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Stares in the room

**Zoya's POV**Malcolm pulled the car into the parking lot of the main house. The engine hummed softly before falling silent, and I drew in a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves.Vito stepped out first, then turned and offered me his hand like a true gentleman. His fingers closed around my clammy palm, and he smiled, that slow, knowing smile that always made my stomach flutter. He pressed a feather-light kiss to the back of my hand, his lips warm and soft against my skin."Relax, Zoya," he murmured.With one hand resting possessively on my waist, he guided me inside. The familiar scent of the house hit me immediately. The strong smell of tobacco and vape and the sharp tang of gun oil greeted me first before anything else.Chairs were scattered carelessly around the living room. A few of Vito’s men lounged on the oversized couches, empty beer cans glinting on the low table in front of them while a sports game blared from the television. Others sat nearby, meticulously polis

Who can bite more with words?

**Vera's POV** I couldn’t believe what was happening right before my eyes. Vito Castellano the cold, untouchable Vito was treating Zoya like she was his entire world. He bent every rule for her, just like Benito had once done. How could he let her sit in on this meeting? The Vito I knew would never allow an outsider into the room during important business, let alone inside the main house. Yet here she was, not only seated among us but paraded like a prized jewel under the warm glow of the chandelier. The smile on her face when Vito spoke calmly to her was mocking me. How did that bitch do it? How had she managed to wrap both Castellano brothers around her little finger? Benito was in love with her. He hadn’t admitted it yet, but I could see it in the way his jaw tightened whenever she was near. What had begun as a calculated game had become something deeper. Still, I stayed in this loveless relationship. I knew exactly what would happen to me if I end up marrying

Whatever floats your boat

**Zoya's POV**I watched Vera storm out of the main house, her footsteps echoing sharply across the floor, her shoulders rigid with uncontained rage.“Vittoria, should we leave?” I asked.“Sure.” Vittoria rose gracefully, brushing an invisible speck of dust from her sleek leather pants. “We need to talk, Zoya.” Benito’s voice stopped me just as I took a step toward the door.“About what?” I asked, turning to face him.“About what you said earlier.” He grabbed my hand, his grip warm and insistent, and tried to pull me toward the side room we used to escape to together.I yanked my fingers free. “If we’re going to talk, we’ll do it right here.”“I don’t want to talk in front of everyone,” he muttered, still tugging me, his breath hot against my ear.“Then let’s step outside.”“Are you scared of going into that room?” His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “Worried it might bring back memories of how I used to make you scream?”I let out a low, bitter chuckle. “That room means nothin

Someone died

Zoya’s POVThe cool evening breeze rushed against my face as I clung to the back of Vittoria’s powerful motorcycle. The wind whipped through my hair and soothed my heated skin, a welcome contrast to the anger still simmering inside me. Benito and Vera had really hit a nerve.“Where do you want me to drop you, Zoya? Vito’s or your dad’s?” Vittoria asked, her voice raised over the roar of the engine.“Vito’s,” I shouted back. “I’ll make it up to Emelia tomorrow. If I go to Dad’s now, she might throw a fit later, and I don’t want her nanny to suffer. It’s only a matter of time before Vito gets tired of me and throws me out anyway.”“What if you both end up falling in love?” Vittoria teased. “I’ve seen how Vito looks at you. I think it’s possible.”I knew that would never happen, yet her words planted a dangerous little seed in my mind. *What would my life be like if Vito actually fell in love with me?* Disastrous, probably. Chaotic. Beautiful in ways I wasn’t ready to imagine.“I doubt

Fucking Rossi

Vito’s POV“Are you sure you want to come with me to the port?” I asked for the umpteenth time. Zoya nodded, just as she had three minutes ago.“I don’t want you there, Zoya. This is my first time working with Mrs. De La Cruz. I don’t trust her yet, so I’m not confident this transaction will go smoothly. Why don’t you stay back? In the evening, I’ll take you to my casino. How about that?” I tried to negotiate, but she shook her head stubbornly.“I don’t want that. I want to come with you,” she argued.With no other choice, I reluctantly accepted, letting her tag along.Malcolm drove us through the dimly lit streets toward the port. The scent of saltwater and diesel hung heavy in the cool night air. My men were already waiting, some hidden in the shadows of towering shipping containers as always. “Wait for me in here with Malcolm,” I instructed, my voice firm and low. “Make sure she stays inside the car, no matter what.” My tone turned especially stern when I looked at Malcolm.I l

The Weight of Smoke

**Zoya's POV**The windshield exploded inward.I threw my arms over my face as glass rained down across the seat, tiny shards biting into my forearms like teeth. The car lurched violently backward, Malcolm wrestling the wheel with both hands, his jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscles jumping in his neck."Stay down, Miss Zoya, stay down!"I couldn't, I couldn't stay down.Through the smoke and the strobing chaos of muzzle fire, I could see Vito. He was moving through the carnage like something that didn't belong to the ordinary world vaulting crates, putting men in the ground, using bodies as cover without flinching. His left arm was dark with blood. Even from here I could see it running off his fingers, dripping black in the dock lights.My heart was doing something violent and unmanageable inside my chest."Malcolm, he's bleeding...""He's fine." The words came out clipped. I know he was just as scared as I was but he was just trying to cover it.Another explosion rocked

Worrying thoughts

Vito’s POVRossi had escaped, but I wasn’t going to let him live. He’d made the wrong decision coming after me. First, though, I needed to make sure my injured men received the care they deserved.“Malcolm took a bullet to the arm,” Zoya informed me. She had refused to go back home, insisting on staying until I was stitched up perfectly.“Cyriel is already handling his injuries.” Cyriel was our doctor. She worked exclusively for us, and I made sure she was paid handsomely for it. Her father had been my father’s doctor, and their family had cared for ours medically for generations. In return, we provided for them financially.“Can I see how bad your injury is?” Zoya asked, her voice soft with concern.Without a word, I peeled off my blood-stained shirt. The fabric clung wetly to my skin, heavy with the metallic scent of blood. Zoya gasped, her fingers hovering just above the wound, trembling as they brushed the air near it but never quite touching the raw flesh.The bullet had only

You might pop a stitch Vito

Author's POV Vito kicked the front door shut and carried Zoya straight down the hallway, his good arm wrapped firmly under her ass, holding her against him. She had assumed they were both exhausted after the long night. All she wanted was to get him cleaned up and into bed so he could rest his injured arm.“Vito, put me down,” she said softly as he pushed open the bathroom door. “You’re going to hurt yourself. The doctor said no straining—”“I’ve got you,” he replied, voice low and rough, already stepping into the large walk-in shower with her still in his arms.Zoya’s eyes widened as he turned the water on. “Wait, I thought we were just taking a bath…” Warm water began cascading over them, soaking her dress and his clothes. She placed a gentle hand on his chest, careful not to press near his bandaged right arm. “Vito no, you’re hurt. We shouldn’t—”Vito silenced her with a deep kiss, pinning her back against the cool tiled wall. His good hand slid up her thigh, pushing her wet d

Be home for a few days

**Zoya's POV**For the past week, Vito has been fucking me steadily, without restraint. He doesn’t care where we are, the garden, the pool, the kitchen, his office, or even the middle of his living room. Whenever the mood strikes him, he takes me right there, claiming me with raw hunger, uncaring if anyone might be watching.Thankfully, he’s gone to Spain for a few days to handle business with a partner. I’m using this precious breathing room to relax and heal. My pussy is still sore, swollen, and deliciously bruised, a tender reminder of his ruthless appetite. When it comes to pampering a woman, Vito Castellano knows exactly how to spoil her rotten. But when it comes to tearing her apart in bed, he takes the trophy every single time, in the most deliciously brutal way.I’m on my way to Emilia’s school, just as I’ve done these past few days. With Vito’s permission, I’m allowed to stay at home until he returns. He recently bought me a sleek new car, insisting I stop using anyth

Mrs De La Cruz

The wheels of my private jet kissed the runway at Josep Tarradellas Barcelona-El Prat Airport just as the sun dipped low over the Mediterranean, painting the sky in bloody oranges and reds. Fitting. I’d come to Spain for blood, after all. I didn’t waste time, A black SUV waited on the tarmac. My men moved like shadows, they were silent, efficient, armed. We checked into the Hotel Arts, a sleek tower overlooking the sea. I took the penthouse. The bed was too soft, the silence too loud. I poured myself a glass of aged whiskey and stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring at the city lights. Pulling my phone out I called Zoya to let her know I had arrived safely. I had given her permission to go to her dad's and that's where she was.The reason why I was here was Mrs De La Cruz, she has some answers to give me.Mrs. De La Cruz would probably meet her maker tomorrow.The thought didn’t bring me pleasure. It was simply business, she had crossed me.Rossi had known too much about

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