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His fingers skimmed my collar, dragging lower, slow and possessive, igniting sparks where heat met skin. My breath sharpened, and my glare never wavered. “Dream on, De Luca,” I ground out, my voice rough, but a dark tremor twisted in my chest—an unwelcome pulse of fear and something worse. His smirk deepened, eyes dancing with delight. “Welcome to hell,” he purred, lethal and knowing. “And I don’t ruin the things I find… interesting.” “You’re not my prisoner, Niko,” Alessio’s smirk darkened, and without warning, his teeth grazed my lower lip in a wicked, biting tease—a dangerous promise laced with heat.

K’ Kian was a corrupt, slippery fish who always cleaned up his trail even if he had to cover it up with the blood of others. Mr Tibe was a man — maybe an entity with how hard it was to lay eyes on him — who sold everything illegal, with roots of power embedded so deep in the state, his empire might still be standing after I’d take him down. But that's okay, if I have to cut down every fucking branch myself, then that's what I'll do. I'd already lost someone to that, and while I didn't have any more siblings, I had a mom. And she had friends that had siblings.

Now that he knew, he too reveals that he had a scar on his belly, but like two scars intersecting each other. **** The concern was spreading across their faces. "What the fuck did we do?" "Some crime maybe." Cassandra answers casually. He shakes his head, looking out to the abyss. "These aren't scars of a blade. I know it's not." Says Zayn. He begins to research alongside Cassandra on birthmarks and their importance. They scroll to infinity, none of the sites seemed authentic. That was until they bumped into one of the sites that declared— "Free tantric and karmic resolution chart? The fuck is that?" Inquisitively, Cassandra asks Zayn as she sat on his lap.

The warmth of the evening air turned cold as Serena stared at the symbol seared into the paper—a jagged moon bleeding black ink, surrounded by thorned runes. Her fingers clenched around it involuntarily. The Forsaken. Once thought annihilated, they were little more than whispers in the dark, monsters parents warned their children about. But Serena knew this wasn’t folklore. It was real. The mark pulsed with the kind of malevolent energy that couldn’t be faked.

“There’s more. We didn’t just find spies. We found sigils carved into the inner foundations. Old runes. Blood runes. The kind that summon the Forsaken.” Jared’s face turned to stone. “That’s impossible. Those creatures haven’t walked the realm since the Burning War.” “Tell that to the corpse we found in the granary,” Damon replied. “Its heart was missing. And its eyes were sewn shut.” A long silence followed. Elias started laughing. “You think Xavier fears your blades? He’s raising the dead, Rhea. And you’re standing in a fortress that’s already cursed. You don’t win this.”

A guard with a shaved head and a black rubber apron stood over me, electric clippers buzzing like an angry hornet. "No," I wheezed. "Not my hair. Please." "You don't have a name, no hair, no identity when you're here. You are just 402," the guard said, grabbing the back of my neck like a vice. "In the Forge, pretty is weak." "My father is Don Moretti! He'll kill you for this!" The guard laughed, dry and nasty. "Your father paid for this package, kid. Premium. He told us to shatter your ego. Shave it all off."

Book 2: CORAZON 'MINE Ombra' [MINE Shadow] story of Draven Sartori & Throne Sartori Book 3: CIELO 'MINE Custodi' [MINE Guardian] story of Cassius Sartori Book 4: PEONY 'MINE Sussurro' [MINE Whisper] story of Magnus Sartori Book 5: LUZ 'MINE Segreto' [MINE Secret] story of the youngest member named Seraphim Sartori. Perfect for Mafia Dark romance lovers who crave a blend of danger, desire, and the unnatural. _________________________ **LEADS** AZRAEL SARTORI 32 6'3 Italy, Rome Boss/ King : Sartori Mafia "I am the storm, and you are the calm; together we create a tempest that will shatter the world." AZRAEL SARTORI ZAFIRA WILDER 30 5'8 Italy, Rome Independent Divorcee "Every moment without you

I had returned to the heart of Silverwood in a desperate bid to uncover anything that could explain Morrigan’s connection to the prophecy and her vendetta against me. The scroll’s brittle edges threatened to crumble under the pressure of my grip, but I forced myself to focus, to breathe, as I unrolled the fragile document. The language was archaic, the symbols twisted and foreign, but I recognized enough of the ancient dialect to decipher its meaning. What I read chilled me to the bone. The Blood of the Forsaken shall sow discord, and the Heart of Silverwood shall tremble. The Betrayer’s line shall rise in vengeance, and only the Sacrifice of the True Luna can break the cycle of death.

Grey assumes lateness and slow pace for laziness and lack of confidence. Were it not for this ceremonial day, Mrs. Grey would have already walked past me. If not passed me in haste, she would've already startled me with her firm, sharp tone. Besides, it's hard to catch a glimpse of Mrs. Grey's dentine. Her stone-cold face scared jokers away. She claimed her facial appearance is her weapon of sieving jokers from serious business persons. Still, I fail to understand why such a wealthy, strong, and beautiful woman would still wear a stone-cold face to scare scavengers and laziness. With all her wealth and our family's name, mommy could easily put off anyone overstepping her boundaries.

The order didn't come from the man before me, but from a familiar voice just stepping into the room. "Wesley?" I whimpered, staring at him in disbelief. One of the men heeded to his order immediately, roughly grabbing my arms and pushing them behind me to handcuff me. "What are you doing?" His eyes were devoid of whatsoever consciousness he had in them previously. That look so familiar it sends thousands of chills to my bones. It was the same look Tyler had in his eyes when he betrayed me, when he killed my clan, why am I so unfortunate?