IN THE CAPO'S BED のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

LILITH POV This was my world, but tonight felt different. The music's beat throbbed through my chest, grounding me as I stepped onto the stage. Here, I wasn't Lilith Russo, the awkward nineteen-year-old college student who trips on her own two feet. Lilith Russo, who couldn't look into anyone's eyes or make a coherent sentence without fumbling or blasting out classical literature to hide her nervousness. I was known as The Raven. A beautiful seductress, a shadow they couldn't touch but watch, a desire they couldn't hold but feel. Letting out a deep breath, my hands gripped the pole. I started slow, letting the rhythm seep into my bones, each sway of my hips a controlled invitation. I let go of the pole and let my fingers glide along my thighs, a practiced movement meant to tease. Of course, I knew how to play this game and dangle just enough mystery to keep them wanting without giving too much. "How much for that whore?" I heard whispers. It wasn't the first time an

LILITH'S POV My head hurt, and likewise, my throat. It wasn't easy to keep my eyes open because it closed by itself as soon as I opened them. I couldn't remember the last time I tasted booze. It was my first time in La Notte, and I was clueless about what was being done. Someone had offered me a drink, and I had drunk without thinking. That was the first time I suffered from a hangover, and also the last time I stopped drinking since I tend to do something out of the ordinary. When I mean out of the ordinary, I embarrass myself. Last night, I never wanted to drink, but it was the only thing that could keep me calm. I never would have imagined that a glass would knock me out cold. Shifting on the bed, I heaved a breath, pushing back the nausea that surged through me, before opening my eyes. They slowly accommodated to the brightness of the room. I glanced at myself as I felt exposed. I couldn't remember slipping out of my clothes last night or maybe I had changed before returning

LILITH'S POV I felt jittery. Rubbing my clammy palms on the A-shaped brown skirt I wore for the umpteenth time, I placed my hand on my raving heart. "Take a deep breath, Lilith, and remember that the universe is unfolding as it should be." taking two deep reassuring gulps of air as if my life depended on it, I walked towards the entrance of the hall. I had practiced for the test a week before and was sure it was also child's play. In fact, I had skimmed through my notes before arriving at school. However, I couldn't tell why I was afraid of failing. Maybe it was because of Social Psychology (PSY 340), and I had heard a lot of rumors from the seniors about that class. I guessed it was because I learned one could fail without trying, which made me a bit nervous. "Fuck, watch where you are going?!" A voice growled, causing me to jump back in fright. I had almost slammed into him. It was my fault; I didn't watch where I was going. "I'm sorry," I stuttered, bending to pick up my book

LILITH POV Which of all my important nothings shall I tell you first? (Jane Austen) My mother, Maria Russo, a woman with a slim build and greying hair often tied in a bun. Her hair was once dark brown like mine, often in a loose wave that fell over her shoulders. She was my motivation. She was the reason I had decided to pursue psychology, not just because of the fantastic career opportunity I'd get from it or the scholarship I had been granted. My mother's tumor diagnosis drove me to study Psychology, seeking answers and ways to support her. Maria Russo was a hardworking woman who was responsible for my brother and me. She juggled multiple jobs to provide for us, and despite how low-paying they were, I had always been grateful. She was the kind of woman I desired to be, not in relationship wise because men had dealt with her. They were assholes, and none of them were redeemable in my eyes. Ever since I learned about my mother's illness, I have taken over the responsibility

GIOVANNI POVGuy, my secretary took the phone I extended to him as soon as I was done with the call. Cracking my knuckles, I walked to the man in the room's centre.He whimpered, his bloodied face pressed against the cold concrete floor. The dim, flickering light above threw shadows across his trembling form, his muffled pleas barely audible over the distant hum of machinery. I crouched down, gripping his chin to force him to look at me. His bloodshot eyes darted, searching for mercy he wouldn’t find.Mercy was never in my eyes, to begin with.“Loyalty isn't a choice, stronzo,” I said, my voice calm, “You took a damn oath, James, and for a fucking pussy, you choose to throw all that in the wind.”"Tell me, how many days did she offer to fuck your little dick for you to go against your family and the code of honor?"He tried to speak, but the gag stuffed in his mouth made it pathetic, incoherent. I snorted, and my patience wore thin. With a flick of my hand, one of my men yanked the ga