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Chapter 1

My father raised me to be a king.Not a princess, not a pawn in some arranged marriage , not a pretty daughter paraded out for alliances . I was the only child of Alessandro D'Angelo, one the most feared mafia don, and he raised me to be his heir—his successor.I was taught to shoot before I was taught to ride a bicycle. Taught to snap a man's wrist before I was taught to dance. By the age of thirteen, I had learned the names of all the great families and how to kill them best.He turned me ruthless. He turned me deadly. He turned me unstoppable.And yet, somehow, I was standing opposite Rocco De Luca—the most ruthless man in the underworld—and he was staring at me as if I were a puzzle he wished to disassemble.The air was filled with the scent of sweat, blood, and whiskey.Underground fight clubs existed—raw, unfiltered, and brutal. The warehouse, dimly lit, was full of it. The horde of men roared as fists landed against flesh, as bones cracked under sadistic force.I was in the VIP

Chapter 2

It was the way my father had referred to murder during breakfast, like he had just read yesterday's headlines."The De Lucases are ascending," he announced, slicing through his steak with a casualness that should have intimidated me. "And with Lorenzo's murder, they’ve gotten stronger. Nobody believed Rafael would survive the coma, but since he has, they won't stop for anything.".I shook my espresso, watching the dark liquid froth as I digested his words. "Lorenzo deserved to die.""Of course he did." My father didn't even look up as he reached for his wine glass. Yes, wine. At breakfast. That was how he started his day—red meat, black coffee, and a glass of the finest red. Alessandro D'Angelo.My father.“But the De Luca brothers are dangerous, Fiorella." He finally lifted his gaze, dark and unreadable. "Dangerous than ever before."I settled back in my chair, folding one leg over the other. "And that's making you anxious because…?"He set his knife down. "Because the most dangerous

Chapter 3

RoccoThe scent of coffee and freshly baked bread hung in the air, along with something sugary, most likely what Rosalia had insisted the chef make. I was seated at the oversized dining table, watching as Rafael poured his wife's coffee as if it was the most natural thing in the world.It still surprised me.My brother, the same one who shot a man in the head without batting an eye, was now the kind of husband who poured coffee for his wife before serving himself.Rosalia smiled and said something to him that I didn't quite catch, and Rafael responded by leaving a kiss on her temple.Gross."You're making that face again," Riccardo told me, smiling as he picked up a piece of bread."What face?" I grumbled."The one where you appear to have swallowed glass.""Maybe I did."Riccardo smiled, shaking his head, but Rafael was blind to us, all focus on his wife."Do you need something more, mia rosa?" he asked her, voice lower than I ever recalled hearing before.Rosalia glanced up at him,

Chapter 4

FiorellaPain scorched my shoulder like flames, but I hadn't time for pain.I clenched my teeth, steeling myself against the pain as I shifted my grip on my gun. Blood soaked into my outfit, hot and sticky, but I didn't care. The son of a bitch who had shot me was already dead, but there were other perils in the room.Panic had swept through the club like a disease. People were yelling, shoving each other to get out. Glass shattered. A table tipped over.I barely registered any of it.Because the moment I looked into Rocco De Luca's eyes, I knew that we were both thinking the same thing.Eliminate the threat.No argument.No questionOnly action.He made the first move. A man rushed towards us from the left, gun in hand, but Rocco was faster. His bullet hit dead centre, and the body crashed to the ground before it could even reach us.I spun around furiously, catching motion out of my peripheral. Another shooter—this one from the VIP section above, getting into place on the balcony.I

Chapter 5

RoccoI shrugged my shoulders, tension still coiled tight in muscles as I kicked over the final corpse.The club smelled of gunpowder and death.I hated it when crap like this happened. Not so much because of the mess, but because it meant loose ends. And I did not like loose ends.The boss, a sleazy bastard named Jeggins lingered around the door to the VIP room, sweating hard in his expensive suit. He looked nervously from the body to me and back again, waiting for orders.I lit a cigarette, taking my sweet time to puff on it, inhaling deeply before I finally spoke."Handle it."Jeggins flinched. "Oh, certainly, Mr. De Luca. I—I'll assign my best people to cleanup immediately."“I don't care how you do it," I said, exhaling smoke. "Just make it so no one recalls this ever happening. I don't want whispers. I don't want gossip. And I sure as shit don't want cops in my face.""Understood.""Good.".I looked around the rest of the club. The music had stopped. The patrons who hadn't been

Chapter 6

FiorellaThe second the gun fired, I responded.I grabbed Rocco's arm, pulling him in as I slammed the doors closed. A bullet struck the iron handle, shaking through my bones."Motherfucker," I snarled, already pulling out my gun from my holster.Rocco had his out, too, eyes black with an icy calmness as he leaned back against the wall beside me. Footsteps crashed outside in the gravel, shadows flitting beyond the windows."Friends of yours?" he asked dryly."If they were friends of mine, they'd be dead already," I retorted, peering through the side window.Three men. Dark suits. Guns.Professionals.Not some low-level morons attempting to make a point.They weren't here to scare me.They were here to kill me.And maybe Rocco too.Good luck with that.I stood up to him. "How fast can you move?""Faster than you," he said, that fucking smile pulling at his lips.I tuned it out, already deciding."The left-hand door leads to my father's office. It's got bulletproof doors and a direct ex

Chapter 7

RoccoI saw her tighten her fingers around the phone before shoving it into her pocket, her face hollow.Too empty.As if she were holding something within.The blood was still wet on the ground, the metallic smell hanging thick in the air. The head of the dead man was twisted to one side, his eyes open wide, his face frozen in the instant of dying. Whoever had killed him wanted to make a point.And Fiorella was the intended recipient.I scoffed, raking a hand through my features. "You must've gotten on the wrong guy's bad side, D'Angelo."She didn't even blink an eyelash. "That's what happens when you're good at what you do."I rolled my eyes, pacing around the body, trying not to dirty my shoes with blood. "You're not hearing me. Someone wants to kill you. You think I'm going to tie myself to that mess?"She turned to me then, eyes sharp and assessing. The dim warehouse lights caught the streaks of dried blood on her shoulder from the earlier gunfight, but she didn’t seem to feel it

Chapter 8

FiorellaThe moment Rocco lunged, I followed.Bullets cut through the air like deadly whispers, slicing too close, but I didn’t flinch. Fear had no place in moments like this. It was just instinct, precision, and blood.I fired three shots in quick succession, each bullet finding its target. A masked man dropped with a choked gasp, his gun slipping from his fingers. Another staggered back, clutching his side where my bullet had torn through flesh.Rocco was a shadow beside me, moving like a predator, his gun spitting fire. Two men collapsed before they even saw him coming.Another enemy rushed toward me, his knife flashing in the dim streetlights. Idiot. I sidestepped at the last second, grabbing his wrist and twisting. A sickening pop echoed as the blade clattered to the ground.I drove my knee into his gut, then slammed the butt of my gun against his skull. He crumpled at my feet.“Five down,” I called out, my breath steady despite the chaos.“Six,” Rocco corrected, snapping a man’s

Chapter 9

RoccoThe second the front door shut behind me, I discarded my jacket, stained with blood that was not my own, and tossed it over the armchair.The house was quiet.Not for long, though.Footsteps echoed down the marble hallway. Riccardo was the first to appear, always the first to sniff out turmoil before it could make an entrance. His sharp eyes swept over me, hovering on the dark smudges on my shirt."You look like hell," he said as a matter of fact."You should've seen the other guys."Rafael wasn't far behind. He strolled in slow, calm, calculated, but I knew that calm was always a cover. A storm brewed inside, one only Rosalia could seem to calm."What happened?" Rafael's voice was quiet but authoritative.I collapsed into the leather armchair and stretched out my legs. "My lovely meeting with the D'Angelo princess turned into a goddamn war zone."Riccardo’s eyebrows furrowed. "Explain."“Her house was attacked, As we were leaving. Bullets through the windows. Men inside the hou

Chapter 10

FiorellaI was walking. The marble beneath my feet was cold against the skin of my toes, but I didn't feel it. I was in a cycle, reliving in my head the attack on the warehouse again and again, the blood, the message scrawled down his back, the ambush at my front door.I'd been gathering enemies for years, but none bold enough to leave bodies as calling cards. None dumb enough to come in my front door.I moved to the floor-to-ceiling window of my bedroom and gazed out into the darkness. My father's guards infested every place, double shifts, heavy-gated fences, cameras replaced twice this week alone. But even steel walls could not calm the storm within me.A soft knock."Come in."My father intervened. No tuxedo tonight, just a black shirt, rolled sleeves, face as hard as stone. Leadership's weight never departed his shoulders, and tonight it looked more burdensome than ever."I have spoken to Rafael De Luca," he declared without foreword. "He will be joining us.""I guessed he would

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