LOGINHis tone had shifted—suddenly calm and dangerously soft. The sudden change was so jarring that every man in the room instinctively looked up at their Boss in shock.
A moment ago, he had been fuming with rage, ready to execute them all over a single mistake. Now, he sounded as if the gun wasn't still gripped in his hand.
Rosa whispered softly, “I am going home
His arm shot out, sweeping everything off the surface of the desk in a loud, shattering crash. Before the clutter even hit the floor, his hands clamped onto her waist, lifting her high enough to sit on the hard mahogany without ever breaking the brutal seal of their mouths.His large body settled firmly between her thighs, anchoring her to the edge of the wood as he devoured her lips. Rosa’s arms curled around his neck, pulling him closer, matching his frantic intensity with her own. Her hips tilted instinctively, grinding down against the hard, heavy bulge behind his zipper, her arousal already dampening the fabric of his trousers.He let out a dark groan. His hands trailed up her bare thighs, the thin, cool silk of her short nightie bunching effortlessly in his fists, until his fingers brushed against her slick skin. He growled into the kiss, his suspicions instantly confirmed. "Fuck, Rosie... you aren't wearing panties."He trailed his fingers, parting her wet folds before driving
But instead of backing down, she pushed the door wide open and stepped into the room. Luciano spun abruptly on his heel, his jaw tight as he walked back toward his massive mahogany desk.The jagged, heavy rise and fall of his shoulders told her everything—he was breathing hard, fighting like hell to keep something dark under control. Any other woman would have been terrified to stand in this room, but Rosa didn't back down.Luciano aggressively crushed the cigarette into a glass ashtray, then downed the remaining scotch in one long, harsh swallow. Without a second of hesitation, he reached for the bottle to pour another heavy glass. Rosa’s eyes widened as she noticed the amber bottle was already half empty."What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice tight with a mix of fear and anger. "Are you trying to poison yourself? Talk to me, Luciano. Look at me."He didn't turn around. He just gripped the edge of the mahogany desk, keeping his back to her like an impenetrable wall."You shou
"Show me your hand," she asked softly. When he didn't move, his eyes locked onto hers in a blank, unblinking stare, Rosa stepped closer. She gently took his massive hand in hers, turning it over to inspect his knuckles. The skin was split wide open, the edges raw and crusted with dried blood. "God... Let me clean it, and then I'll apply the healing balm," she said, wrapping her fingers around his wrist. She gave a gentle tug toward the staircase, but Luciano didn't budge. He stood there like a stone wall. Rosa turned back as a faint frown creased her forehead. "Luciano? What is it?" "It doesn't hurt," he said. His voice wasn't angry, but it was entirely flat—devoid of any life or warmth. "Leave it."The hollow numbness in his tone made Rosa’s heart sink. But as she looked at him, she understood. The physical pain meant nothing to him right now. His mind was still trapped downstairs, reeling from the ultimate betrayal by his best friend and the terrifying realization of how close
Luciano’s gaze swept over Laura, heavy with an icy, absolute disgust. When he spoke, his voice was dangerously quiet, devoid of any humanity."Considering what a cheap whore you are, you’d probably enjoy the brothels—right up until the day you die face down under some bastard's fat cock," Luciano spat, his sneer dark and promising a slow ruin. "Jail will do for now. It keeps you alive just long enough for me to decide exactly how, piece by piece, I am going to dismantle you." A broken sob tore from Laura’s throat. She looked up at him through a blur of hot tears, pleading for a shred of mercy.But Luciano Mancini was entirely unmoved.Without breaking eye contact, he gave a curt nod to Luca. On command, Luca signaled one of the soldiers to seize Laura, preparing to personally oversee the booking at the precinct. In Luciano’s city, a word from him was both the evidence and the final verdict.Laura begged and wept as she was dragged across the floor, her heels scraping against the polis
"Luciano, you're just angry," Reid said, his tone utterly defeated. "You aren't hearing yourself. Don't do this. I love her. For my sake. Luciano, think of us—we're like brothers."Luciano’s face twisted into a dark, unforgiving grimace. "You stopped being my friend the moment you decided to hide a threat against my Rosie and my children. And you stopped being my right hand the moment you stood between me and her death. So why the fuck do you think I would care about your begging?"Reid didn't flinch at the Don's words. He had been by Luciano's side long enough to know exactly how ruthless and raw the Italian Don could be when he was hurt, betrayed, and angry.He cursed under his breath. He knew he had brought this down on himself. But no matter what Laura had done, he couldn't leave her to a fate like that. He would deal with her actions later, but right now, the pure death swirling in Luciano’s eyes made Reid desperate to save her at any cost."I told you, I take full responsibility
Watching a man who usually looked so dangerous and cold reduced to pure, breathless begging made something inside Rosa soften, if only by a fraction. She had known Reid since the day she married Luciano. He had never been a threat to her. In fact, back when Luciano wanted nothing to do with her, Reid had always been the one to show her a quiet, steady kindness.But then Luciano stormed toward Reid and punched him with the hand still holding the gun. The heavy metal made direct contact with skin, splitting Reid’s cheek open and leaving him groaning in pain."You motherfucker! You're using your favor to save that bitch?" Luciano roared, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him up to punch him even harder.Rosa bit her lip with a frown, watching the two best friends fighting ugly because of Laura. She looked over at Laura, who was just wincing as Reid took the hits, making absolutely no effort to stop Luciano or defend the man sacrificing himself for her. Such a selfish whore. Rosa grim
Luciano was at the mall, inspecting one of his vacant retail spaces. A complication with the previous tenants had escalated into a disturbance, requiring the police to be called to the scene. Normally, a situation this minor would be handled by Reid, but he was tied up elsewhere and wouldn't arrive
Rosa frowned. She could have easily snapped back, but she wasn’t going to waste her breath on a woman like Laura. She had more important things to do; she needed to finish up here and get to her lawyer's office, and she was already running behind schedule.Steeling herself, she averted her eyes and
Luciano was at the Grand Meridian attending a business meeting. When it ended, and he prepared to leave for his next appointment, his gaze caught a familiar figure crossing the marble floor. Rosa. Something cold and ugly twisted in his chest.His jaw clenched. What the hell is she doing here?She w
Rosa drifted into a deep sleep following their passionate sex, but rest eluded Luciano. His gaze remained fixed on her, his eyes refusing to blink even for a moment. Since she was facing away from him, he propped himself up on one arm to catch a clearer glimpse of her features.A few stray strands o







