rebirth.Valerio stepped behind her, shirtless, his hands warm as they slid around her waist. His chin rested on her shoulder."You should be sleeping," he murmured."I couldn’t," she replied, leaning back into him. "Too many thoughts. Too many ghosts."He exhaled, his breath warm against her neck. "They won't haunt you forever."She tilted her head to look at him. "You say that like they don't still haunt you."His silence was answer enough.A knock

  • Velvet Chains   Chapter 101 - Ashes and Ghosts

    The early dawn stretched over Eros like a sigh after battle, painting the skyline with orange and gold, trying to soften the sins of the night. The warehouse smoldered behind them, reduced to a charred skeleton. The smoke carried stories of violence and blood, of betrayal and heat, curling into the heavens like confessions the wind might scatter.Valerio stood at the edge of the destruction, his back to the horizon, the blood on his shirt dried to a rusted brown. Around him, his men moved like shadows, cleaning up the aftermath of the assault. No sign of Marcellus. No body. No proof he was dead.And that fact burned worse than any wound.Sera sat on the steps of an abandoned shipping container, arms wrapped around her knees, gaze locked on the ruins. She hadn’t spoken much since their stolen moment of breathless intimacy. Not because she regretted it—no, the way she had clung to him, moaned his name like a secret, left no room for regre

  • Velvet Chains   Chapter 100 – The Storm Breaks

    Rain pelted the windows of Valerio’s study, thunder rolling like a war drum in the distance. The storm outside was a mirror of the one brewing within the Blackthorn estate. Information trickled in, fragments of truth that painted a grim picture: Marcellus wasn’t just a threat. He was a ghost, a phantom from Valerio’s past with roots deep enough to shake the very foundations of their world.Sera stood beside Valerio, tension stiffening her posture as she stared down at the reports scattered across his desk. Maps. Names. Blood-stained connections that stretched far beyond Sicily.“He’s been building this for years,” she murmured. “Waiting.”Valerio clenched his jaw. “He wants to finish what Lucrezia started.”Marco entered the room, his face grim. "We traced one of Marcellus's men to a warehouse outside of Palermo. Armed. Guarded. He's planning something big."Valerio nodded sl

  • Velvet Chains   Chapter 99 – Shadows of the Past

    The sun was just beginning to rise, spilling pale gold light over the city’s jagged skyline. The world seemed quiet, almost serene—yet beneath that fragile calm, tension wound tighter like a coiled spring ready to snap.Valerio stood by the window in his study, staring out at the awakening city. His mind churned with the aftermath of the last raid. The victory felt hollow—proof of Lucrezia’s reach still lingering like a poison in their veins.He didn’t like to admit it, but every step forward dragged them deeper into her shadow.Footsteps echoed behind him. Sera entered, carrying two steaming mugs of coffee. Her hair was pulled back loosely, and her eyes held the same fierce determination that had saved them time and again.“I didn’t know you were awake already,” she said softly, setting a mug beside his hand.Valerio turned, managing a small smile. “Couldn’t sleep. Too many things running through my head.”She joined him by the window, the quiet comfort of her presence a balm against

  • Velvet Chains   Chapter 98 – After the Storm

    The dawn crept cautiously through the heavy curtains of the master suite, casting soft gold stripes across the rumpled sheets and bruised skin. The war was over, but the echoes still reverberated in Valerio’s chest—deep, relentless, like a storm that had passed but left the air thick with tension.Sera lay beside him, breath steady, eyes closed. For a moment, the world outside faded, reduced to the quiet rhythm of their bodies tangled beneath the covers. Yet neither dared to speak, afraid that words might shatter fragile peace.Valerio reached out, tracing a finger along the curve of her jaw, memorizing the warmth he had fought so hard to protect. Her skin was soft under his touch, still tinged with the heat of their shared fire, but also vulnerable—like the delicate wings of a butterfly after a long flight.“She’s locked away,” Valerio finally murmured, breaking the silence. “Lucrezia. Behind layers of steel and silence.”Sera opened her eyes slowly, focusing on the steady intensity

  • Velvet Chains   Chapter 97 - Blood in the Water

    The sun had barely risen when Valerio summoned his lieutenants again. The air inside the safehouse buzzed with tension. This was no longer a game of shadows. It was a declaration of war.Lucien laid out the digital duplicates of the ledger on the screen. Names. Numbers. Code words. And blood trails that led back to the top. Lucrezia Thorne wasn’t just involved; she orchestrated every major move over the last decade.“She used your father as a puppet,” Lucien said, pointing to one entry. “And after his death, she tried to use you.”Valerio stood with arms folded, his jaw rigid. “No more. She ends today.”Sera sat beside him, her presence calm but electrified with resolve. The intimacy they’d shared last night lingered in his mind like the taste of wine—heady and intoxicating. But today, blood would replace it.Dario entered last, face pale, phone in hand. “We’ve confirmed movement at Lucrezia’s estate. Heavily armed. Reinforcements arriving from the east port. She knows we’re coming.”

  • Velvet Chains   Chapter 96 - A Storm of Ashes and Vows

    The morning after their reunion arrived with a strange stillness. Eros City never truly slept, but in Valerio's penthouse—perched high above the chaos—the world felt suspended. Light streamed in through the expansive windows, painting golden patterns across tangled sheets and bare skin.Sera lay sprawled on the bed, her body still humming from the night before. Every inch of her ached in the most delicious way, a reminder of Valerio's worship and dominance, the rawness of what they had done, what they had reignited. He hadn’t just taken her body—he’d claimed her soul, again.Valerio stood at the edge of the room, shirtless, his dark slacks hanging low on his hips as he sipped his coffee and stared out at the skyline. But his eyes weren’t focused on the view. They were distant. Troubled.Sera propped herself on one elbow, the sheet draped over her chest. “You’re quiet.”He didn’t turn, just muttered, “Too quiet is a warning in our world.”That pulled her fully awake. “You think somethi

  • Velvet Chains   Chapter 95 - Crown of Ashes

    The mansion was no longer quiet.In the days following Lucrezia's capture, Valerio's estate brimmed with movement. Men marched in and out. Allies arrived with their entourages, pledging fealty with veiled eyes and cautious words. The silence that once protected Valerio's power had been replaced with something else entirely—a storm of whispers and wary loyalty.Sera stood at the balcony of the master bedroom, watching it all unfold below. She wore one of Valerio's shirts—crisp white, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows—and nothing else. The early sun touched her skin with gold. Her hair was a mess of waves. The bruises from the fight with Lucrezia were fading, but the fire in her chest remained bright.Behind her, Valerio stirred. The sheets rustled as he sat up, bare-chested, his scars catching in the morning light. He said nothing at first, simply watched her. Sera could feel his eyes, heavy and possessive, burning a trail down her spine."They fear me now more than ever," he said fi

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