All Chapters of FALLING FOR THE WRONG BROTHER: THIRTY DAYS IN HELL : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

24 Chapters

The Night He Met Alessandro

1.Luca Mariani POV"Another round?" I asked, leaning over the bar, nudging the guy beside me as I flagged down the bartender walking past.He grinned, showing a neat row of teeth. "You never stop, Luca, do you?"I smirked, tossing a glance around the room. Party neon lights flickered, washing everything in shades of blue and purple. Smoke hung in the air, scented with cologne and cheap whiskey."Stop? Darling, that would require me to stop breathing," I said, tapping my glass. The ice clinked, matching the beat of the music."Get your hands off me!" A voice came from the far end where bodies were swirling around pressed close on the dance floor. Every inch of the place pulsed with movement, laughter and then the occasional shout of hype.He rolled his eyes, leaning close. Typical, just like always. My hand slid to his waist, pulling him closer as he laughed against my neck."You're always gonna be a bad boy,’ He said with a chuckle, leaning in to give me a kiss.I was good at this. T

Unexpected Bond

2.Luca Mariani POV"Oh God," I stammered, my face heating."That's not— I mean, you have every right to be upset, and I... I couldn't help being attracted to you, okay? But this isn't right. I didn't mean to. I didn't mean—"Alessandro's breath hitched, but instead of pulling away, he searched my face, tears still tracking down his cheeks. As I stared into his eyes, scared of his next line of action. However, something shifted in them; desperation, maybe, or defiance.Then he leaned in closer, hand deliberately pressing against me now, feeling the heat through the fabric."What are you doing—""Don't explain. Just... take me. Make him disappear.""Alessandro, you don't—"Before I could protest, his lips crashed into mine, fierce and salty from tears. I groaned, resistance crumbling as I kissed him back, tongue sliding against his in a hungry tangle. My hands roamed his body, gripping his shoulders, his waist, pulling him closer while he fumbled with my zipper, freeing my cock which

The Warning

3:Luca Mariani POV•A week after meeting Alessandro•"Hey! I didn't do anything…get off me!"My voice echoed as my shoes slapped against wet pavement. I didn't even know how this started. One second I was cutting through an alley to avoid traffic, the next headlights flooded the narrow street behind me and car doors slammed.Footsteps followed. Fast. Not drunk guys looking for a fight but heavy men."Stop running," one of them called.Yeah, that wasn't happening.My lungs burned as I sprinted past overflowing trash bins, the smell of rot and rain thick in the air. The city felt different tonight.I risked a glance back.Four men. All in black dark coats. The kind of men who didn't need to shout to be dangerous."What is this, a joke?" I yelled, skidding around a corner.Suddenly, a hand grabbed my collar from behind.I barely had time to curse before my back slammed into a wall. Air rushed out of my lungs. One of them twisted my arm behind me with practiced ease with pain shooting u

Caught in the Act

4: Luca Mariani POV"Relax, I'm five minutes away."I shifted the phone between my shoulder and ear as I steered with one hand, the city lights streaking past my windshield in bright streaks. Almost immediately traffic cleared as horns blared in the distance, music from a passing car rattling my windows before fading behind me."You don't have to rush," Alessandro said softly. I could hear the smile in his voice. "I'm ready.""I don't rush," I said, smirking at the road ahead. "I come in grand style."He laughed softly. "Okay, Luca.""I'll see you in a minute," I said, and hung up before he could say anything else.I pulled up in front of his building. It was one of those old, expensive townhouses converted into private apartments. Warm yellow lights glowed behind tall windows. Everywhere was clean and quiet.I stepped out, adjusting my jacket, checking my reflection in the car window. Perfect.The front door opened before I knocked. Alessandro stood there in a simple fitted shirt a

Teasing Mr. Player

5.MATTEO ROSSI’S POV"And now, La mia bambola (My doll).” I said softly, "You're about to learn what consequences really mean.”Before the prey in front of me got the chance to move as little as an inch I closed the distance between us in two steps, one hand gripping his jaw, fingers wrapping around his throat as I brought his face forward until barely an inch separated us. His breath hitched sharply and I felt his pulse hammer against my palm, fast and frantic, betraying every bit of calm he was performing."Still finding this funny?" I asked, my voice heavy.But he wasn't laughing anymore. Instead, his hands came up immediately, gripping my wrist, trying to pull back. I held unto him tightly though not enough to hurt. Just enough to make the point land properly.His eyes were wide now. Good."You walk into people's lives," I said, voice low. "You make empty promises, smile, you take what you want. And then you disappear. You think there aren't consequences?." I tightened my grip s

The Cost of Softness

Alessandro’s Pov:The numbers are wrong.Third column, revenue projection. A rounding error small enough that nobody else would catch it. I caught it at seven this morning and fixed it myself before anyone arrived, which is not what a CEO does but is apparently what I do now. I hunt for small broken things before the day starts because it's the only kind of control that feels real anymore.I'm staring at the corrected figure when Vittoria knocks."Come in."She enters with her portfolio and the careful expression she wears when she's about to tell me something I didn't ask for."The Ferrara account wants to move to Thursday.""No.""They said the director has a conflict and—""Vittoria." I don't look up. "Wednesday or I pull the contract. Tell them that exactly."A pause. She's deciding whether to push. She decides correctly not to."Also." She shifts. "Your mother called. Sunday dinner. She wants you to bring someone."I put my pen down.She means Nico. Of course she means Nico. My m

My Secret.

Luca’s Pov.I sat at the edge of my bed drinking the bottle of Belvedere I found in the kitchen cabinet. I needed to calm myself from the afternoon indulgence, being a bit tipsy I could only think of the very simple fact that Matteo Rossi can go to hell.I pour two fingers. Drink it standing.Pour three more.I've had men try to keep me before; jealous ones, possessive ones, one particularly creative one who tried to buy me off from the club if I could provide both sluty and emotional services. I almost respect it.But, I can never. Not after Damiano. Not after I was left hanging on a thread. Not after I had vowed no emotional indulgence. I drop onto the couch, bottle in hand, feet up on the coffee table. The apartment is quiet. I don't give a F**K about whatever controlled intimidating things Matteo does at night. Sharpening his cufflinks probably.I take another pull directly from the bottle.Well, I don't scare easily. I've been in worse rooms than that warehouse with worse men t

The Figure behind the curtain.

Matteo Rossi POV"Talk.""Warehouse three is fully stocked. The Bianchi shipment cleared customs yesterday, no complications." Marco keeps pace beside me without effort, tablet in hand, voice low. "The Torino casino reported a twelve percent revenue increase this quarter. The Naples one is down eight.""Why is Naples down?""Management issue. Ferretti's cousin has been skimming."I stop walking.The warehouse floor stretches ahead of us, upfront there's crates, forklifts, three of my men pausing their work just long enough to register my presence before looking away. Smart."Has he.""Since February.""And nobody thought to tell me until now."Marco says nothing. He knows better than to answer that."Handle it," I say. "Tonight. And replace him with someone whose loyalty I've actually verified.""Already have someone in mind.""Then why are you telling me instead of doing it."He nods once. Makes a note.We move.***The casino on Via Montenapoleone smells like old money and the air s

The man behind the curtains

Matteo Rossi POVI go very still.It's Luca. No mistaking it. The curve of his neck, the way his dark hair falls just so over his forehead when he's focused. He's shirtless, skin pale under the vanity lights, muscles shifting as he adjusts something on the counter—a bottle of oil, maybe, or lotion. His pants hang low on his hips, revealing the dimples at the base of his spine. He's humming softly, some tune I don't recognize, oblivious to the world beyond this curtain.What the fuck is he doing here?My mind races back to two weeks ago. When I'd walked in on him at his apartment with a man. My younger brother Alessandro off sulking somewhere or probably reliving his emotions with the hope of a new found lover. I don't quite understand his relationship with Alessandro that's excluding him mentioning being together. But since he is seeing my spiraling brother, he has to stay put before more damages will be done. He'd nodded, eyes wide, promising he understood. He didn't look so earnest

Big brother warnings

Alessandro's Pov."Thursday works. Send the brief to my assistant by noon and we'll go from there."I end the call and push the living room door open.Matteo is already there.He sits in the armchair by the window, one leg crossed over the other, a cigarette burning between two fingers. The ashtray on the side table has one stub already. The vodka glass beside it is half empty. The lamp behind him throws everything into sharp relief, his jaw, his stillness, the way he looks at me when I walk in like he's been waiting.He probably has been."Sit."I drop my phone into my pocket. "I just got back.""I know. Sit down, Alessandro."I sit. Not because he told me to. Because I know that tone and fighting it from the doorway gets nobody anywhere.Rosa comes in from the kitchen, quiet on her feet, refills his glass without being asked and disappears again. Matteo watches the cigarette burn for a moment."How well do you know Luca?"The question lands flat in the middle of the room.I look at h

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