All Chapters of Forbidden Pleasure: Sex, Secrets & Scandal: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

INNER ANGERMarco POVMy chest was pounding like I had a bomb inside me and it was counting down. My mind kept screaming her name, over and over, like maybe she’d hear it somehow and know I was coming.I threw the phone. It hit the wall, broke apart, but the sound didn’t stop. It was still in my head, that faint noise, that twisted sound they sent to mock me. Giovanni’s hand was all over it—I could feel him in it, that smug smile hiding in the dark somewhere.I don’t remember walking to the cabinet but I was there, the one I swore I’d never open again. My hands were shaking as I grabbed the gun, the black one, cold and heavy and mine. I loaded it slow, one bullet at a time, like it was a prayer. Like every click meant, I’m coming for you.Luca’s voice kept echoing from the last call—“Wait for me, Marco. Don’t do something stupid.”Yeah. Too late for that.I strapped the holster tight under my jacket, every motion sharp. My reflection in the mirror didn’t even look like me anymore. Eye

MARCO VS GIOVANNIMarco POVThe night air was thick, dirty with smoke, gunpowder and something else—burning oil maybe. I couldn’t see more than a few feet ahead, shadows moving, shouting my name. “Marco! Down!” someone yelled, maybe Luca, maybe one of mine. I hit the dirt anyway, rolling behind what used to be a car, now just a smoking piece of junk. My ears rang.Giovanni. That name pulsed in my skull like a curse. Every bullet, every flash of light, every body that dropped—it was him. His doing. His game. He wanted this chaos, this blood on my hands. He wanted to break me, same way he broke everything else I ever tried to hold.“Push forward!” I yelled, though my voice didn’t even sound like mine anymore. The smoke clawed my throat. I could barely breathe but I kept moving. If I stopped I’d start thinking, and I couldn’t think right now. Couldn’t think about Leona. Couldn’t think about her being dragged away, her eyes wide like when she first looked at me years ago—terrified but tru

GIOVANNI'S MY FATHER Leona POVFLASHBACK BEFORE VALERIO'S DEATH “You think you understand what revenge is?” he asked, his accent thick, words dragging out like smoke. “You think it’s fire, all fast and hot. But it’s not. It’s slow. It’s the kind that eats your own skin before it ever touches theirs.”I want to spit at him. I want to scream, but my throat hurts too much. He keeps walking around me, like I’m a painting he’s still deciding if he likes. His boots scrape the floor — slow, steady. It’s almost worse than silence.He tells me things I didn’t ask to know. About my mother. About how Giovanni took what was his and made it worse. “She wasn’t as innocent as you think,” he says once, almost whispering, leaning close enough that I can smell the alcohol on his breath. “She wanted power too. Just like him. Just like you will.”I shake my head, hard, but it doesn’t stop the words from burrowing in. I hate that part — that he makes me think. I don’t want to think. I just want to close

FEELING BROKEN Leona POV I woke up in Marco’s arms, shaking so bad my teeth clicked. I didn’t even know I was cold until I felt the warmth of him, the heavy weight of his arm over me like he was trying to hold the world still. My throat hurt. My body felt… empty, and heavy, like I’d been crying in my sleep or maybe even awake, I couldn’t tell anymore. Everything just blurred together now—dreams, memories, pain—they all tasted the same. He was still asleep, I think, but his jaw moved a little like he was grinding his teeth, and I could feel the tremor under his skin. Even in sleep, he couldn’t rest. None of us could. The morning light was weak, kind of gray and soft, sliding across the floor and over his face. I watched him breathe. There was this small scar near his mouth I never noticed before, and I wondered when he got it—how many fights, how many nights like this. I reached out, touched it. My fingers shook. I didn’t even mean to, it was like my body moved on its own, just w

LUCA’S DEPARTURELuca POV I didn’t plan to leave this soon but I needed a fresh start. The city had become too quiet, even after all the noise, all the fire and blood and endings. Giovanni was gone. Valerio too. Marco was somewhere trying to breathe again, or maybe trying to forget he ever loved anything. And me—I didn’t know what the hell I was still doing there.I took a drive out of my apartment down town to take a few last glances, my flight was tonight.Marco didn’t say goodbye. Maybe that’s what I wanted, maybe that’s what hurt. He looked at me once after everything ended—after Giovanni’s last breath. The crack. The thing inside him breaking but refusing to spill out. And maybe I broke too, in a quieter way.Leona… she didn’t look at me. She couldn’t. And maybe she shouldn’t. I was part of the mess that chained her, part of the eyes that didn’t see enough, part of the silence that almost killed her. You can’t fix something like that. You can only step away before it hurts mor