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He Had Taken Her Phone

Eliana yawned, scrubbing her eyes as she stretched her body. Her waist made a small sound as she tried to find a comfortable spot on the bed. Her head pounded so hard she had to hold it, scared it would drop right off her shoulder. “Jesus.” She dropped her head back onto the pillow and used her arm to cover her eyes from the glaring sun coming through the curtains. The sun was hard and filled her entire room, which was enough to tell her it was already noon. She yawned again, but it strained her head. She sighed and quit yawning altogether, forcing herself to sit up. Looking at her bedside table, her eyes searched for a glass of water and a pill, but found none. Cesare must have forgotten, or he simply didn’t inform the housekeeper about it. She wasn’t trying to feel entitled, but anytime she had a hangover there was always a pill and a note with a quick scrawl telling her to drink, rest, and not go out that day. But today there was nothing, and the house sounded so quiet she

Last Updated : 2026-09-03

Last Night 1

Last Night “You’re Late” Eliana heard his deep voice resonating through the room before she could even drop her bag onto the nightstand. The lamp was off, leaving the room cloaked in darkness, but she could recognize that voice anywhere, anytime. As she moved farther into the room, she made out his silhouette standing at the far end, near the entrance to her en-suite bathroom. What he was doing there, she didn't know, and those two words were a statement even though they sounded more like a question—a power play, a reminder of who was in charge. An illusion meant to make her believe she had any power at all. There was no reason for him to question her when he could get his answers with a snap of his fingers. He only wanted her to feel as if she had a choice when she had anything but. “I told you I would be late, didn’t I?” She flipped on the lamp, and warm light spilled across the room. It wasn’t particularly bright with the lamp on his side still off and the ceiling ligh

Last Updated : 2026-09-03

Last Night 2

“Such a good girl.” Cesare’s hand slid up her leg to her thigh, sending a shiver through her body. The heat of his palm searing through her skin and sending a sharp shiver straight to her core. Words rose in her throat but she forced them back. He wouldn’t listen anyway. She whimpered, crystal eyes glistening. Her skirt was too short. She regretted choosing it, but there had been nothing else to wear when her friend dragged her out to the club. “Ce…” “Shhh, tesoro.” He stroked her thighs, groping slowly, until his fingers skimmed the apex of her legs, close enough to her panties that she whimpered again. The damp panties were already impossible to hide. The alcohol from the club made every touch feel sharper, almost electric. His fingers glided over the damp fabric without giving her real pressure, just light, deliberate flutters that made her clit throb in protest. She moaned. He knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted her desperate, tears in her eyes, aching and empty,

Last Updated : 2026-09-03

Last Night 3

Cesare’s lips parted in a groan as Eliana’s sharp little cries filled the room, rising and falling like a frantic orchestra. The high notes still lingered in the air, leaving him either wound tight or floating. He looked down at the woman in his arms. Her body was lax, trusting, letting him drive them both higher. She always trusted him with her body. He bit down on her neck and tore at the collar of her top with a frustrated growl. The fabric was too tight. “Where did you get this shit? Too tight. Can’t get to your neck,” he hissed. His hands slid up and down her thighs, greedy, needing to touch every inch of her. Her skin was warm and slightly damp with sweat. She was intoxicating; her voice, her breath, the way she smiled even when she was exhausted. He felt himself close, but he refused to finish before she came at least twice. He quickened his pace and slipped his fingers between their joined bodies, finding her clit, swollen and slick. He rubbed her with precise, prac

Last Updated : 2026-09-03

Last Night 4

The stench of dried piss and copper hit Cesare the moment he stepped into the basement. It was thick enough that he briefly considered a mask, then dismissed the idea. He wanted his mouth free to speak and sneer without pulling away anything. “Is he there?”He reached the bottom of the stairs, meeting up with his right-hand man Andrea, who stood close to a beaten-up man sitting on a seat. Cesare's smile was slow, a cruel, twisted one. “Yes, boss.”“I can see that. You did well, Andrea.”“Thanks, boss.”Cesare went to stand before the man. Swollen eyes, busted lips dripping blood. His nose leaking a few drops, some few tears and scars on his face.He didn’t look more handsome as Cesare pulled black leather gloves from his back pocket and tugged them on. “I don’t want to dirty my hands with your filthy blood, Alessandro. I just finished touching my woman. The feeling of her soft skin is still on them and I don’t want you to taint them.”A low, broken grumblings eased from the beate

Last Updated : 2026-09-03

Don’t Misbehave

PRESENT TIME“Young Sir said I cook a healthy food—”The soft voice of the housekeeper halted as Eliana descended the stairs. They stood in the living room—the soldiers and the housekeeper, who looked like she would rather be anywhere but there, standing and explaining whatever she was talking about.As their attention fell on her, their gazes didn’t slide away from her face. They wouldn’t dare look at her body. The last man who had done that had traced her body with an impish smile and revolting eyes.That had been the last time he had seen her and smiled. The guilt was misplaced because she didn’t know what to feel for him. What would he have done if he hadn’t been killed? Or if Cesare hadn’t noticed the way he looked at her that day?Those questions had flitted around her head a time or two, but he wasn’t here now, and that matter was off the table. She had a bigger fish to fry.Taking the last stair, she came to stand not too far away, close enough to hear and speak with them. Sh

Last Updated : 2026-09-03

Plan In Motion

Eliana bounced back onto her bed, having spent the last hour wandering around her room and rearranging everything she had always put off.Her closet was still a disaster, clothes scattered everywhere and waiting for the day she finally cared enough to organize them.But her designer bags were arranged perfectly. Every single one.Even the one she thought had been stolen at a party was safe after she searched through every corner of her room. Now it sat proudly on the counter where she could see it.Her headache had faded into a dull ache after her bath and medication. Sleeping wasn’t part of her plan.She stared at the white ceiling above her, letting her thoughts wander.Fridays were the days responsible adults decided to splurge a little from their hard-earned incomes. They went to clubs, bars, restaurants, or anywhere that allowed them to forget the stress of the week.Saturdays were for recovering or continuing the fun until Sunday came and reminded them that Monday was waiting.E

Last Updated : 2026-09-10

Enjoy

“His health is deteriorating. We need to induce more—” The deep, solemn voice of the doctor halted. His gray eyebrow rose slightly before he continued. “—drugs into his system.” Cesare’s phone buzzed again. His phone had been buzzing repeatedly with notifications, but he ignored them. Nothing was more important than knowing the state his father was in and how long it would take before he became the new Capo. There were no chances to miss. No mistakes to make. Not when it came to the Famiglia. Power-hungry creatures surrounded him, people who would take him out if he didn’t play his cards well. They were waiting for weakness, waiting for a mistake. He couldn’t become a pawn in the game. He was the game. He didn’t move as the phone buzzed again. Whoever was behind those notifications would pay for interfering at a time like this. “You can go—” The phone buzzed again. This time, his teeth clenched. His fists tightened and released. New York must be on fire. Eliana must have es

Last Updated : 2026-09-11

Calm Before The Storm

Eliana missed a party last night. A friend of a friend’s birthday party. She knew the girl and her boyfriend, but she didn’t like either of them. The boyfriend chased girls around, and the girl was convinced every woman wanted her man. She went after innocent girls because of insecurities that existed only in her own head. They were both self-centred assholes. Not that it mattered. Even if Eliana wanted to go, Cesare would never have allowed it. The last two nights of trying to make him come back hadn’t worked. She woke up to the loud emptiness of the house and the heavy pounding of her heartbeat. Her armpits turned clammy despite having just woken up. The thought that Cesare could have returned last night without her knowing raced through her mind. Maybe she had gone too far. Maybe he had come home, and she missed it. No. He wouldn’t. He had pulled her into this situation. He couldn’t seriously leave her alone in this century without a single device. What did he expect h

Last Updated : 2026-09-11

Crawl To Me

A scream tore through Eliana’s lips and she tried scrambling out of the vulnerable position she was in, but the calm shaking of Cesare’s head and his hard eyes deflated her sudden escape. She whimpered, her heart accelerating as he stepped in, closing the door behind him. He didn’t knock. He never did. This was his father’s house and soon it would be his. She was merely one of the overpriced properties inside it. The Bluetooth speaker was heavy and shaking vigorously in her hands. She wanted to drop it, but he shook his head again. “Don’t, Eliana. It’s going to be part of our game.” She gave a slow shake of her head, declining whatever he wanted to do wordlessly. Her words wouldn’t be needed—that was obvious. Only the use of her voice to make sounds. “I’m sorry,” she quickly said, wishing that would clear whatever fog had overwhelmed him so he could see she really meant it and didn’t want to play his games. “I won’t do it again. I was lonely and frustrated. Please, Cesare, I—”

Last Updated : 2026-09-13

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