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“I have errands to run. I’m not locked up here.” He raised an eyebrow. “Errands? What errands does a mafia wife in Naples have that you can’t tell her husband about?” She took a slow breath. “My friend Chiara found a shop with rare medicinal herbs. You know I care more about those than jewels. I went to get what I needed.” Luca set down his glass. “Without asking me first.” “I asked when I said ‘I do.’ That cover it?” Her tone was light, but her heart raced. She’d tried this line before, testing the line between wife and prisoner.

His breath hitched when my tongue teased his earlobe. "Now you have your answer," I whispered, trailing kisses down his jaw. He groaned, hand gripping my waist unconsciously. I pulled back with a wicked smile, pushing him off lightly. "Prepare the battleground, Dante. Let’s see if you can handle me." *** By the time night bled into the compound, the arena was alive. Torches burned in iron stands, their flames crackling against the dark sky. The ground was black stone, scarred from years of bloodshed. On one side, long benches stacked with mafia men in tailored suits and women draped across their laps, half-drunk, half-used. They chanted, laughed, their voices raw and wild.

My fingers brushed along the cracked leather as I ran through the lot, stopping at one in particular. It had a jet-black cover. No title. Just the silver crest pressed into the leather, a wolf enveloped by thirteen daggers. I cautiously pulled the book from its place. A cloud of dust billowed up into the air. The weight of it alone reminded me why De Luca only touched this book when no other option remained. I stared at the black cover for a moment. I hated this book. Hated what it represented. The De Lucas of the previous generation ruled in suspicion. Through fear. Through blood. I would never turn into that.

Her whole body was shaking. He knew she was trying to hold it together, trying not to fall apart—and that softened him. Bit by bit, his anger faded. He wrapped his arms around her gently, trying to calm her. “You’re so damn stubborn,” Regis muttered as he lightly patted her head. Amora knew she'd been naive, thinking she could reason with Diego Lorenzo’s men. But the truth was, the mafia world was far more brutal and ruthless than she’d ever imagined. Those men had aimed their guns at her without a second thought. There was no hesitation in their eyes—just cold resolve.

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Chapter 25 Julianna’s Pov:- Who is he? I stared at him with curious eyes while they both were climbing the stairs; this Lorenzo guy is creepy. He gives a serious dominant vibe and looks like a dangerous man. The kind of man people stay away from or don’t mess with. Who is he though? Are Nikolai friends with these kinds of scary people? Of course, he is a Russian mafia don, what do you expect? My subconscious replied. Yeah… “Julia?” Penelope's voice reached my ears,

He told me with hooded eyes. I couldn’t say anything. I was dumbfounded. Billionaire Mafia boss, Vincenzo wanted me! And just when I was recovering from his dumbfounding words, he went ahead to completely distort me with his next words. “Give me thirty one days to give you the dangerous passion you secretly wish for, let me fulfill your darkest desires and if you want to leave after then, I’ll let you go..”

Adrian Romano was the definition of everything I should have been avoiding. He’d kidnapped me… Was holding me hostage. Framing me for a murder I didn’t fucking commit. Blackmailing me if I didn’t cooperate with him. And the icing on the fucking cake… Was that he was the Capo of the Italian fucking Mafia. But I couldn’t deny the way that he made me feel. As he kissed me, I felt fireworks. I felt the sparks I’d been yearning for, for so long. With all of my previous boyfriends…

I had some dirty secrets of my own, and a past I wasn’t proud of. I was part of a Mafia family. A family of organized crime. But God help me, even though I had my own skeletons in the closet… If I’d have known that Sapphire was going to betray me in the worst fucking possible way, I would have torched that bitch and left her to die the first time I ever laid eyes on her. I would have disposed of her without a second fucking thought, and then moved on with my life without looking back. It takes more than a pretty girl to bring me to my knees. The more I push, the more she pushes back. Sapphire is a challenge that I’m not used to, but she needs to learn a thing or two about loyalty.

He is a TRILLIONAIRE! Not only that, but he is also a Mafia boss. However, surprisingly, his mafia doesn't engage in killing like other criminal organizations. Instead, he protects people, which has earned him many enemies, or so I've heard. To be honest, I don't know much about him, and I have never really bothered to find out. This is because of what happened between us five years ago, on my birthday. Jessica and I made a pact to get extremely drunk on our 20th birthday. It was on that day that I met Bryan for the first time. Despite being my brother's best friend, I had never crossed paths with him before, unlike Jessica, who had spent a lot of time with him while growing up. This was bef