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CHAPTER ELEVEN: The Ride Home
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2026-07-19 13:50:13
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Nobody slept that night.Ivy heard voices moving through the house until well past three, low and urgent, boots on gravel outside her window, the occasional crackle of a radio cutting through the quiet. She sat wrapped in a blanket by the window, watching torch beams sweep the treeline over and over, and didn't bother pretending to herself she'd be closing her eyes anytime soon.Every so often she caught fragments through the glass, a name here, a location there, none of it enough to piece into anything solid. At one point she saw Nero himself cross the courtyard, phone pressed to his ear, moving with the kind of tightly controlled urgency she'd only seen from him once before, that night in the rain with the man on his knees. Whatever he was hearing on that call, it wasn't good news.By seven, exhausted and restless in equal measure, she gave up entirely and went looking for coffee.She found the kitchen occupied. A man she didn't recognise sat at the long table, sleeves rolled, lapto
The Mafia King’s Forced Bride CHAPTER ELEVEN: The Ride Home
Neither of them spoke until the gates of the Castellano estate had shrunk to nothing in the rear window.Ivy sat with her hands folded tight in her lap, the red silk of her dress bunched slightly where she'd been gripping it under the table without realising. Beside her, Nero stared out at the dark river sliding past, jaw still set from dinner, one hand resting loosely on his knee like he was concentrating on keeping it there instead of somewhere else.She kept replaying the moment at the table, Marco's eyes narrowing over his wine glass, the whole room going quiet waiting to see if she'd crumble the way Antonio said other women had. She hadn't. She still wasn't entirely sure how.Her hand ached faintly where Antonio's fingers had brushed it, not from any real pain, just the phantom memory of unwanted contact, the same feeling she used to get after a bad shift behind the bar back home when some stranger assumed a drink bought more than it did.She glanced sideways at Nero. He hadn't l
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The dress arrived Thursday afternoon, exactly as promised, deep red silk with nothing extra to it, the kind of simple that cost more than complicated ever could. Ivy stood in front of the mirror Friday evening and barely recognised the woman looking back.Nero was waiting by the car when she came down, and something in his expression shifted the moment he saw her. Just briefly. Gone before she could name it, replaced by the same careful stillness he wore like a second skin."You'll do," he said."High praise.""From me, yes." He opened the car door himself, which surprised her. "Remember what we discussed.""Smile, stay quiet, don't encourage Antonio." She slid into the seat. "I remember."The Castellano estate sat on the river, older money than Nero's, quieter about it in a way that felt somehow more dangerous. Marco Castellano met them at the door himself, a broad, silver haired man with a handshake too firm to be friendly."Nero." He clapped him on the shoulder like old friends who
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She was at his study door at six exactly, dressed plainly like he'd asked, hair still damp from the bath she'd let the staff run for her that morning.He was already at his desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled, three phones lined up next to a laptop like weapons he hadn't decided which one to use yet."Sit," he said, not looking up.She sat. She'd learned by now that arguing about the small things wasted energy she needed for the bigger ones."The Castellanos," he said, still not looking at her, "run the east docks. We've had an arrangement with them for six years. Profitable for both sides, mostly quiet.""I don't know who that is.""You don't need to. You need to know that Marco Castellano is hosting a dinner Friday night, and he expects me to bring someone.""Bring someone.""A woman on my arm. It's tradition among people like us. A man without a woman looks unstable. Unstable men get tested." He finally looked up. "I intend to look very stable on Friday."Something cold settled in her
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"Who's Daniel."It wasn't a question. It came out flat, almost bored, but she'd learned enough about him in four days to know bored was never what it looked like."Nobody you need to worry about.""I wasn't worried." He stepped further into the room, rain still darkening the shoulders of his shirt. "I was curious. You told him not to call again.""You were listening.""I was standing in a doorway. You were loud enough for the whole corridor." He tilted his head slightly, studying her the way he always did, like he was reading something written just under her skin. "Boyfriend?""Was.""Was.""He gave me an ultimatum. I gave him an answer." She pulled her knees up tighter, chin lifted, refusing to let the shake in her hands show in her voice. "Not that it's your business.""Everything in this house is my business.""I'm not part of the house. I'm collateral, remember? You made that very clear."Something shifted behind his eyes. He crossed the room slowly, unhurried the way he always mo
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Ivy saw it from the window before she meant to.Down in the courtyard, an older man was on his knees in the gravel, hands raised, mouth moving fast enough that she could tell he was begging even through glass. Nero stood over him, jacket still buttoned, completely unbothered by the rain starting to fall.He hit him.Open palm, hard enough to snap the man's head sideways, and the sound of it must have carried because two of the guards standing nearby didn't even flinch. Like this was Tuesday. Like this happened often enough that nobody bothered reacting anymore.The man kept begging. Nero said something short, cold, and hit him again.Ivy's stomach turned over.She should have looked away. She couldn't. She stood frozen at the glass, hand pressed flat against her own mouth, watching a man twice Nero's age crumple in the mud while Nero stood over him like it cost him nothing at all.Then his head started to turn. Toward the house. Toward her window.She yanked the curtain shut so fast t
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