CH 1-10

Summary

Sergio is dangerous. A mafia kingpin turned vicious monster at a young age, he claims to own my soul and will kill anyone who touches his queen. He’s my father’s best friend, and though he’s off-limits, when he wants something, he gets it. I’ve fallen right into his twisted game, driven by a burning passion that has ignited a deadly love. Myia is mine; they tried to take her from me. I’ll bring hell down on anyone who stands in my way. She’s forbidden, but that hasn’t stopped me. Now, I’ve pulled her into my deadly war, and sins.

Prologue

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Prologue

Crimson blood pools around me as I stare at the lifeless body of the bastard who tried to steal my drugs and money. I had to slit his throat; there was no other way. Alberto grunts as he lifts him, tossing the corpse into a tub of acid. The stench of melting flesh fills the air, a grotesque reminder of the choice I made.

“This fucking stinks,” Alberto mutters, his shirt pulled over his nose, but I barely register it.

I’m numb to this shit. You have to be in this life; feelings will eat you alive. I watch the acid bubble and hiss, flesh disintegrating, and I remind myself of the rule: never cross me. An eye for an eye, always.

Once he’s gone, down the drain with the remnants of his existence, we’ll call the cleanup crew. I wipe my hands, feeling a mix of adrenaline and dread. The night swallows us as we leave the cabin, with no soul around and no streetlights to guide us. Alberto drives off into the darkness, the engine growling beneath the weight of our actions.

We always play music after a kill to calm my racing heart and clear my head. But tonight, the melody feels discordant. My thoughts drift to Veda, my mistress. I’ve known her longer than most people in my life; she’s dark enough to handle my demons. But I know she craves more than I can give. I have to end it—what we have is just a good fuck, a chemistry that ignites but can’t sustain.

As the road stretches into the void ahead, I wrestle with the urge to reach for something more profound, even as I know better. Love is a liability, and vulnerabilities can be deadly in my world. The night is still young, and there’s more chaos to navigate before I can confront the truth of what I feel. For now, I bury it deep and focus on the road, the pounding bass drowning out the conflict within.

This life isn’t for the weak. I became the Don, the one who ruled generations of Benintos. At sixteen, I was no longer innocent; I craved power, and my family stood beside me. I was born cold-hearted, thriving on the thrill of killing. Regrets? Only one—getting Oliva pregnant, leading to a loveless marriage.

“Take me to Veda’s,” I tell Alberto.

We drive in silence, with music playing in the background.

I step into the house I bought for her, the shower running. I strip and slide in, grabbing Veda. “Sir,” she gasps, dropping to her knees.

“Get up.” I want her one last time. I wash away my sins, bending her over, slamming into her, her moans filling the room.

I let myself enjoy this moment with her. It feels so good and right.

“Cum for me,” I command. She obeys, taking me with her, and I pull out, releasing my load on her.

“We have to stop this.” I think the words are cruel to end things like this. Do I care? No.

“I thought you loved me!” she cries.

“I don’t love you. I’m married. You were just a mistress.” I say harshly.

Her tears hit hard, and she struck my cheek. I pull my gun, my anger boiling.

“Do it again, and I’ll kill you.” I retort.

The tension thickens; I need her gone.

“I’m heading back home,” I say, shaking my head.

“Please don’t hurt me,” she pleads.

“Why are you still talking? I’ll kill you.” I growl.

I walk away, knowing the darkness within me is only growing.

Alberto pulls up, and I slam the door behind me.

“What happened?” He looks at me, shaking his head.

“Bitch was in love, hit me, and I wanted to put a bullet in her head. She said that she is moving, and that’s for the best. I was getting attached. That had to end,” I spat out, anger boiling.

He nods, understanding the rage as we head to the club. I need a drink, but I can’t shake off the feeling of disrespected trust. She knew my feelings from the start, and I didn’t care if I gave her hope. I bought her a house and showered her with things; she never complained while I maxed out my card. She loved the thrill of my world and the money that came with it, but when it got real, she wanted out. Just like Oliva—always wanting to leave but never actually doing it. She claims it’s love, but I know she’s scared to be alone and cut off from the cash, afraid she won’t see our son.

Then my phone buzzes. Oliva: *Elio wants you; he won’t stop crying for you.*

“Change of plans. I need to get home to Elio. He wants me,” I tell Alberto, who turns the car around without a word.

The future with Oliva is a mess. Veda can have that house; I was an asshole to her. Right now, all that matters is my son. He’s the only thing that keeps me grounded in this chaos.

Chapter One

Sergio

Part One

Thirty- eight

Oliva is getting dressed. She is beautiful. I should be thinking of her. My mind is on Myia. I always watch her from afar. She is stunning, her angelic face framed by soft curls, and her bright green eyes pull me in. I tried to ignore our pull and chemistry; she had flirted with and tempted me. Playing with fire, we both know we can’t go there off-limits; she is my best friend’s daughter.

“How do I look?” Oliva asked, twirling around like she was the center of the universe.

“Beautiful as the day I met you,” I replied, kissing her softly, but my mind was elsewhere.

“Then why didn’t you take advantage of me like you used to? Are we okay?” Oliva’s concern was palpable, but I could only think about Myia and that little punk Jake she was with.

“We’re good. I’m just running late. You know I’m punctual,” I said, trying to brush off her worries.

“Elio isn’t coming; he’s with his cousins. Salvatore has the guards at the house for the boys.” Oliva sprayed on floral perfume, and I couldn’t help but think about how the scent was sweet but not nearly as intoxicating as Myia’s vanilla and flowers.

“Kids these days have no manners. All they want to do is play video games,” I grumbled, feeling the familiar bitterness bubble up.

“Why would teenage boys want to be at a boring dinner party? Stop being grumpy,” she teased, kissing my cheek with that playful smile that used to melt my heart.

The driver is here, and we sit in silence.

As we pulled into the driveway of the charity event, I braced myself. This was for a good cause—helping kids with medical bills—but all I could think about was Myia and the fact that she was here, looking radiant while I was stuck in a loveless marriage, tethered by the bond of parenthood.

“Glad you guys made it! Mario is pouring, and Myia brought her date,” Fiona greeted us, her laughter infectious.

“Jake is a punk—not good enough for our girl,” I shot back, my jaw clenching at the thought of that kid with his arm around Myia.

“You guys need to accept it. These girls are getting older and will date, fall in love, and have kids. I see the double standards. It’s okay for the boys to be little whores?” Fiona said with a sass that made me grin begrudgingly.

“Exactly,” I agreed, the irony not lost on me.

“I think Jake is a good guy for Myia. She’s an intelligent girl,” Oliva chimed in, her slight smile a reminder of what we used to be.

The moment I caught sight of Myia again, all thoughts of Oliva faded. My heart raced as she stood there, bathed in a light that made me want to shield her from the world and all its complications. I approached, my heart pounding, the primal instinct to protect flaring.

“Myia, you look stunning,” I said, leaning in to kiss her cheek. The intoxicating scent of her filled my senses.

“You look handsome as always for an old grumpy man,” she teased, her smile bright enough to light up the room.

I couldn’t help but chuckle, but underneath it all, I felt a surge of possessiveness. “Sassy like her mother used to be. This grey hair is from her,” I joked, trying to mask the seriousness beneath.

“Jake, I see Mario is getting soft. You’d better take care of our girl. No touching,” I flashed Jake a grin, watching him squirm like a fish out of water.

“Stop, not you too. Jake, ignore these grumpy men. They can’t accept I’m a growing woman now and dating. They’ll come around,” Myia said, walking away with Jake, leaving me frustrated.

We took our seats, waiting for dinner to be serverd. I donated $80,000 per kid, which is nothing for me. My eyes wander, and then they land on Myia. She bends over her round, juicy ass on display, delicious enough to spank. I saw her in her little binkies, teasing me. I lick my lips. It is a primal feeling.

“Sergio, what the fuck.” Olivia says, cutting her eyes at me.

“Oliva, do you have a problem?” I ask calmly.

“You’re drooling over Myia. What is wrong with you?” she asks in disgust.

“I am a man; I have eyes. I would never fuck her. She is my family, my best friend’s daughter. I do have some morals.” I retort.

“You haven’t changed at all. So now you like little girls? How would you like to tell Mario?” Oliva says with a smirk, testing me.

“I am the fucking boss, you think that will do what?” I say in a low growl.

The food comes, and my brothers and cousins come to sit at the table. Ace handles things over in Italy, and here, with weapons and meetings, he runs teams and handles things when needed. Alberto is my right-hand man. He takes care of the hits ways with me. Mario is the underboss. My brother Salvatore is another underboss. We run two: one for Italy and one here in the US.

“You look pissed off. Who pissed in your Cheerios?” Salv asks with a grin.

“I am good,” I say, taking a bite of my food.

I can’t help but look over at Myia, who laughs at something that punk says, taking a bite of her food; sexually, I don’t even think she is trying to eat sext. It comes off naturally for her. I am starting to believe she was born to be mine. I am ready to say fuck it, cross that line. Myia gets up, walking, and my eyes follow.

My brother gives me a look. He fucking knows me better than I like to admit. He gives me a grin that I want to punch right off his pretty face. I wave to the waitress for another refill. I let the amber liquid burn down my throat; I watched her say something to her friend who had arrived. She looks over at me, and our eyes lock for a moment.

“Sergio, we need to discuss something,” Salvatore says with that look in his eyes.

We get up and walk to the bar. We go past her, and I smile at her with a wink. Her cheeks flush, and she smiles. This time, she turns away. She never says I wasn’t twisted. We all know I am not normal.

“Are you all right? You have been watching Myia the whole time. It looked like you were drooling,” Salv says with a laugh.

“I have eyes. Maybe she shouldn’t have worn that dress.” I say harshly.

“You are blaming her for your fucked up twisted mind?” He laughs.

“Fuck off, as I said, I have fucking eyes. She bent over earlier. I find her very attractive, more attractive than attractive. She is beautiful. I fucking looked. I know the boundaries.” I say this with a harsh tone in this conversation.

Just as we get our drinks, the fucking punk comes up, orders a beer, and grins. I want to laugh. He glances over at me and Salv with a fucking nod and grin on his face as he taps his fingers on the bar. People do that when they are nervous, and I know we are making him feel that way; our size alone is intimidating. I am enjoying it as I nod to him and raise my glass.

“Give me another whisky neat,” I tell the bartender.

I walk over to him. “Why don’t you hang out with the men and let the women talk?”

“Sure, thanks, man.” He says nervously as he takes a drink, making a face.

“Jake, you treating my baby girl right?” Mario came out of nowhere.

“Y-yes, sir,” he says nervously.

“Mario, sir, makes me feel old.” He says with power.

This will be fun. Myia is giving us the eye.

I need to stop obsessing over her. I push it aside, ready to have a good night with my family, and fuck Oliva while thinking of Myia, that is how it has been for the past few weeks

chapter Two

Myia

Twenty

They all have Jake over there, giving him drinks. I am worried; I know what they are doing, playing games with him and mocking him. They don’t like the idea of me dating. I know my dad’s reason, and I think I know Sergio’s reason. When I came here at sixteen, I crushed on Sergio hard. I thought I was over it, but then, in the last few months, those feelings came back. I have hinted to Sergio. I saw desire, and I know he wants me, too.

When Sergio touches me or winks at me, he ignites a path of fire through my body just by his hand touching mine. I bent over, knowing he was watching me. Jake isn’t who I want. The man I want is off-limits; I can’t have him. I watched the way he kissed Oliva, wishing he was kissing me like that.

“What is going on? ″ Luna says with a grin.

“They are messing with Jake. I should go over there and check on him.” I say with concern.

“Well, let’s go check on him. I want to say hello to Ace; that man is dark. I am going back for more.” Luna grins big.

“I don’t need details,” I say with a slight chuckle.

“Wait, I need to get something off my chest. It’s with Oliva. I know it makes me sound like a bad person. I want a man older to know what it feels like.” I let out my truths.

“ I was not expecting that. I think you need to leave Jake before someone gets hurt,” Luna says sternly. I nod in agreement.

“I know Jake was there; he helped me void my pain of losing my mother. I love him; we are missing something there. When Sergio touches me or looks at me, a fire ignites inside my body, and even my core gets hot.” I say breathless, thinking about him.

“You need to be careful. These are not men you play games with.” Luna says with a concerned tone.

We walk over to the guys.

“Jake, you okay? Do you want to leave honor to a club?” I ask him while cutting my eyes at them.

“He is having drinks with the men. He is family,” Sergio says with a devilish grin and a sexy-as-hell accent.

“I am hanging with the men, getting to know your dad and uncle. I am fine, baby,” Jake says with that boyish grin.

“Jake, are you sure? They are mocking you.” I say with anger.

“Come on, let him have fun with the boys, you women. Go gossip. I need to get to know my future son-in-law,” Dad says, patting him on the back hard.

“Dad, please don’t be hard on him; he’s not like you guys.” I give him a pleading look.

“Come on, let’s go by Fiona,” Luna says as she pulls me away.

“I hate that they deny to the men I date.” I snarl, looking over at them, messing with poor Jake.

“I have known Jake since we were like five. He can fight, maybe not your dad and Sergio. He is not this weak little boy you keep picturing. Figure your shit out.”

“I will.” She is right.

Fiona smiles. Oliva is standing by her side as she speaks. She looks over, giving me a dirty look. I cut my eyes back at her. She is fucking a bitch, and thinks she is better than the rest of us because she is with Sergio. I could take your man if I want to bitch. I am not sure where that thought came from.

“They are messing with Jake. Can’t you do something with them? You are the only one who can stop Dad.” I say, pleading with Fiona now.

”You know how they are. Jake is a big boy; let them work it out. How men are who is the top Alpha.” Fiona says, looking over, smiling, she gives Dad a look.

“Especially Sergio, he’s on a high of acting all alpha, I think he wants to see other women again. He has been acting standoffish.” Oliva says with disgust, masking her pain.

“You agreed to an open marriage. I would never tell you that I love you and want only me. You need to figure it out, girl, you used to be happy, now you’re a bitch.” Fiona says, telling it like it is. She has always been that way.

“I think we need couples therapy, he won’t go, so I will have to step my game up,” Oliva says, downing her drink.

“Divorce is an option too,” Fiona says, giving zero fucks.

So they are having issues, would I be a bad person if I play on that to get what I want, that is Sergio? I am not the innocent girl they all think I am. I am not a shy girl, I know what I want. I look over as Jake is fucking laughing, and Sergio keeps grabbing him by the shoulders, manhandling him, showing him who the Alpha is. I cut my eyes at my father, and he says something. I do have some pull with Dad. I am his little girl, and we have a strong bond.

Luna, that bitch went off by Ace, left me here tended for myself, and knows how I feel about Oliva. I always got the feeling she was jealous of me. I don’t fucking care.

“They are like animals, man-hamdling Jake. He is strong and can fight not men like dad, and Sergio. They need to fucking stop.” I snarl feeling anger build up I am twenty not sixteen.

“Sergio is aggressive these days especially when drinking. He won’t hurt Jake doe no reason just them saying leave our girl away. He loves you as his niece.” She gives me a fake smile.

“I know, still annyoing I am a woman, twenty not a little girl. I am going to get Jake I am tired want to go home.” I say walking away.

“Baby, we were invited back to Sergios for drinks after the dinner.” Jake smiles at me.

“No, j am going home and so are you. I am tired. You are drunk and had enough. You can’t keep up with them.” I say softly pleading with him to get the duck away.

“I am good, your dad is finally accepting me. We been togather a year he never liked me to now.” Jake is happy. I don’t have the heart to tell him they are mocking him.

“No.” I say angeyily.

“She said no. I am leaving!” Jake yells out.

“I will have my driver take him home. You are not staying at his house. Not to I meet his mom and dad.” Dad say in a authrotive tone.

“Are you being for real? I am twenty.” I say with anger.

“Fine he comes back. Will sleep alone in guest room. I guess he will be my son-in-law soon. Couldn’t you have chosen a stronger man.” Dad says shaking his head.

“Wow, you are so sweet.” I say sarcastically.

chapter Three

Myia

After school, I head home. Going up the stairs, I see Mom’s door open. She is lying there in puke, stiff and blue. I scream at them. Mom gets up and moves far away; I can’t reach her.

I open my eyes as I lie on the bed. We came back to Sergio’s, and he gave us separate rooms. Jake was sick, so I took care of him. Not sure when I went to bed. Mom is gone, and I have the same dream every night.

It is dark, and I feel parched. I get up, finding my way to the kitchen. I go into the fridge for a drink of water. I am sweating and shaking, and tears fall down my face. This dream was different from the rest. I turn and knock into a big body, and it is him. He has no shirt on. He is covered in tattoos. I look like a mess, and stand back. His hands reach out as he wipes the tears from my face.

“Kitty, are you okay?” he asks with a concerned tone.

“Just the same dream I have of my mother,” I say through my tears.

“I know it’s hard. I am here for you. I will always take care of you, Myia,” he says as he caresses my cheek.

“I know you are. Sergio.” I say breathlessly.

“I know, Myia. I am so fucking sorry. I get nightmares often.” He says, leaning in closer.

His lips touch mine as he kisses me softly. He gets more aggressive as he takes the oxygen from my lungs. His hands wander up and down my body. I want him so bad. This is wrong, but why does it feel right?

Fire ignites inside me, and my core is soaked.

“Sergio,” I say as he touches my lips.

I want more. He knows it.

He comes closer.

He grabs my hand, and we walk downstairs. He opens a door and shuts and locks it. My heart is pounding. He leans in, kissing me deeply and passionately. He breaks the kiss.

“You shouldn’t be thinking about a man like me. I am dangerous and dark. I am not the man you want, but the one you need and crave. I crave your light and innocence,” Sergio says in a low growl.

“I am not innocent. I know what I want. I can handle you, ” I sass him.

“Get on your knees. Then tell me if you can handle me.” He is stern and assertive.

I do as he says. My body and mind naturally obey him.

He pulls down his pajama pants. His cock is free and huge. I lick my lips at the same time. Can I do this? I

I want to do this.

He is big.

How can I fit him in my mouth?

I never gave a blowjob before.

“Open your mouth; I am going to show you I will own you,” he growls as he grips my jaw, and my mouth opens.

He thrust, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, choking tears forming in my eyes, but I quickly blinked them away. He wipes my tears away. He doesn’t slow down. He thrusts in and out.

S-Sergio.” I tried speaking around his huge cock.

“This is what you wanted, Myia. You wanted a dark, dominant man like me. You played with fire. Now you’re going to burn with me. I am not going to be gentle on you, Kitty.” He replied with power.

He thrust in and out, taking my breath away as I choke on his cock.

“Breathe through your nose, kitty. You can do it. Show me how you can handle me.” He growls, coxting me.

I breathe through my nose, relaxing my throat. You can do this and show him you can handle his darkness and his enormous cock. I chant to myself. He thrust more profoundly, and I felt his cock slide down the back of my throat. He pushed harder fucking my face; he was not being gentle. He moves in and out, and his fingers grip my head. The sensation only makes my core hotter and wetter. This is intoxicating. As he moves, my eyes are watering, and I gag still. I twist my tongue with his approval moans, and I use my hand. He likes this. I look up at him as we lock eyes.

“Kitty, you look so pretty like this. Keep doing that with your hand and tongue,” he growls with authority.

His enormous shaft thrusts in and out of my mouth, and he moves in and out faster.

His eyes roll back, and he moans so deeply and primitively. My jaw is sore from this too much. He pulls me up as I let out a whimper. He was in control. He took my top off. I had no bra. He played with my nipples. I could climax just from him doing that. He moves, removing my pajamas and panties. I stand bare, and he licks his lips.

“You’re so wet. Your pussy is beautiful,” he says as he plunges two fingers into my core.

He moved his fingers in and out. My eyes rolled back. He growled so primal. He removes his fingers, shoving them in my mouth.

I suck them clean.

I’ve never been so turned on before tasting a mixture of us. He picked me up, carried me, he tossed me onto the bed. He hovers over me, his cock at my entrance. He growls in a low, animalistic voice. He slowly pushes his way inside my aching core. This burn he is ripping me in two feels like he is all the inside of me. He remains still so I can adjust. Will I ever change? He leans down, kissing me slowly.

“Now I am going easy on you, Kitty.” he has a sinister grin.

He thrusts into me hard, moving in and hot. He knows the spot. He hits it. My toes curl, and pleasure burns through my veins.

I scratch my nails down his back to his ass as he hisses out. He thrust deeply inside me, pounding into me. I cry out, tears running down my cheeks. I am dripping around his stiff, thick shaft. I am so close to climaxing. He pulls out, flipping me over. I’m not sure if I can handle him like this.

“Kitty, beautiful, your little asshole is tempting.” he lets out a chuckle.

I reached my climax, and my eyes rolled back in my head. I whimpered, and then he reached for me, his hand gripping my hair. He thrust deeper inside me, my wet, hot core. I cry out, climaxing hard, gushing, he is not letting up.

“Sergio.” I cry out.

“Kitty, I am going easy on you, next time I am spanking you’re ass, not allowing you to cum to I say.” He growls out.

“Sergio, please..!” I scream out.

“So tight and beautiful and mine now.” He growls with promise.

He thrusts harder. I fear the next orgasm. It hurts so good. He thrusts in and answers, getting sloppy. He receives another orgasm as I scream, our so intense. His cock pulsates inside me, jerking as I feel his hot cum. He slowly pulls out of me. I collapse, and he brings me close to him. My eyes feel heavy.

I sit up fast, looking around.

Chapter Four

Myia

I can’t believe I stayed down here.

I grab my phone, seeing a text from Sergio.

I fucked him.

He was everything I wanted, and I want more.

I should feel guilty for cheating on Jake, and I don’t. I go to the shower like he texted. There are fresh clothes, and I turn on the water. I am sore. I step in, letting the hot water run down my body. Washing up, I turn it off and grab a towel. Now, guilt creeps up. How can I face Serigo or Jake?

I slip my pajamas back on and walk up the stairs. Sergio, his son, Elio, his cousin, and Jake are all in the kitchen. Where are Dad and Fiona?” Jake comes over, trying to kiss me, but I turn away fast. I’m not doing that.

“Coffee and breakfast are ready. Sit.” Sergio is demanding that I do as he says.

Jake hands me my coffee and food. He sits across from me. Sergio sits next to me. Memories of last night’s events; his scent is intoxicating.

My core is wet just thinking about him.

The bite of eggs bursts in my mouth. I down it with delicious coffee.

“Did my dad and Fiona leave?” I ask, looking around.

“They left early. Elio took them home, ” Sergio says, looking at his phone.

“Papa, I am leaving to go train,” Elio says, grabbing the keys and phone.

“Better fucking train.” Sergio holds power in the room.

“Si. Bye, Myia.” Elio says, grinning at me.

“Bye, have a good day,” I say, smiling.

Jake is quiet, either taking it all in or feeling sick.

He drank a lot.

Oliva comes in. She smiles at us, comes over, and kisses Sergio. I feel a ping of jealousy. I have no right. That is her husband. Yet I know it will happen again. I am selfish and greedy, and I want what I want. The chemistry is there. Sergio’s hand runs up my thigh while he looks at the phone. He is such a manner of fact.

“Ready? I have to get home and sleep all day.” Jake says, holding his head.

“I told you to stop drinking. Yeah, I am ready.” I say with a small smile.

“Jake, you go ahead. I promised Mario I would get myia home. Take care.” Sergio says, with a grin that shows his teeth, that he’s all alpha.

“That means a lot. Are you okay, Myia? It would save time for me, you live out of the way, and I may throw up more.” James says, holding his stomach.

“I am fine. Go,” I say as I take a bite of my food and finish it.

Oliva takes a seat across from us. Jake kisses me on the head. He says bye and walks out the door. Part of me wants to tell him, and part of me is selfish, but I still want to hold onto him. Oliva looks at me, then Sergio.

”Myia, are you going back to college?” Oliva is making small talk.

“Yeah, in the fall. I plan to open a boutique by next year.” I give her a small smile.

“Never depend on a man or get married because of falling pregrant, especially when they are selfish men who like to cheat,” Oliva says, cutting her eyes at Sergio.

“You agreed to an open marriage, knowing what you were getting into. This conversation isn’t the right time. Myia, get your things. We need to leave. I have a meeting.” He says harshly.

“Okay. I will be fast.” I offer a small smile.

I go into the bedroom, grab my dress and heels, and put them into my bag. It’s a good thing Fiona told me to pack an overnight bag. I should be ashamed of myself, yet I am not at all.

I shut the door behind me as I make my way down. Sergio is waiting. He looks pissed off.

“Bye, Liv.” I gave her a warm smile.

“Bye, see you tomorrow, helping you guys with charity for next month,” Oliva says over her shoulder.

We leave, heading to the car. Sergio opens the door for me. I get in, watching him walk to his side. He gets in, and he immediately grabs my chin. He leans in, kissing me deeply.

The thrill of getting caught makes my core wet. He breaks the kiss, starting his car.

“You realize that you belong to me now.” His tone is illuminating. I understand what he is saying.

“This can’t happen again. You’re married, and I am with Jake. You’re my dad’s best friend. What are we doing?”I’m feeling riveted by this man; he holds power, I can’t stay away, and I am lying to myself.

“It will happen again. You’re packing your things, and we are telling your dad that I’m giving you a summer job as my assistant. He knows I am looking for one.” He says powerfully, “I am not asking; I am telling you.”

“You’re very sure of yourself, to assume I would agree to that and to think my father would go for it,” I say, flashing him a grin.

“Your dad wouldn’t question it. Don’t get sassy with me, I can be so much more dominant than I was last night.” he is nefarious, I imagine he likes this with his men.

“Asshole, you think you can get what you want because of who you are. That won’t work with me. I am not like all the other women.” I say my tone dripping with sass.

“You went to your knees last night, looked incredibly beautiful doing it. You will be lying across my lap getting your ass spanked to it turns red to realize who is in charge. Don’t test me, Kitry.” He says, holding power, my core is dripping with need.

We pull up to the house, and he would believe it, because I am looking for a summer job until fall. We step out of the car, he being cold, keeping his distance from me. I open the door, and the aroma of cupcakes hits my nostrils. Fiona loves to bake. Dad smiles at me.

“I offered the job to Myia.”

Dad nods as we head into the kitchen. I am nervous now.

Chapter Five

Sergio:

“I offered Myia that job.” I smile at Mario.

“Myia, is that what you want to do, work with this old grumpy asshole, travel with him for the summer? I know you were looking for a summer job.” Mario says with humor.

He looks at Myia to see if this is what she wants.

“Yes, I can handle his grumpiness. The job is perfect.” Myia says, smiling as she looks over at me.

Little Minx is challenging me.

“Keep my little girl safe is all I ask. I trust you with her. So does this mean you won’t be around Jake much? I don’t like him; he’s not right.” Mario says, giving his true feelings about Jake.

No man will be good enough for his little girl.

I am not a good man.

I claimed Myia; she is mine to keep.

I don’t care who gets hurt in the end, besides my son. Olivia is nothing; I am done with her.

I feel this deep connection with Myia.

I am selfish.

“I will keep her safe and make sure she behaves. Myia, you should pack. We leave for California around eight.” I was stern, but she understood the underlying message.

“Dad, Jake is a sweet person. I probably won’t be with him anymore.” Myia sighs

“Fiona is upstairs. I will ask her to help. Spend time with Mav, too. I will be ready by seven.” Myia says, excusing herself.

“She needs this travel and work. I know she still struggles with the loss of her mother. I have a hard time forgiving myself. I wish I had done more. I don’t want her working the illegal side like the last assistant did. The less she knows, the better.” Mario says with pain that he quickly recovers from.

“I agree. You know I protect her with my life. You did the best you could. She loves you and knows you are a good father.” I say with a warm smile, meaning every word.

I will protect her with my life.

Mario hands me a drink. “Enough of this mushy girly talk. I will see you guys in a few days for the meetings. I wanted to let you know I am taking Fiona to France. Mav is staying with her Ma. Going next month for a couple of weeks.”

“Ace can handle your part while you’re gone. I am going to pack. Ending things with Oliva, I am done with her.” I say, let the amber liquid burn down my esophagus.

“You know what I say. Happy wife, happy life. Or divorce her already.” Mario says with a shrug.

“Can’t please her these days. Divorce is the way to go. I have a new woman, she is fun.” I say with a grin.

“Go pack, good luck.”

I nod, getting up.

I head out to the car.

I can’t wait to have Myia to myself.

I lick my lips, thinking about her. I pull out, knowing Oliva will want to go. I need to be honest with myself and leave her. Buy her a house and give her a few million.

The drive was me thinking of cutting it off with Myia. I do not believe this is right.

She thinks she isn’t innocent; she is, just like I knew last night was her first time sucking a cock. She was practically a virgin.

She didn’t need me fucking her life up. Oliva is right; I fucked her life up when she married me. She was kidnapped, and things happened; I forced her into an open marriage. For many years, I tried to be faithful to a better husband. There is no love on my part.

I pull in with a sigh, just knowing there is going to be a fight.

I get out, heading inside.

I already have my things packed in my room.

We have separate rooms and sleep together twice a week. I told her I wanted space a few months ago, but now I am unsure what I want. Oliva comes out of the kitchen in her yoga pants and tank top, looking sweaty from a workout. Oliva is beautiful, don’t get me wrong, she doesn’t look her age. She did have some work done, but not a lot.

“Join me in the shower before you leave?” Oliva says with a seductive look in her eyes.

“Oliva, we need to talk,” I say, pointing to the couch.

I need to rip the Band-Aid off.

“I am not stupid. You fucked, Myia, didn’t you?” Oliva asks with pain in her eyes.

“No, she is Mario’s little girl. What is wrong with you? I want a divorce. It’s time. I will buy you a house in Florida, as your sister wanted, and give you ten million. We both know this marriage is over. Elio can visit.” I say, feeling relieved.

Good fucking riddance.

“This is it. Are we over? Fifteen million, I sign papers by next week. I knew this was coming. I wish you had let me go long ago because you know I am in love with you. Now you can have that little whore. I see how she looks at you, and this morning, I saw the chemistry, which killed me.” Oliva blinks away the tears.

“Be out by the time I get back,” I say coldly, not even denying her claims.

“You won’t even deny it,” Olivia says through pain.

I will make sure I set the codes for the rooms and my office. Elio expressed that he wanted to live with me.

Oliva isn’t perfect. She wasn’t a good mother. She had two nannies when I was away. I was there for him. He always had me, and he still does. That is part of the reason I stopped loving her. Oliva cares about social status and money, one-upping her friends and family. She loves Elio, and let’s be honest, she loves the money and her lifestyle going out more.

I head to the room and shower to pack. I need to relax while we are in California. I haven’t relaxed enough to take a vacation in a few years. All work and stress at home.

Chapter Six

Myia

I hear the waves crashing around us, and we laugh as we eat our food and have a few drinks. When he smiles, it does something to me. I find myself laughing with him, and he is funny. His guard is down here with me, and I am letting my guard down with him as well. This feels exotic.

“Myia, I needed this day. I haven’t been this relaxed in a long time. You are so beautiful.” Sergio says as he pours me another drink.

I gave him a small smile. “I feel the same. I am having fun with you. I like this side of you: carefree. Laughing makes you more human.”

“Let’s go swimming, cool off. I have been wanting to see you in that little bikini we bought, ” he says, licking his lips.

His eyes are dark with desire.

I finish my cocktail; he pays the bill. I have my bikini on under my sundress. I really like Sergio. He is everything I want, the man I need. I haven’t seen him much in years. Since he’s been back, we have this chemistry.

Now he has been open with me, more carefree.

“Ready.” He says with a smile.

I smile. “Yes.”

We head to the beach. He already had a blanket and towels in a bag he had brought for us. We walk on the white sand and find a table. I take my dress off as his eyes wander over my body. I am wearing a white bikini, which is very sexy.

I am feeling it.

He takes off his shirt, showing off his ink and his hard body. He grabs my hand, pulling me along. We make it to the ocean. As the waves crash into me hard, almost knocking me over, we walk further into the water. We are going deeper into the deeper parts of the water. I swim and dive underwater, enjoying the view, and I come up. Sergio’s eyes are on me. He swims around me and picks me up. We lock eyes. I think he is going to kiss me, and then he throws me in the air as I scream, crashing underwater and coming up laughing.

“Asshole,” I say playfully.

I splash water in his face.

He comes at me as I swim away fast. He ends up catching me, and we lock eyes. This time, his lips touch mine softly as he deepens the kiss.

This kiss is addicting. I am hooked; the world around us fades away as he moves his tongue with mine. The oxygen is leaving my lungs with a slow burn. He breaks the kiss as we make eye contact. He rubs his thumb over my bottom lip and pushes it into my mouth. I suck his thumb as I twirl my tongue and smirk as he pulls his thumb out. He smashes his lips into mine again, kissing me with fire. I run my hands through his hair, wanting more than he can give me right now.

“Fuck Myia, what are you doing to me?” He growls out, nipping at the flesh of my neck.

“I can ask the same question,” I say, panting.

“Come on, I am taking you to my penthouse,” Sergio says as I want to protest.

I walk out with him. He wraps a towel around me. He leans in, stealing a kiss. A stolen kiss is always the best kiss. He is showing me just how much he wants me. I fucking want him, no matter how wrong this is. His fingers grip my hair, and his lips move to my neck as he nips and sucks. I should walk away and stop this. I like the high I am feeling, and I have never had this sexual chemistry with anyone. We walk to the car, and he opens the door for me, and we pull out of the parking lot. I know this can’t happen. I go to say it out loud, but the words don’t leave my mouth.

I open the door, stepping out as he walks around, grabbing my hand. We walk through big, fancy doors where he enters a code, and they open. This place is lovely. We make it to the elevator, and once the doors are closed, he is attacking and kissing me hard.

His hands move to my ass. He grips me hard and lifts me as my legs wrap around his body. Sergio carries me while we kiss, still crashing into walls. He puts me down as he opens a door.

He slams the door closed.

“I am going to make you feel so good.” He whispers in my ear, setting me on fire.

He picks me up, running up the stairs with me, it feels like. He throws me on the bed and smiles as he unties the top. He goes right to my nipple. I close my eyes, and my nipples harden as he sucks and bites lightly on them. His wet, soft tongue feels so damn good.

I feel my pussy pool with wetness. He knows what he is doing, and my fingers run through his hair. He licks softly between my breasts. He moves as if he is spelling out words of what he feels. He licks down to my stomach and places soft kisses on my stomach. He swirls his tongue around my navel, he moves my bottoms down my legs, and once they are off, he assaults my clit, moves with power, and the pressure feels so good as my eyes roll, my legs shake, and I pull on his hair. His tongue is magical.

“Sergio, you make me feel good, fuck.” I moan out as I feel my body letting go.

Those beautiful colors dance around the room. The pressure builds, tingles, and fire runs through my body. That ebullition is close; my moans are louder, and I let go. Fireworks go off. I gush over his tongue. He lifts with a sly smile.

“Fuck, you are so sweet, small, and taste good, kitty.” He says as he is above me.

Chapter Seven

Sergio

I knew this was a bad idea, but I couldn’t stop her fucking giving me what I wanted.

I stand here admiring her body. I felt something, and it felt right. She owned my soul.

I won’t tell her that just yet.

I am blessed.

She came to me as a submissive; she gifted me, and now it’s a gift she will never get back. I want it forever. I get above her as I look down at her face, those plump, juicy lips, a natural light shade of red. I lean in, kissing her hard as my tongue invades her mouth and she tastes herself. I take control and lose myself in her taste, scent, all of it. I break the kiss and inhale her vanilla citrus scent, and I lift my big, heavy cock in my hand. It is leaking with pre cum, and it is ready to claim what is his.

“I am going to fuck you so hard,” I growl out.

I slam into her tight, wet pussy, and fuck, I could jet off right now. She grips me like a vise. I am fucking sweating as I pound hard into her hell because that is where I am going to hell. I fucking lit the flames, and they are getting higher and higher. I thrust in and out of her tight pussy as hard as I can. The sound of her screams fills the room with her moans and my growls. I am like a fucking animal with her as I claim my prey. I will never get enough of her, and I am done. I want her as mine. This woman is the one who needs to be my wife.

“Sergio!” She cries out loudly.

“That is it, take this big cock. You are mine and will be my wife soon.” I growl, thrusting in and out of her bliss.

I slam into her hard and keep going. She is taking it well. Her nails scratch into my flesh, hands running through my hair. I know she wants to let go and cum for me. She is close. I feel it. She is tighter and soaking wet.

“Cum.” I say with power.

“Sergio. Oh… fuck yes!” She cries out.

She screams, and I feel her climax hard around me.

The warmth floods my cock and drips down my balls, the wetness enveloping us both. Wave after wave of pleasure hits her, and I can see her holding her breath, lost in the moment.

I give her a light slap on the cheek as she gasps for air, our focus narrowing to just us. I can’t help but call out her name as I pulse deep inside her, every sensation sending shocks of pleasure racing to my toes. I’ve never experienced an orgasm this intense, this solid. I pull out slowly, watching my cum drip from her pretty little pussy, a sight that ignites something primal within me.

“I meant every word of what I said. I’m making you my wife,” I declare, my voice rough and commanding.

“I know, I am all yours. We connected. My soul belongs to you, Sergio,” she breathes, still panting, and I can see the truth in her eyes.

As we step into the bath, the silence wraps around us, heavy with unspoken promises. I inhale her scent, savoring the moment while formulating my next move. She’ll move in with me soon. I won’t let her slip away, not now or ever.

The divorce with Olivia will be a breeze with the prenup; she has already agreed to an amount and a house.

“I want you to move in with me one day. I need you with me every day, ” I say, caressing her cheek.

She looks at me, dizzy from the whirlwind of emotions. “Things are moving too fast, and my head is spinning,” She sighs.

I can see the spark in her eyes, the thrill of surrendering to this dark intensity we’ve created together.

“The Heart wants what the heart wants, and I am greedy. You’re moving in soon, and we will face your father and everyone.” I lean in, kissing her softly.

“You won’t take no for an answer, will you?” She says with a beautiful smile.

“No,” I say with a stone-cold face.

Fuck this is insane in reality.

I can’t help myself.

I love the smell of gasoline. I lit the match, and I am not denying it.

I have always liked to play with fire; I burn everything in my path, and Myia is no exception for me. I will make hell on earth for those I love and my empire, and I honestly fear nothing or no one. I am king for a reason, and I run this empire, so she will not leave me. If she does, she has no idea what will come her way. She agreed to be mine. She needs to handle that punk before I do. He bee. Texting her.

“I have shit to do. Handle that punk. I will be back later, and we can talk more about this, Kitty. Let’s get out of this tub.” I say as I help her up.

I dried off, feeling the lingering heat of the moment as she lay there on the bed, exquisite and tempting. My obsession with her runs deep; I’m hooked, and I’ll never get enough. I know I’m not a nice man. When someone dares to mess with what’s mine, there are consequences. Sharing isn’t in my nature. I’ve hurt people for far less than a careless word. If I’m in a forgiving mood, you might walk away—maybe.

This life is ruthless, and my father taught me well. I’ve tried to break the cycle, but the truth is, my son is softer than I ever was. Some might say I have a heart of stone, blackened by the world, but I reserve my love for a select few—my family. Family is everything to me, whether by blood or bond. If you’re loyal to my family, you have my protection; betray that, and you’ll wish you hadn’t.

Myia is sleeping peacefully, a tempting sight that pulls at my instincts. I crave her, but duty calls. I’m heading to my club now, where the stakes are high. I have a meeting with the Irish mob and the Byrne family, specifically with Ronan Byrne himself. This could get ugly fast if things don’t go as planned. We share a common enemy—the Russian mob, the Slovaks. Things are about to get messy.

As I slide into the car, the engine roars to life beneath me, a reminder of the power I wield. Every mile toward the club heightens my anticipation. I’m not just fighting for my life but for what’s mine. This deal could tip the scales in our favor or plunge us into a bloodbath. I won’t let that happen. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect my family and secure our position. The moment I step into that club, I’ll command respect and ensure that everyone knows crossing me is a mistake they won’t live to regret.

Chapter Eight

Sergio

As I step into the club, an unsettling feeling crawls under my skin. The air thrums with energy, but I sense something brewing beneath the surface. Fear has no place in my life; I’ve learned that much. In this world, you must wear a mask of fearlessness, even when the shadows whisper threats of danger. I leave my car behind, confident that no one would dare cross me.

With a composed demeanor, I enter and adjust my tie—a small ritual before stepping into the chaos of VIP. The music hits me like a pulse, a reminder of the life I lead. My brother and cousins are gathered, the air thick with the scent of ambition and danger. Ronan’s hand extends, and I grasp it firmly, the grip a silent acknowledgment of our unspoken bond.

“Great to see you, Sergio,” he says, though I can see the storm brewing behind his smile.

“Same, Ronan. Let’s talk about our problem,” I reply, cutting straight to the chase. This isn’t a social call; it’s a war council.

He chuckles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Right to business, I see.”

I let out a small, humorless laugh. Business is all I know, and I won’t waste time pretending we’re friends. Respect is the currency of our relationship, and it runs deep, but trust? That’s a different matter entirely. The Irish have their ways—confessions in church followed by bloodshed—and I’ve learned to keep my distance. They might need me, but I’ll never forget what I am: a Sicilian. We are the titans of this underworld.

“We’re taking out the Slovak family. You’ve got a solid plan,” Ronan says, pain carving lines into his face. “They killed my wife. You know how personal this is for me.”

The gravity of his words hangs in the air, and I can feel the same rage simmering within me. “Then we’ll meet at the warehouse and set everything up. Now let’s drink, my friend.” I raise my glass, our shared vengeance heavy on my heart.

As whiskey flows and the cigars light up the darkened corners of the room, I feel alive. Every sip ignites the fire within me. I think of Myia, my son, and the war ahead. The Slovaks took my brother, and I swore an oath to avenge him. Blood will spill, and the darkness that lurks in my soul is eager to unleash its fury.

“After the Slovaks are dealt with, let’s talk about expanding our territories,” I propose, my voice low and commanding. The glint of ambition ignites in Ronan’s eyes.

“Absolutely. We need to send a message,” he replies, and the others nod, their expressions hardening with resolve.

The night stretches on, filled with strategies and promises of retribution. The music pulsates, a backdrop to our dark intentions. I know tonight will be pivotal—a turning point towards vengeance or something more sinister. But that’s our game, and I’m ready to embrace it. The shadows are waiting, and they will soon know our wrath.

”You should fly to Ireland and bring the family someday,” Ronan says with that boyish grin.

“Maybe,” I say coldly.

I order another whisky neat, my mind drifting to thoughts of Myia, her body wrapped around me, igniting a fire I can’t extinguish. I know I’ll never get enough of her. I had shared my feelings with Ace and Alberto that I’ve been seeing Myia, and both warned me it might not be the best idea. Yet, the thrill pulls me more profoundly, as if the risk only makes my desire for her more intense. With every sip, I weigh the warnings against the undeniable chemistry that keeps drawing me back.

I’m calling it a night, but I can’t shake the feeling that my work here isn’t done. I’ll let Albero and Ace handle the details; they’ve got the skills to manage it all while I step away. I rise, extending my hand for a firm shake, grounding myself in the moment.

I catch Ace’s gaze, sharp and questioning. “You sure you know what you’re doing?” he asks, skepticism dripping from his words.

I smirk, the tension in the air thickening. “No, but will that fucking stop me? Myia is mine.” The conviction in my voice hangs heavy, a declaration of intent.

They shake their heads, but I can see the flicker of respect behind their uncertainty. I won’t let doubt sway me; I’m ready to fight for what I want. This is just the beginning.

The driver is here. I get in. All I can think about is getting a taste of Myia’s sweet pussy. I lick my lips, grinning at the best obsession. I arrive, walk fast, make it to the elevator, and get impatient. Once the elevator doors open, I hurry and punch in the code. I open the doors, heading to the room.

I find myself drawn to Myia, lying there with the covers pushed aside, her pussy glistening softly in the light. The warmth radiates from her, and I can’t help but inhale deeply, taking in her intoxicating scent. As she stirs, my heart races with anticipation. I lean down closer, my breath mingling with the air around us.

With a gentle flick of my tongue, I tease her most sensitive spot, feeling her body react under my touch. The warmth of her skin against my lips sends shivers down my spine, igniting a fire within me that I can’t ignore. Just as she moans, my phone keeps going off.

“This better fucking be important!” I shout on the phone.

“The club was attacked, and we lost.” The phone is cutting out.

“Were there casualties lost?”

The phone cuts out.

Chapter Nine

Sergio:

The pain inside me is a raging fire, consuming everything in its path. I should have been there. I knew this was coming, but I let myself get lost in Myia while chaos unfolded around us. Now, I stand here with Ace, who’s just lost his brother. I’ve lost my best friend. The weight of it all is suffocating. I need to tell Myia—we’re at war. There will be blood, and they will pay for their actions. Lives are on the line, and I refuse to let their sacrifice be forgotten.

“I can’t believe this happened,” Uncle Matto’s voice crackles through the phone, thick with pain. “They will pay, and I want revenge. You hear me, Sergio?”

His words cut through me like a knife, igniting a fury I can’t contain. “They will get what’s coming to them; blood will flow for their sins,” I vow, my voice a low rumble of anger.

Myia looks at me, her eyes misty, seeing a side of me she’s never faced before. This is who I am now. I swore to protect her, and I won’t back down. My son will be safe, no matter what it takes. This isn’t just about revenge; it’s about making sure no one else endures the pain we’ve faced. I’m ready to bring the fight to them, and they will learn the cost of their betrayal.

I need to get to the airport and meet Papa and Kailey. This is messed up. How long until we take them out?” Ace’s voice was laced with fury.

“We’ll start planning. Damn it,” I muttered, burying my head in my hands. The weight of it all was crushing.

Ace nodded, the tension thick between us, as I slammed the door shut behind me. I hit the wall with my fist, welcoming the pain as a distraction.

I made my way to the bar and poured myself a drink, the amber liquid burning down my throat. Myia shot me a worried glance, her concern evident in her eyes.

“Sergio, calm down. Take a deep breath. Hurting yourself and drinking won’t help,” she said softly, concern etched on her face.

“I don’t need you to mother me. I need to be left alone,” I snapped, pouring another drink, the anger bubbling over.

“I think I’ll go lie down,” Myia said quietly as she walked toward the bedroom.

Watching her go, a wave of guilt washed over me. I knew I was pushing her away. I was angry and wound up, and I hated that I hurt her. I just needed space to sort through this chaos. But deep down, I feared that shutting her out would only make things worse.

I head to the bedroom. I see Myia hurt. She has been crying. I go over to her and push her down, pulling her leggings and panties down.

I inhale her before my mouth devours her core. I needed this to be between her legs. I lick and suck her little clit.

“Sergio.” Myia whimpers out.

I cause an orgasm from her as her legs shake, eyes roll. She is divine. I get up and pull her shirt over her head. I stand undressing myself. I lay down on the bed, stroking myself. Myia licks her lips. She knows what I want, she gets above me, grabs my cock, and lowers herself; she moans out.

She looks exquisite.

Myia moves up and down on me.

As I gazed into Myia’s eyes, a primal urge surged within me, igniting a fire that consumed all rational thought.

“Kitty,” I growled deeply, feeling every inch of her warmth envelop me, “just like that… Mmm… fuck.”

Her soft moans filled the air, each sound drawing me deeper into the moment.

“Sergio, it feels so… good,” she breathed out, her voice laced with desire.

In that instant, she became everything I had ever wanted, our bodies entwined in a connection that transcended mere physical pleasure. With every thrust, I felt her taking away my pain, replacing it with a bliss I never thought possible.

As she moved up and down on me, her eyes rolled back, lost in ecstasy. I let out another deep growl. It was raw, instinctual. I needed her, wanted her, and with a swift motion, I shifted her from atop me, laying her back against the cool sheets.

I thrust into her slowly, deliberately, savoring each moment, each gasp that escaped her lips. The intensity of our connection was overwhelming, and I knew exactly where to find her sweet spot. I moved in and out, the rhythm building, the world outside fading away until there was only us—two souls merging, lost in the heat of our desire.

In that space, nothing else mattered. It was just her and me, two hearts racing in unison, bound by an unbreakable bond of passion and love. I move in, leaning down, capturing her lips, our tongues tangle together. She is climaxing, her walls squeeze my cock as she gushes around me, taking me with her as I call out her name. My cock jerks and pulsates inside her sweet bliss. I broke the kiss, pulling out of her. We lock eyes, I love her, no denying it, she was made for me.

“Myia, you are my everything. When I’m upset, please give me space. I am not trying to push you away. I am not used to a woman seeing me vulnerable, giving me time.” I say those three words softly, but they don’t seem to come out.

“You have me. I am here to help you heal. I am in love with you. There is no denying it, I have loved it since I was sixteen.” Myia admits her admissions.

“You are my downfall, made for me. Don’t forget that. Fuck it, I love you.” I let those three words out.

We lay here in silence, no words needed, as my eyes fall heavy, drifting off.

Chapter Ten

Sergio

Today is a hard day for us. As I stand here at my brother’s casket, my heart aches while watching people pay their respects. Oliva is here, and I do my best to ignore her presence, the weight of my emotions pulling me in different directions. Myia sits beside Uncle Matteo, Fiona, my cousins, and Luna. Her quiet strength and being there for me have been comforting, and we can’t be together here. We are hiding what we have.

The guilt gnaws at me—this could have been prevented if I had stayed. I glance over at my mother, who is visibly shattered, her tears a testament to the love she had for her baby boy. My father and brother Salvo sit in the front row, their faces etched with sorrow. It hurts to see my mother like this; she loved him fiercely, and now she must grapple with an unbearable loss.

It’s almost time for Ace to say his eulogy. I catch a glimpse of Alberto’s daughter clinging to her mother, the innocence in her eyes contrasting with the heaviness in the air. The grief envelops us all, and I can’t help but wonder how we will ever move forward from this. Each moment feels like a reminder of the void left behind, and I struggle to hold back tears as the reality of it all sinks in.

“Alberto was truly one of a kind. He had a heart of gold and would do anything for those he loved. His bond with his daughter was special; he loved her with every part of himself. He was the best big brother, cousin, and son anyone could ask for. Standing here today on behalf of our family, I can’t shake the feeling that goodbye is only painful when you realize you’ll never get to say hello again. The past few weeks have been a rollercoaster of emotions, and I’m still trying to process it all. But I know we will fight for justice for you, big bro. You meant the world to us, and we love you so much.”

Ace is crying, and that says a lot—he never cries. It just shows how deeply Alberto touched all our lives. We’re here for each other, holding onto the love and memories that will never fade.

“This is from our father. I will read it now. ” Ace’s voice trembles as he reads, “Alberto, my sweet boy, I loved you before you were born. You made me who I am and shaped the man I am today. We were young but grew up together, learning so much along the way. Now you’re off on a new journey with your Ma, and the pain is unbearable. The anger inside me is boiling. I’ll never forget you, my sweet boy, and I’ll love you forever.”

I clear my throat, fighting the lump that threatens to choke me. Memories flood my mind—our laughter, the trouble we got into, how he was always there for me. We were more than cousins; we were brothers forged in the fire of life’s struggles. I wanted to read this for Alberto.

I get up and nod to Ace. He stands close to me.

“We had a saying when we were kids,” I manage to say, my voice shaking. “Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away, and going away means forgetting. I can’t say goodbye, Alberto. I refuse to forget you. I will burn hell upon this earth for you. We will get justice.” The words spill out, raw and fierce. A single tear escapes, tracing a path down my cheek as I fight against the wave of grief.

All I had to say was that it was time for his burial. They closed the casket, and he was going to be lowered into the cold ground.

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After the burial, we come together to celebrate his life, raising glasses filled with memories and laughter. We share stories of the good times, the passions he had, and the things that made him smile. Later, we’ll head to his favorite place, where his favorite girl will dance for him.

Sitting with Ace, Mario, Salvo, and my son, I glance around at the new generation of boys, soon to be made men. The weight of loss hangs heavy, yet there’s a flicker of hope in the air—memories to cherish, love to share. I make my way over to Myia, forcing a smile as I sit beside her. Uncle Matteo watches me, along with Ma and Papa, but right now, I don’t care. All I can feel is the ache of missing Alberto, a pain that will never truly fade.

“What the hell is going on with you two?” my father asks, his face unreadable.

Myia tries to pull away, but I grip her wrist, refusing to let go.

“Nothing, are you losing it, old man?” I shoot back with a smirk, trying to deflect.

“You two are being reckless. I’m not senile yet. I saw the way you look at each other—it’s the same way I look at your mother. If I can see it, don’t you think Mario and the others will?” Dad’s voice is low but powerful.

“You’re reading too much into this. Nothing is going on between us; she works for me, that’s it,” I bark, wanting to end this conversation.

“Mayia, is that true? You work for him, nothing more?” Dad’s gaze locks onto her, and he’s good at reading people.

“No, why would I want his old grumpy ass?” Myia laughs, trying to lighten the mood, but it doesn’t help.

“You’re both lying. I’ll drop it for now, but you’d better figure this out and tell Mario before he hears it from someone else.” Dad’s right; he’s always been right.

I shrug. “Nothing to tell.”

Alberto is looking down, shaking his head, and laughing. This is precisely what he would have loved. Before he was gone, he told me to be happy for myself, to be with Myia, and to ignore what anyone else thinks. Mario’s gonna be upset, and we’ll probably fight, but he’ll get over it.

“I’m telling my father about us. I’ve got a war to plan—I can’t have this weighing on me too. Papa’s right,” I say as I stand.

“This isn’t the time for it,” Myia says, worry etched on her face.

“Time for what?” Mario shoots me a sharp look.

“Olivia and I are divorcing. I found someone else. You know her and will meet her after we deal with this other stuff,” I say harshly, deciding now isn’t the best moment for Myia.

“Good. About damn time you left her. Should’ve done it years ago,” Mario says, giving me a supportive pat on the back.

That’s the kind of understanding I need right now. The air feels a little lighter, but the stakes remain high. Uncle Matteo leans in, his tone serious.

“It was a long time coming. We need to head to the club.” I set down my drink.

I get a text: Myia says she has to see Jake. She hasn’t seen him since we got back a few days ago from California. I shoot her a text back, warning her that he better not touch her things; it will get bad. My dad does not look happy. I know he won’t rat us out, but he will nag me to tell Mario. With that, I get up and we all get ready to head to the dollhouse club. Alberto loved that place, always faithful, loved watching the girls.