Todos os capítulos de FALLING FOR THE WRONG BROTHER: THIRTY DAYS IN HELL : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

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

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

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

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 th

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