◇ KEL ◇ Enzo's here. In the estate. Coincidence? Perhaps. There should be a significant reason behind Enzo driving all the way out here tonight. Miles didn't specify why. He just said Enzo had "some family issues" to sort out. Hence the guy hanging out alone in Ricchar's patio at this hour, drinking himself to oblivion. Not a pretty sight. And not the first time I'd seen him enjoying a bottle of strong wine all by himself. I'd figured a while ago that he only drank this much whenever he was under extreme pressure and stress. Cold, hugging myself and ready to confront the guy, I stepped out of the mansion through the sliding door. The noise startled him. Enzo fidgeted in his seat, and then sat up straight before I could get near. He cleared his throat after glancing at me, then quickly combed his wavy hair away from his face. "Hi." Hi? After ignoring all my texts, calls, and emails, that's all he's got to say? Something in me felt weird, knowing he wasn't even going to give me a h

◇ KEL ◇   The scream we heard sounded a lot like it was Mrs. Falco.  Did someone harm Miles' mother?  The ominous thought formed goosebumps onto my arms.  The hairs on my nape probably stood up now.   It seemed impossible that someone would dare hurt her.  Like Mr. Falco, she had bodyguards tailing her everyday.  Gun-carrying security staff surrounded the estate day in day out.  Who in their right mind would dare touch the Falcos in their own territory?    As my brain tried to come up with a couple of flimsy guesses, Mr. Falco directed his steadfast gaze at his nephew and only son.  "Charr, Maxim, cortile sul retro. Va' a dare un'occhiata." His lowered voice sounded imperative again. [Charr, Maxim,  backyard.  Go take a look.]   "Pappa—"   "Faccia come le dico!" Mr. Falco shouted and glared at Miles.  The boss kept hi

× WARNING × Content below intended for mature readers. × ◆ MILES ◆ Shoot the bastard? Watch the guy murder his own brother? Or shoot the bastard after watching him murder his own brother? As I weighed the pros and cons, my mother paced behind me, barely containing her panic. Not her fault. We all came here to spend time with family, not watch this display of unrestrained violence right in the middle of my cousin's pristine dining room. Where in the flying fuck's Ricchar? Leandro, the last person we expected to show up here in the estate, threw another couple of punches at his victim. This drug-dealing psycho just didn't give a shit. Everything looked so out of place. The stream of profanities. Loud grunts of palpable fury. Cries of terror and pain. Stoic, tense-jawed armed guards surrounding the scene... Were they enjoying it? The fuck's wrong with these people? I gripped the gun but stayed put. My best guess: Lorenzio was catching up with Mamma here in the dining room, cluel

× WARNING! × GRAPHIC CONTENT BELOW NOT INTENDED FOR YOUNG READERS ×◇ KEL ◇  His hair was tied in a tight bun this time, not hiding any part of his face, making it easier for me to look him in the eye while admiring his features.  Quiet seconds passed as I stared at him. He smiled faintly at me under the soft lighting that kept the room from being pitch-dark.   A lustful look stayed in his beautiful hazel eyes while he gripped my wrist.  For a breathtaking moment, I thought he was gonna bite my skin and cut me with his bare teeth to suck blood from my wrist.  The surprise near made me smile when he gripped my hips to lift me off his lap. He pinned me on the thick covers without breaking eye contact.  Now I could only feel his warmth and weight on me.  His hands clasped mine on the pillows, and his hot mouth licked the side of

◇ KEL ◇ 5:59AM   "Miles just told me. He said Leo beat you up but you won't go to the hospital."   "Sto bene." [I'm fine.]   I stared at the guy standing near the couch and avoiding my face.  I frowned at his lie.  When he didn't say anything else, I glanced around the dim guest room.    Berto, his bodyguard, just stepped outside to give us privacy, which meant I could say whatever was on my mind.  I had patched up Nicco hours ago, but when I'd heard about what happened to Enzo, my adrenaline just shot back up.   The likelihood of seeing Leandro again didn't terrify me—what scared me way more was the possibility of Lorenzio sustaining some bone fractures, a concussion, or internal hemorrhage due to multiple physical injuries.  His abrasions, grunts, reddish swollen nose and lips, slumped posture and frequent limping were e