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FIORELLA’S POV Air finally reached my lungs again. I hadn’t realized how difficult breathing became whenever he crowded my space until that moment. I stepped out after him and walked into a room with a man sitting on the couch, drinks on the table in front of him. The man smiled when he saw Rhys. “The Don finally decided to grace me with his presence,” he said as he stood up and bowed. “It’s an honour to have you.” Rhys returned the smile and sat across from him. “I would hope so. Because it seemed like you’ve been avoiding me, Massimo.” I sat beside him and tried to distract myself by looking around the place. Marble floors reflected the chandeliers overhead while expensive paintings lined the walls. “I would never,” Massimo responded, sitting back down. “It’s just that my health restricted me from leaving the house. But I planned to pay my respects when I recovered. Is this our new Donna?” That snapped my attention back to them. I forced a smile. “It’s nice to meet y

FIORELLA’S POVThe meaning hit me a heartbeat too late.Horror shot through me.I let out a strangled scream and threw myself out of his hold so fast I almost hit the passenger door.“You fucking disgusting pervert,” I snapped, wiping at my shoulder as though I could erase the feeling. “A little body contact and you can’t even control yourself?”Rhys scoffed. “As if I’d ever get hard for you. I’ve never been softer.”My eyes widened as the meaning registered.If that had only been its sleeping form, then what would—Absolutely not.I shoved the thought out of my head. “That is unnecessary information. Just shut up until we get home.”“No,” he replied, shooting me an irritated look before turning his attention back to the road. “And it was necessary information. I can’t have you walking around thinking I wanted you.”I rolled my eyes. “Oh, please.”“If you don’t believe me, I can prove it. I can show you.”I turned my head toward the window so fast that my neck hurt, another wave of di

RHYS’S POVThe hall went silent the moment I stepped in. All members of the Circle rose to their feet, exchanging uneasy glances before bowing their heads.Of course, they would be uneasy. They didn’t agree with my mode of operation. I sat at the head of the table. “I heard you’ve all been asking for me.”They returned to their seats. “Rocco died three years ago, and you’ve been our Don since,” Valeria, the leader of the Mexican cartels, spoke. “But after you disappeared a year ago, things changed.”“And now, they’re back to normal,” I responded. “I’m married too, just like you all advised. So what’s the fuss all about now?”They murmured amongst themselves before the next one spoke up. “The fact that you disappeared is the fuss,” a man said. “Our Don needs to be available at all times.”I raised a brow. “And you are?”He hesitated before responding. “Sebastián. Representing the cartels in Colombia.”I stood up and paced around the table.“The members of the Circle make the rules

FIORELLA’S POVTRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains scenes involving physical violence, psychological breakdown, trauma responses, and possessive, obsessive behavior that some readers may find distressing. I scratched at his wrist, trying to tell him I couldn’t speak, but he only tightened his hold. My nails dug deeper into his skin. “I… I can’t…” His hand left my neck, but before I could draw a breath, those same fingers buried themselves in my hair and yanked my head back. “Tell me,” he snarled, the warmth of his breath hitting my face. I gasped from the pressure on my scalp. The pain was intense and strangely satisfying, as though it had dulled the unbearable ache in my chest. My voice was hoarse when I spoke. “What are you talking about?” “I saw you with your boyfriend on the camera feed.” He stared into my eyes. “Who is he, Fiorella?” My brows furrowed despite the fear running through me. “He’s not my boyfriend. He’s my brother.” “Don’t lie to me!” he snapped. “You’re

FIORELLA’S POV I had expected that Rhys and I would be in each other’s orbit during the trip, but the possibility of sharing a bed never crossed my mind. We stood there staring at it for several seconds, the room silent enough to hear a pin drop. Until Rhys broke it. “Why didn’t you tell me you agreed to this rubbish?” he asked, his tone snappy. I held back the insult bubbling inside me for the sake of peace and said, “I was only keeping up our act, sweetie.” “Don’t fucking call me that,” he snapped. “You can take the room. I’ll come up with a reason to leave.” I laughed. “Good luck getting past Gabby.” He turned to me, a deep scowl settling across his face. “This is your way of punishing me, isn’t it?” “I wish it was,” I answered. “I agreed to this because the only time you’ll treat me with kindness is when we’re around your brother.” “Why the fuck do you think you deserve kindness?” I didn’t have a response for that. As a matter of fact, I didn’t think I d