All Chapters of UNDER THE DON’S PROTECTION: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Luca’s POVThe penthouse plunged into blackness, emergency lights flickering like dying stars, casting eerie shadows across the living room. Sofia stood frozen, her revelation hanging in the air like smoke—proof of Dante’s family tied to our parents’ death, locked in Enzo’s vault. But before I could demand more, the crash of glass from below shattered the moment. Intruders scaled the building, black-clad figures rappelling through windows. Gunfire erupted in the lobby—Nico’s men engaging.“Enzo,” Dante snarled, shoving Sofia behind a couch and drawing his pistol. Dmitri flanked us, still shaky but lethal. Chen’s radio crackled: “FBI breach confirmed. Teresa’s en route to Viktor—spotted at his warehouse. Possible alliance. We’re mobilizing.”Teresa? My mind reeled. The woman who’d pushed Dante to “finish what he started” with me, now betraying us to the Bratva? Dante’s face twisted in raw pain. “Merda. She’s playing both sides.”Sofia grabbed my arm. “Luca, listen—Enzo’s not just muscl

Dante’s POVThe helicopter blades thundered above the black water, Pier 17 a glittering scar of lights in the distance. Enzo’s yacht—sleek, white, arrogant—cut through the harbor like a blade. Inside that floating fortress waited Teresa, Viktor, and whatever poisoned truth Father Pietro had half-revealed. The message on Dmitri’s tablet burned behind my eyes: The poison wasn’t for Marco. It was for your father. Twenty years ago. And the order came from your own blood.My own blood.Luca sat strapped in beside me, face pale, knuckles white on the rifle across his lap. Sofia opposite, silent and deadly. Chen’s tac team filled the rest of the bird—black gear, night-vision goggles, suppressed rifles. Dmitri monitored encrypted chatter, face grim.“Signal’s strong,” he muttered. “They’re all aboard. Teresa just transferred the final tranche—three hundred million in crypto. Viktor’s accounts are flush. They’re prepping to vanish.”I didn’t answer. My mind was twenty years back: my father, Gi

Luca’s POVThe pier was a symphony of destruction—gunfire popping like fireworks, waves crashing against the sinking yacht’s husk, Chen’s FBI agents shouting commands into radios. Bodies littered the wet concrete, blood mixing with saltwater in dark pools. Dante’s roar cut through it all, raw and primal, as he charged toward us—gun raised, eyes locked on Rocco’s back. But in that frozen heartbeat, Rocco’s mouth was on mine, his kiss a brutal invasion that stole my breath and ignited something treacherous deep in my core.His lips were rough, demanding—nothing like Dante’s possessive fire. This was conquest, pure and savage. His hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back to deepen the angle, tongue thrusting in without permission, tasting of salt and smoke. I should have fought, should have shoved him away, but the adrenaline from the fight, the betrayals piling up like wreckage, twisted into a dark heat. My body betrayed me—cock stirring, hardening against his thigh as he ground int

Luca’s POVThe pier’s floodlights cast harsh shadows, turning the standoff into a tableau of frozen fury. Sal Moretti’s words hung heavy—“Viktor’s not escaping. He’s joining us.”—as his enforcers flanked him, guns steady. Sofia stood rigid, the vault drive pulsing like a heartbeat against her chest, her confession still echoing: she’d poisoned Marco, twisted by years of buried rage. Dante’s arms around me were iron bands, his jacket barely covering my naked, marked body. Rocco lay tranqed at our feet, but the ghost of his dominance lingered—bruises throbbing, cum drying on my skin, a shameful heat coiling in my gut despite everything.Chen stepped forward, badge flashing. “Everyone stand down! FBI jurisdiction. Moretti, you’re under arrest for—”Sal laughed, waving a hand. A new wave of his men emerged from the fog—Chicago imports, heavily armed. “Jurisdiction? Sweetheart, we own judges from here to Illinois. Viktor’s plane? Diverted. He’s en route to our safehouse. The old bear’s tir

Luca’s POVThe private jet sliced through the night sky at cruising altitude, the cabin a cocoon of muted luxury and terror. My wrists were secured to the armrests with soft leather cuffs—Sofia’s touch of mercy, perhaps, or just another layer of control. The toxin she’d forced down my throat burned low in my veins, a slow fire that hadn’t yet killed but promised to if I resisted too long. Across from me, Sofia sat composed, legs crossed, the vault drive now a sleek black pendant around her neck. Enzo and Sal were bound in the rear seats, gagged and furious, their empires reduced to passengers on her flight.Dante lay slumped in the seat beside me, still unconscious from the tranq dart, his chest rising and falling steadily. The sight of him—helpless, marked by my betrayals—twisted something deep inside me.Sofia leaned forward, voice soft but steel-edged. “The toxin is reversible. For now. But only if you cooperate.”I met her gaze. “Cooperate with what? Your new empire?”“With the tr