All Chapters of UNDER THE DON’S PROTECTION: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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SOLD ALIVE

Luca's Pov"Sign here, Mr. Marino."The FBI agent's voice cut through the fluorescent hum of the interrogation room. I stared at the document in front of me, my hands shaking so badly I could barely hold the pen. Three years. I'd worked at Castellano Consulting for three years, believing I was building a legitimate career, and it had all been a lie.I'd made their dirty money look clean without even knowing what I was doing."We can protect you," Agent Miller said. "But we need everything you know about the transactions. Names, dates, account numbers. All of it.""I've given you everything." My voice came out hoarse. I'd been talking for six hours straight. "I swear, I didn't know. I thought they were just international businesses. The paperwork all looked legitimate.""We believe you," Agent Torres said. "The Bratva is good at what they do."The Bratva. Russian organized crime. I'd been laundering money for the Russian mafia while sending every spare dollar to Sofia for her medical s

THE PRICE OF DEFIANCE

Dante's Pov"Boss, you just spent two million on an accountant."Nico's voice carried a note of confusion I rarely heard from him. He kept glancing in the rearview mirror at the terrified young man pressed against the opposite door.I didn't answer. I was still trying to understand what the hell I'd just done.Two million dollars. For a person. Luca Marino, twenty-eight, accountant. Those three facts and the fierce defiance in his eyes when he refused to kneel had cost me two million dollars.I'd attended that auction for intelligence. Viktor was selling something unusual, Marco had said. We needed to know what the Bratva was up to, who was buying what. I'd watched the proceedings with disgust I kept carefully hidden. Then the people started. That's when my stomach turned.I catalogued the buyers, memorized faces, and took mental notes.Then they brought out Luca Marino.Despite his terror, when they tried to force him to kneel, he fought back.They hit him. He went down. And then he

CHOICES THAT KEEP YOU BREATHING

Luca's Pov The door opened slowly. Dante Vitale stood there holding two mugs of coffee."You always have choices," he said quietly. "The consequences might not be ideal, but you have choices.""Really? So if I choose to walk out that door right now, you'll let me go?""No. Because walking out that door would get you killed within twenty-four hours. Viktor wants you dead. The FBI can't protect you now. And anyone else who wanted you at that auction is still out there.""So I don't actually have a choice.""You have the choice to stay alive. That's more than you had last night."I hated that he was right."You bought me," I said, standing up. "Don't pretend this is about choices."Something flickered in his eyes. Guilt, maybe."I bought you because the alternative was watching you get sold to someone who would break you for sport. Dmitri Sokolov was bidding.""So I should thank you?""I want you to understand that I'm not your enemy.""You locked me in a room.""To keep you safe.""Fro

CALCULATIONS & CONFESSIONS

Dante's Pov"He worked for fourteen hours straight."Nico's voice carried a note of concern. It was past one in the morning."Did he eat?""Made himself a sandwich around four thirty. Otherwise, just coffee and snacks."The meeting with Marco and Teresa had been brutal. Marco was willing to trust my judgment. Teresa had watched me with calculating eyes, asking pointed questions about my "intelligence asset."She knew something was off."He went straight to bed.""Go home, Nico. Get some sleep."After he left, I poured myself a scotch. I should have felt guilty. But mostly I felt protective of the man sleeping down the hall.My phone buzzed. Father Pietro.“Still want to talk about last night?”“Tomorrow. Late afternoon. Your office?”“I'll put the coffee on.”My mind kept circling back to the meeting. Marco had pulled me aside. "Dante, I need you to be honest with me. Is this really about intelligence?""It's complicated.""Complicated how?""He was going to be sold to Dmitri Sokolov.

DINNER WITH DEMONS

Luca's Pov "I can't go to a family dinner with criminals."Dante stood in my doorway. "You don't have a choice, Luca. Teresa specifically requested your presence. If I show up without you, it raises questions I can't afford.""What kind of questions?""Questions about whether you actually exist. Whether I'm hiding something." He paused. "Questions that lead to people investigating. And if they investigate you, they'll find Sofia."My sister used as leverage."That's not fair.""No, it's not. But it's reality.""What am I supposed to tell them?""Tell them you're helping with a financial investigation. That you're working off a debt.""A debt? What debt?""The debt of me saving your life."I laughed, sharp and bitter. "Saving my life. Is that what we're calling it?""What would you call it?""Buying a person. Keeping them captive. Forcing them to work under threat of harm to their family. That's not saving, Dante. That's just a different kind of prison.""We leave in an hour. Wear som

SHADOWS OF DESIRE

Dante’s POVI couldn’t sleep. Again. The penthouse felt too damn quiet, too charged, like the air itself was waiting for something to snap. Luca’s presence had infiltrated every corner—his scent on the terrace furniture, his notes scattered across the dining table, his voice echoing in my head from our conversations. I’d told myself it was just the novelty of having someone new around, someone who challenged me without fear. But that was bullshit. It was him. Those sharp brown eyes that saw too much, that stubborn mouth that curved into sarcasm even when he was terrified.Teresa’s words haunted me: Finish what you started. What the hell did that even mean? Let him go and watch Viktor or Rossi tear him apart? Or keep him here, turning him into something more than an asset, more than a prisoner? The thought twisted in my gut, a dark hunger I hadn’t felt in years. Not since before Marco’s death buried everything under layers of duty and numbness.I poured another scotch in my office, sta

THREADS OF BETRAYAL

Luca’s POVThe penthouse hallway felt like a war zone, even in the dead of night. Dmitri Volkov slumped against the wall, blood seeping from a gash on his forehead, his once-imposing frame trembling from what looked like withdrawal shakes. Maria hovered nearby, her face pale but composed, while Dante’s gun remained trained on the intruder’s chest. My heart hammered— this was Viktor’s nephew, the man who’d anonymously warned me about the Bratva’s schemes before the auction. Grudging respect? Maybe. But trust? Hell no.“How the fuck did you get past security?” Dante snarled, his body a shield in front of mine. The tension from our earlier fuck still hummed between us, my skin raw from his grip, ass sore in the best-worst way.Dmitri raised his hands slowly, eyes flicking to me. “I slipped them. Told them I had intel for the underboss. Please… I need to talk to the accountant. Alone.”“Like hell,” Dante growled. But I stepped forward, ignoring his warning glare. Something in Dmitri’s wil

WEB OF DECEIT

Dante’s POVThe warehouse loomed like a fortress under the sodium lights, but tonight it felt like a trap. Nico met us at the side entrance, his tattooed arms crossed, face grim. “Alessio’s inside with three of Rossi’s goons. Claiming it’s a ‘meeting’ about territory. But I overheard— they’re planning to snatch Luca if you show.”Dmitri, patched up and shaky from the doc’s quick detox shot, nodded. “That’s the play. Alessio sells you out, Rossi gets Luca as payment, Viktor gets the scraps.”Luca’s hand brushed mine in the shadows, a silent reminder of our frenzied fuck in the office. His mark on my soul burned hotter than any bullet. But now wasn’t the time for that fire—not yet.“Chen’s call,” I said. “She knows about you, Dmitri. Says there’s a bigger player in my family.”Nico’s eyes widened. “Teresa? No way.”“Or Marco’s ghost,” Luca muttered. “But ghosts don’t embezzle.”We infiltrated through a back vent, silent as shadows. Inside, voices echoed: Alessio’s smooth tenor, Rossi’s

FRACTURED ALLIANCES

Luca’s POVThe penthouse had become a war room in minutes. SWAT agents fanned out like black shadows, securing corners, checking windows, their radios crackling with clipped commands. Detective Chen stood in the center of it all, arms crossed, her sharp eyes darting between me, Dante, Teresa, Dmitri, and the handcuffed Father Pietro kneeling on the marble floor like a fallen saint.“Marino,” Chen said, voice cutting through the noise. “You’re coming with us. Right now. Federal custody, witness protection, the whole deal. No negotiation.”Dante stepped forward, his body language screaming possession. The gun in his hand wasn’t raised, but the threat was clear. “Over my dead body.”Chen’s lips curled. “That can be arranged.”I moved between them before blood could spill. My heart was still racing from the way Dante had just fucked me senseless in his bedroom—wrists bound, body trembling, his cum still drying on my skin under the borrowed shirt. The memory made my thighs clench involunta

VEILS OF VENGEANCE

Luca’s POV The docks erupted into pandemonium—gunfire cracking like thunder, fog swirling like ghosts in the crossfire. Viktor’s men surged from the shadows, their silhouettes monstrous under the flickering lamps. Chen was down, clutching her shoulder, blood soaking her vest, but she fired back one-handed, barking orders to her scattered team. Dante hauled me behind a rusted container, his body a human shield as bullets pinged off metal. Dmitri covered our flank, his shots precise despite the tremors in his hands. But all of that faded when I saw Sofia. My sister—my sweet, studious Sofia, who I’d shielded from every shadow in our lives—stepped out from behind a stack of crates, a compact pistol gripped in her steady hands. Her white coat from the hospital was gone, replaced by dark jeans and a leather jacket that screamed deliberate. Her eyes, usually soft with concern, burned with a fury I’d never seen. She aimed straight at Viktor, who laughed—a deep, rumbling sound that cut th

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