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He laughed, a cold, humorless sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “We are Fine, Isabella. We are always fine. The Ivanovs are the ones who are in trouble. I just wanted to make sure you understood what is at stake. You are our baby sister. We will do whatever it takes to keep you safe. You are our light. Our sun. The one thing in this world that is pure. Don’t ever forget that.”His words, which were meant to be a comfort, were a terrifying reminder of how entwined my two worlds were. My brothers, who were supposed to be my protectors, were also the reason for my fear. The same cold, ruthless streak that made Vladimir a Don ran in their veins as well.

(Dante's POV) The atmosphere in the Blackwood mansion was suffocating. Don Salvatore Blackwood sat in his high-backed chair, his face a mask of cold fury. At fifty-eight, he'd seen it all, but he never imagined his own sons would bring such shame upon the family. Across the long table, Dante’s older brother, Vincent, scowled at a stack of newspapers. Every front page was a variation of the same story. "Chicago Mob Family Implicated in Bullying Scandal."

“Don’t judge me Ezekiel, are you sure Ezra is your brother cause from this I can say you both are worlds apart.” Ezekiel was still smiling, pulled my hands and held it close to his. “We are step brothers—” The moment the words dropped, I paused and stared back at him. “What do you mean, step brothers?” I whispered. Just then, Ezekiel was already ringing up the front door. “I think you should keep your voice down..” “What? I'm not even shouting.” Just then the large door in front of us opened up. First of all, I was attracted to the squeaky clean floors and the large stairs.

I stared blankly out the window, watching the world blur past like I was trapped in someone else’s story. When we arrived, his mansion rose in front of us like something out of a dream, too big, too perfect, too cold. The flowers lining the driveway mocked me with their brightness. This was my new home. And I already hated it. The butler opened the door. Alexander stepped in first, unbuttoning his jacket like he’d just closed a deal, not married his brother’s fiancée. I hovered at the doorway, drowning in the weight of my gown and the suffocating air of indifference.

he titled his head to look at Cataleia more. The girl looked at the Auctioneer hesitantly. “Is he going to kill me?” “Believe me, amongst the five; he’d be the least to consider that option. He assumed the role of a caring mother for the siblings, while the oldest helped with his father.” The fabrics of his robes were so blinding as they displayed the pale blueness of the skies. His face was calm, but worry was sprawled all over it. Amongst the five brothers, Ares was the most peaceful and most behaved.

Please note, from this point forward, it is Lorenzo's story. Then it continues into Dario's I hope you have enjoyed reading Lucia and Marcos's story. As you have read, Marco's is a similar theme, with some of the same trigger warnings. Lorenzo's story also features alcohol abuse, sex, alcohol and fighting used as a coping vice. Lorenzo's story also features many flashbacks where he remembers his childhood and his mother's abuse. This story, like Lucia's is not a fade to black story. So some scenes may be hard to read. So consider this before beginning to read it.

“The man doesn’t like me. I doubt we’ll ever get along. His blessing was given very begrudgingly, and he hasn’t let me forget it for a minute.” “That’s just how fathers-in-law are.” “Regardless, I’m willing to endure an afternoon with him if it’d make you happy.” Zandra pats my cheek and giggles. “That’s so sweet, but…” “But what?” “I think your brothers might actually have plans for you.” I frown. “What?” At this exact moment, a taxi screeches around the corner. It pulls up right next to us on the sidewalk. In the blink of an eye, my brothers barrel out of the vehicle. Samuel and Roman grab me by the arms while Damien pops the trunks. From behind the wheel, Leo rolls down the window.

“No offense, bestie, you are the best.” “Oh girl, I know,” she smirked, shrugged her shoulders, raised her nails, examined them, and then aimed her gaze towards my brother. “You need to listen to what your sister is telling you before you lose her.” Damn alcohol really makes someone appear brave. I would have never been able to tell my brother all of that if I were sober. But I don't regret it. He needed to understand what he was doing to me and how his actions were causing me to feel about myself.

DARE'S POV The rain hammered the windshield as my driver navigated the winding roads toward Finn’s secluded townhouse on the outskirts of London. My blood still boiled from the confrontation in my father’s study. Victor’s threats echoed like a death knell— send her away—and Julian’s smug face haunted every shadow. I needed clarity, strategy, and someone who understood the machine I was trapped in without being another cog in Victor’s wheel. Finn Carlisle had been that someone since Spain. My right hand. My brother in arms through the darkest deals and sleepless nights. He opened the door before I could knock, his sharp eyes reading my expression instantly.