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He didn’t knock, just walked in wearing a dark suit sharp inked skin, shit clinging to him like even the fabric knew not to cross him his authority never to be questioned. His sleeves are rolled, his voice low, eyes slowly trace over every inch of her. Valerio Ricci doesn’t waste time when you try to speak he only lifts his hand calm-quiet-direct, and she just stops dead in her tracks. He steps closer, one hand in his pocket, the other brushing back the hair from his face and says Zara Blackwood your father owes me money a lot of money and since Daddy can’t pay… someone has to.

He was gone, but the shadow of him remained, dark and suffocating. For a moment, the fading scent of his cologne transported me back to the terrace at the Harrington estate, the night sky scattered with stars, his lips tasting of expensive champagne as he kissed me for the first time. “You’re extraordinary, Georgia,” he’d whispered against my mouth. The memory shattered with the metallic click of the lock sliding into place, fragments of that woman—that Georgia—scattering like broken glass.

Until Rhiannon walked into that hotel room with her dead eyes and her broken wolf and her mouth. Until she looked up at me and I saw that fire. Buried deep under all the damage and the grief and the years of being treated like nothing. That fire that hadn't gone out. That stubborn, stupid, beautiful fire that refused to die even though everything around it was ash. And my wolf didn't pace. It didn't snarl. It sat down. Right there in my chest. And it purred. I hated it. I hated her for it. I hated that she made me feel something. I hated that she made me want something. I hated that after thirty-eight years of being stone cold, this woman, this broken, bleeding, beautiful woman, walked in an

"She is. You will answer to Elira Blackthorne. Her word is law. If she wants you gone, you go. If she wants you promoted, you stay." That's when I saw him. Damien, her ex fiance was standing near a desk, looking like he heard wrong or seen a ghost. I watched Damien's face. It was a masterpiece of agony. He was just a manager now, a nobody in the company he thought he would inherit. And the woman he tried to kill was standing there, looking down at him from the heights of my power. I enjoyed the show for a few more minutes, watching the realization sink into the staff, before I leaned into Elira.

His name spilled from my lips in ragged moans, my body shaking under his. When it was over, I was nothing but his—broken and desperate and dripping with need. ** Then, out of nowhere, the world shifted. It was late afternoon when the knock came at the mansion door—sharp, insistent. Caelum frowned, eyes narrowing like he was seeing a ghost. The butler opened the door, and there she was. Zephyra Calla Deveroux. The woman from his past. His ex-lover. His old submissive. Her presence hit the room like a storm—cold, sharp, and impossible to ignore.

It erupted an ache inside my chest, and my breathing heavily. The look of longing in his eyes was evident, his eyes screamed of want for something forbidden. Looking at him, I was completely taken aback. I wish what I’m seeing in his is not real, it’s just my imagination or something. But no! No matter how many times, I blinked and shook my head. It wasn't my imagination. It was all real, his eyes screaming that he loved her. Nikolai loved his Brother’s Wife and it was shocking. I can’t fucking believe what I’m seeing.

The angry, shamed part of her still wanted to push him away, suspecting he had spent his absent night with another of his companions, and she remained stiff for a long moment, until his gentle mouth and softly caressing hands smoothed away her resistance. Their lovemaking was slow, almost tenuous, as they let their bodies speak all the things they both wanted to say. Or maybe she was misinterpreting his apologetic touches and soothing kisses. Perhaps she was fooling herself so she could continue sharing her body with him. Even the doubt of that couldn’t hold back her cries of passion, and she was eager for him when he lifted her thigh and entered her carefully, drawing out his possession unt

NOTE BEFORE YOU READ….. Note before you read… The next few chapters are written in the Carolingian Renaissance and the Vikings era but don't stick to the fact. You will find a few things that have been added to fit into the story. So if you find anything strange or unusual, then remember the next few chapters are based on historical fantasy fiction books. Do add or check the other book of the author. Revenge on the Mafia lord. .. .. .. YEAR 956 AD. It was a loud night, one where the sounds of crickets chirping could not be heard and the clouds smothered the moon and stars.

Something intrigues him and he decided to make her his. That day, she lost her every hope, he got his all reasons to live. She lost her light, he got his sunshine. And he came into her life like an angel, that what she thinks and pulled her out of her darkness to another world, to another world of danger and guns. What will happen when the king of darkness falls for the soul of light.?? What will happen, when she gave her heart to the man of the mafia world unaware of his true identity.??? How their love will survive in the world of darkness with some truths which are going to turn their lives ups and downs.

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