Semua Bab Bound By The Don's Bloody Bargain : Bab 51 - Bab 58

Luciano — POV The wind outside had teeth. Storm clouds smothered the horizon as if the sky itself knew what kind of man was coming through those gates. I stood at the top of the stairs like a soldier waiting for war, Olivia beside me, her hand laced in mine even though I hadn’t asked her to stay. I should’ve told her to go. I should’ve lied, distracted her, sedated her if I had to. But here she was. And when I looked at her—chin up, eyes steel—I didn’t see weakness. I saw fire. The iron gates screeched open below, cutting through the silence like a blade. Three black Bentleys rolled in, tires crunching over gravel like bones under boots. My heart? Still. My jaw? Locked. My Glock? Strapped under the tailored jacket. "Don’t speak unless I do," I murmured to Olivia. "And whatever you do—don’t look scared." She snorted. "Please. I’ve seen scarier men trying to flirt with me in elevators." Jesus Christ, her mouth. And yet it grounded me. The car doors opened in unison. Men

Olivia POV His lips were on mine like they’d been starving for weeks.But this wasn’t desperation.This wasn’t dominance or hunger or the kind of heat that exploded in shadows and secrets.This was slow.Intentional.His hands slid along my thighs, up beneath the hem of the oversized sweater I’d stolen from his drawer weeks ago. My breath caught as his fingers met skin, warm and calloused and steady — not shaking, not unsure. Luciano didn’t move like a man who questioned. He moved like one who claimed.And God, I wanted to be claimed.My pulse thrummed in my ears as he pulled back just enough to look at me."You’re sure?" he asked, voice low and raw.I nodded, chest rising and falling with the weight of what I felt — not just desire but everything that came with it. Fear. Safety. Trust. Something I couldn’t quite name.He stared at me for a moment, his thumb tracing the curve of my cheek like he was memorizing it.And then he stood, slowly, pulling his jacket off.His movements were

Luciano — POV Olivia was still rambling about my father being a designer rat hybrid when I reached for her hand and tugged her gently into me. “Get dressed,” I murmured against her forehead. She blinked. “Huh?” I pulled back, a smile tugging at my mouth. “We’re going shopping.” She blinked again, then frowned like I’d told her we were going to attend a tea party with Satan. “Shopping? For what? Guns? Grenades? A new identity because your father’s going to drop a hit on me by Friday?” I laughed and shook my head. “Baby shopping.” That shut her up. Her mouth fell open, eyes narrowing suspiciously like I’d just offered her a unicorn. “I’m one month pregnant,” she said slowly. “One. Uno. The baby doesn’t even have knees yet.” “Don’t care,” I said, stepping closer. “We’re buying cribs. Onesies. A tiny little hat. I want to see you try to argue with me while holding a stuffed giraffe.” She stared up at me like I was insane. “Luciano, this is excessive. We don’t even know if it’s

Luciano – POVThere shouldn’t be a tracking record of my family on that list, officers,” I said calmly—too calmly—because the fury boiling beneath my skin could’ve scorched the floor if I let it.But the bastard didn’t even look at me.Didn’t flinch.Didn’t bother to lift his gaze from the goddamn folder he was pretending to read.The audacity.Not just in his silence—but in his wife’s shrill voice earlier that morning, when she called my number, speaking like I was some street rat. Talking to me—Luciano De Luca—about a shipment, threatening to sue me like this was a courtroom and not a city carved from blood, secrets, and the weight of my name.Before all of this, I was in Olivia’s room. Her head resting on my chest. That soft peace I only found in her presence curling around my ribs. I didn’t expect Marco to barge in like hell had opened. He never did that. Not unless it was fire and ruin.“They’ve seized the shipment,” he said breathlessly, eyes darting between Olivia and me. “The