All Chapters of Forceful pleasures: Subjected to the Don: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Nella’s povI snatched the leather folder from Antonio’s outstretched hand so hard the papers inside rustled like dry leaves. Rage boiled up my throat before I could stop it.“What kind of heartless bullshit is this?” My voice cracked, loud enough to echo off the marble foyer. “My father isn’t even cold in the ground. His body’s barely in the crypt, and you people are already shoving a business document in my face? Is this what the Mafia calls respect? Brutality? Callousness? Aren’t you all supposed to be human?”Antonio didn’t flinch. He never did. He just watched me with those cold, patient eyes that had seen worse tantrums than mine.I tore the folder open.The header hit me like a slap.MARRIAGE AGREEMENTMy fingers trembled as I scanned the first page, then the second, then the third. Black ink on cream paper. Clauses. Signatures. Papa’s bold, familiar scrawl stared back at me at the bottom, dated three weeks before his death. Then next to it.Giovanni Macini.The name stared b

Nella’s POVThe villa smelled of lilies and grief, the funeral flowers still wilting in every room, refusing to die even after Papa did.I sat on the edge of my bed, knees drawn up, staring at the picture of my father and me at the fun park.Someone once said the dead stay a few days with their loved ones even after being buried. “Papa, I have a few questions for you. I really hope you can hear me. But, how do I even get answers? I’ll go on anyway,”“What kind of debt would make you use your only child as collateral?”“Were you fighting a battle more powerful than you all these while, and nobody knew?”“Why did you even die now? Why did your heart have to fail you now?”I wailed uncontrollably, tears mixed with mucus and spit dripped down, soiling the pillowcase.The door opened.“Nella please!” Tallia hurriedly dropped the mug on the table, sat at the edge of the bed, and held my hands.“I…I should have requested an autopsy on him, right? What if he didn’t die of heart failure as th

Giovanni’s PovBeep.“Yes?” I answered calmly, swirling the whiskey in my glass.“Two female figures just slipped past the perimeter guards,” the voice on the other end said carefully.“I need facts.” My tone stayed even, almost bored.“Two females—one is Nella Moretti, the other is Tallia Wane.”I hung up without another word.I knew it.Pretty, dangerous little thing.She wouldn’t fold so easily to a piece of paper and a signature.I’d seen it in the photograph Vito showed me with the contract—those storm-gray eyes, restless, defiant, burning with her father’s fire.So I’d positioned my men around the Vitale mansion since the burial.Hidden cameras.A drone overhead.GPS trackers slipped under the cab’s chassis three streets away when it picked them up.I watched the laptop screen with cold interest as the ambush unfolded—Lucas DeFalco’s cars boxing them in on the highway.Something inside me snapped.Not hot anger, not the reckless kind I usually unleashed on enemies.This was cold

Brenda’s POV The mansion smelled of antiseptic, rust, and the faint copper tang of fresh blood. As far as Nella wasn’t here, it remains mine.Lucas sat shirtless on the edge of the metal table in the back room, jaw clenched, breathing through his teeth. The graze on his shoulder was shallow but ugly—red, raw, weeping slightly where the bullet had torn skin and muscle. Giovanni’s shot had been precise: painful enough to remind Lucas he was mortal, not deep enough to kill him.Yet.I dipped the cloth in saline again, dressing it for the second time that day. I pressed it gently to the wound. Lucas hissed.“Easy,” he growled.“I’m being easy,” I said, voice flat. “You’re lucky it didn’t go through the bone.”He laughed—short, bitter. “Lucky. Right. The bastard had me dead to rights and chose mercy.”“Not mercy.” I dabbed antibiotic ointment over the torn flesh. “Control. He wants you alive so he can watch you suffer later.”Lucas’s eyes narrowed. “Then we make sure he doesn’t get the

Nella’s POVIt was 9 p.m.The villa had been quiet for hours, but now the silence felt loaded — like the calm before a storm that had already started brewing somewhere else.I stood by the window in the master suite, still dressed in the emerald gown, with silver heels hurting my toes. The induction ceremony was due to begin at 8 p.m. at the historic cathedral downtown. Everybody knew. The capos, the underbosses, and the whole city's underbelly. Yet Giovanni had not appeared. Who chooses to be late for their own induction? Only a man who is so certain of his authority that he does not need to prove it by being on time. A screech of tyres outside startled me. I glanced through the curtain. A black Rolls-Royce Phantom approached beneath the floodlights. The back door opened before the automobile came to a halt.Giovanni stepped out.Even from the second level, I could see him clearly: his tuxedo jacket was unzipped, his white shirt stayed unbuttoned at the collar, dark hair swept back