All Chapters of CHAMPAGNE FOR THE DAMNED {MxM}: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒Moving into Raffaele's place didn't feel like safety.It felt like stepping into a whole new world, one I didn't fully understand. From the moment I walked in, everything felt… off. Not off, just unfamiliar in a way that made it hard to settle.The house–no, not even a house, more like a mansion–was too perfect. Every surface was spotless, every piece of furniture placed with intention, like nothing existed there without a reason. The kind of place people spent their whole lives dreaming about.And yet–I couldn't relax. The silence was the first thing I noticed, it wasn't peaceful, it was heavy. The kind of quiet that pressed against your ears, that made every small movement feel louder than it should. I stood in the middle of the living room for a long moment when I first arrived, unsure of what I was supposed to do with myself.There were no instructions. No rules laid out.No conversation about how things were supposed to work.Raffaele had just… brought me here. An

༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒ The fights didn't start all at once. They crept in, building slowly, like a quiet storm that none saw coming, slowly turning from small disagreements into something heavier. Something much harder to ignore. At first, it was simple stuff. Stupid stuff. Little things that should have mattered. I wouldn't follow an instruction, and Raffaele would correct me with that calm, controlled tone that said everything. He expected to be listened to. It should have ended there. It should have been simple. But it never was. It never stayed small. Every conversation, every moment, carried a tension underneath it, something unspoken that kept us pushing against each other, no matter how small the issue seemed at first. Like a crack in a glass that kept getting wider and wider until you couldn't ignore it anymore. At first, it was me ignoring one of his rules or questioning his decisions. A sideways comment about his behavior. A tiny refusal to follow his orders. It was a game, a

༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒ What I didn't expect was what came after. For a while, nothing seemed different. Raffaele went back to how he always was–calm, controlled, unreadable. Like that night hadn't happened, like the moment where his hand held mine, where something shifted between us, hadn't meant anything at all. And maybe to him, it didn't. But to me? I felt it. Not in obvious ways, not in something I could point at and say there, that's what's changed. It was quieter than that. Subtle. Something underneath everything he did now, something that lingered in the way he looked at me, in the pauses between words, in the silence that stretched just a little too long. I couldn't explain it. But I knew it was there. And then– At first, I almost missed them. Almost. They weren't direct. Not something I could call out easily. He didn't ask questions outright, didn't demand answers or push me into corners like I expected him to. No. Raffaele was smarter than that. He would say things cas

༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒ I realized too late that being under Raffaele’s protection didn't make things disappear, it only changed the kind of danger around me. At first, it felt like things were getting better. The loan sharks stopped showing up the way they used to, no more banging on my door like they were ready to tear it down, no more constant calls from unknown numbers threatening me with shit I couldn't afford to deal with. When they did reach out, their tone had changed, less aggressive, less desperate, like they were suddenly aware of something that made them hold back. I didn't need anyone to explain it. Raffaele had handled them. One way or another, he had stepped in and made it clear that I wasn't someone they could just push around anymore. And logically, that should have made things easier, should have taken a weight off my shoulders. But it didn't. Because not everyone stepped back. At first, I thought I was imagining it. Just paranoia. Just my mind refusing to settl

༒ ℜ𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔢༒ Vinny didn't like what he was seeing. I didn't need him to say it for me to know, I could read it in the way he moved around me, the way his eyes lingered just a second longer than necessary, like he was constantly calculating, constantly reassessing something he didn't fully trust anymore. And that alone was irritating. Vinny wasn't the kind of man who got uneasy easily. He had been with me long enough to understand how things worked, how I operated, how I handled pressure, threats, alliances, all of it. He knew my patterns better than most people alive. Which meant– If he was starting to notice a shift? Then it wasn't small. I say on the head of the table, fingers resting lightly against the polished surface as I listened to him go over the latest updates. His voice was steady, controlled, but I could hear it underneath, that slight edge that told me this wasn't just another routine report. “The Garcino alliance is moving forward,” he said, flipping thro