LOGINHow quickly do you want the next chapter? I told you the twist wouldn’t be easy, but wasn’t it worth the wait? Everything happening around them has a purpose, and this time, who played the part? We all know very well! lol!
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
Just as Luciano turned the corner, Rosa arrived at the other end of the hall. She saw his retreating back, but at that exact moment, Luciano turned around. Rosa froze.Pure, cold fear gripped her. She instinctively ducked against the wall, hiding behind a thick marble pillar. Luciano’s eyes swept th
Early that morning, Luciano’s grandmother’s condition suddenly took a turn for the worse. She began struggling to breathe and was rushed to the hospital immediately. As soon as Luciano received the news, he raced there.His grandfather was already by his wife's side, but the moment Luciano entered
Rosa’s face reflected her nervousness as she glanced at the tray. It was laid out with syringes, pills, and lines of powdered poison in neat rows. Her eyes snapped back to Luciano.“I… I don’t do drugs,” she whispered, her voice rushed and desperate.Reid poured whisky into a glass for Luciano—his u
The hum of the jewelry store lights was the only sound in the shop as Lucy’s shift came to an end. She had already cleared an early exit with her manager, as Renzo was with her today. A younger girl was already stepping in to take over her station at the counter.Lucy walked into the back office—th







