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Lessons of Guns and Seduction

ARIELLE'S POV The corridor was quiet after I left Rosa. Every step felt heavier than the last. I was literally dragging my feet tirelessly. I needed air. A quite space. Anything to stop the noise in my head. Rosa’s words looped relentlessly “killer without mercy, expendable… Elena sharpening the knife… choose power over you every time until the day he doesn’t.”And that last part, the dangerous hope buried in it made my chest ache worse than anything.I turned a corner and nearly collided with Someone. When my eyes met him, I noticed the flash of resemblance between him and Nikolai, even Matteo. He was leaning against the wall like he’d been waiting, arms crossed, that easy, boyish grin already in place. Younger than Matteo. His dark hair tousled, eyes bright with mischief. “Morning, new sister-in-law,” he said, pushing off the wall. “You look like you just survived a war council.”I forced a small smile. “Something like that.”“You must be Frederico?” I asked and he smirked. “Y

Lunch With The Mafia

ARIELLE'S POV The last echo of the final shot died in the soundproofed walls. The target was shredded in pieces. My arms burned, my ears rang faintly even with the protection, but the shaking was gone. Replaced by something colder. Steadier. Nikolai lowered his own practice pistol. “Enough for today. You’re done when your form starts slipping. Not before.” I ejected the magazine, checked the chamber like he’d taught me, and set the gun down. My hands still smelled faintly of gun oil and cordite. He watched me with that quiet, calculating gaze. “You’re angry.” “I’m tired of being told I’m expendable,” I said flatly. “By Rosa. By you. By the way everyone looks at me like I’m already a corpse waiting for the right moment.” Nikolai didn’t deny it. “You’re not wrong to be angry. Use it. Anger keeps you alive longer than fear.” He locked the weapons away. “Go clean up. Lunch is in thirty. Elena’s called it ‘family time.’ Which means she wants an audience.” My stomach twisted. “Mat

Possessive Mafia Husband

Arielle’s POV The dining room felt like a war room the moment we sat down. Elena kept her eyes on me like she was trying to see right through me. Matteo took his place at the opposite end, me beside him, our chairs close enough that his knee pressed against mine under the table. Nikolai and Frederico flanked us, the brothers exchanging glances that said they’d already braced for war.The first course came and went in strained silence. Silverware clinked. Wine was poured. No one spoke until Elena set her fork down with deliberate care.“So,” she began. Even before she spoke, something told me she was up to no good and probably just wanted to cause us trouble. “How touching. My son skips family dinner to play wounded hero with his little thief-wife. And now she sits here like she belongs with us.”This was exactly what I expected, and the pretty bitch didn't disappoint me. Matteo didn’t look up from his plate. “She does belong. She’s my wife.”Elena laughed. “Your wife. The same

A Message From The Godfather

MATTEO'S POVThe door slammed behind me. I stood in the corridor for a few seconds, fists clenched, breathing like I’d just run ten miles, before I could force my feet to move.I’d almost lost it completely. The feeling of Arielle beneath me. Defiant. Furious. Arching into my hand even as she spat venom at me. My fingers around her throat, feeling the frantic flutter of her pulse, the heat of her skin. I’d wanted to fuck her senseless.I wanted to pin her wrists harder, rip the clothes from her body, bury myself so deep inside her that she forgot every plan to run, every word about proving her innocence, every stubborn refusal to admit she was already mine.I’d wanted to hear her scream my name not in anger, but in surrender.And I’d stopped.Barely.Because the second I felt her moan against my mouth, felt her hips lift to chase the grind of my cock, I knew: if I took her like that fueled by rage and possession I’d break something neither of us could fix.So I walked away.Left

Dinner with the Morretti family

ARIELLE'S POV The next day came faster than expected. After everything that has been going on between the both of us, I wasn't really prepared for whatever we were going to face at his father's house. The man had not even showed up for the wedding. So I had no idea the kind of person he was. Liora and another maid—Clara, young, barely twenty worked in tense silence to prepare me for dinner. The gown Matteo had “requested” through one of his aides was already laid out on the bed: deep crimson silk, it had a low-cut bodice, thigh-high slit, back almost nonexistent. Provocative didn’t begin do enough to describe it. It was a weapon disguised as fabric. I stood in front of the full-length mirror while Clara zipped me up with shaking fingers. The red clung to every curve, screamed power and danger at the same time. I looked like a flame in a dark room. “Clara,” I said quietly, catching her eye in the reflection. “Tell me about Vincenzo. What kind of man is he?” Clara’s

Craving You

ARIELLE'S POV The main Moretti mansion was definitely looking like old money. crystal chandeliers. Every surface gleamed, every chair was carved to perfection. I noticed that every person in the room wore black. Except me. The crimson dress made it easy to spot me as Matteo led me inside. Heads turned slowly, assessing me. The council members consisted of older men with cold eyes and gold rings, distant cousins, a few lieutenants all in tailored black suits. Maids moving silently along the walls in black uniforms. Guards stationed at every archway, black tactical gear, black holsters. And every single one of them bore the Moretti tattoo: the serpent wrapped around a dagger, inked on wrists, necks, forearms visible when sleeves shifted or when they loosened their collars. A uniform brand. A mark of ownership. I was the only different person. Matteo’s hand stayed firm at the small of my back as we took our seats near the head of the table. Nikolai sat to my left, watchf

I Want You Arielle

Arielle’s POV The kiss didn’t end, Matteo kissed me like he was pouring every unspoken word into my mouth instead of saying them. I gasped as his hands slid from my face to my waist, then lower, bunching the crimson silk at my hips until the fabric rode up my thighs. I felt the heat of his palms through the thin material, the way his fingers dug in just enough to remind me he was holding back.I should have pushed him away.I should have screamed, or told him to stop, told him I meant every word about wanting out.Instead my arms wound around his neck. Legs parted instinctively as he settled between them. His mouth left mine only long enough to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw, down my throat pausing over the faint bruises he’d left days ago.He kissed them.Soft reverent almost apologetic. I gasped, my hips lifting off the bed to chase the friction of his body against mine.He groaned against my neck. “You drive me fucking insane,” he muttered. “Every time you fight me

Welcome To The Family Business.

MATTEO'S POVThe door closed with a soft click. And I stayed exactly where I was, elbows on my knees, head buried in my hands, staring at the floor between my bare feet like it might give me answers.It didn’t.My cock was still hard and aching, it was leaking against my open trousers like it hadn’t got the message that everything had just ended.My heart was worse.It felt like someone had reached inside my chest, wrapped their fist around the damn thing, and twisted.She’d said no. Not just no to sex, but to me.“I will never offer myself to you.”“You broke me the moment you stole me from my life.”“Get a mistress. Take whoever you want.”Every word landed like a blade that was designed to hurt me. And fuck, they did.I wanted to roar. I wanted to put my fist through the wall. Or chase her down the hallway, pin her against it, and kiss her until she takes every single syllable back.But I didn’t move, because she was right. I had stolen her. I had forced the ring on her finger.I m

I Will Tame You Kitten

MATTEO'S POVAfter the meeting between all of us, Arielle had to excuse us to carry on with our work.I was impressed by how she carried herself, but that didn't mean I was going to just let her into the business. It was risky.We continued talking about business for a while.The noise from downstairs attracted us. We had just concluded our meeting and I wondered what was happening.“I think I can hear Elena's voice.” Nikolai said, and I rubbed my forehead. I had strictly instructed them to keep her from the mansion for some time.When we got there, indeed my mother and Arielle were involved in a word fight."Go upstairs, Arielle.” I spat and watched her ignore me.Didn't she hear me? Or does she now have hearing problems that I know nothing about?"Arielle, I said..." I trailed, and she cut me off."You didn't bring me downstairs, Matteo. I seriously don't get what makes you think you can ask me to go upstairs and I'd run off like a scared little puppy,” she said, and everyone stared

You Will Beg Me To Take You

Arielle’s POVI groaned as my eyes fluttered open. Morning already. My head pounded like someone had taken a hammer to it.The room was silent. Matteo was nowhere in sight.I dragged myself out of bed, slipped on his oversized slippers, and sighed heavily.“You will grace my bed.”“You will bear me children.”His words flashed through my mind again. I groaned in pure frustration, rubbing my arms angrily.Matteo needed to pay. He needed to choke on his own ego after everything he’d done to me.I’d had my whole life planned before he kidnapped me.After a quick shower, I returned to the room, and there he was.Sitting on the couch, laptop open, sipping coffee like a king. Dressed in crisp white, diamond rings glinting on his fingers. Handsome. Arrogant. Untouchable.He dropped a stack of papers on the table with a deliberate thud, and leaned back on the chair.I glared.If I had my way, I’d yank that luscious hair and slap his pretty face until his nose broke.“Why are you glaring at me

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