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Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Cocaine... My fingers tingled with a mixture of rage and disgust as I stared down at the packet of cocaine in my hand. The goddamn white powder, the fucking angel dust, the shit that ruined lives. She was in that room to snort this crap. I'd known she was trouble, but I hadn't expected this.Her pupils were dilated, like portals to a dark abyss. She was already high, wasted on this poison. As if being a whore wasn't enough, she had to be a fucking junkie too.I couldn't let this slide. I couldn't let her drag herself down this destructive path, not while she was still, in some twisted way, mine... until I got over her.I felt a sickening mix of anger, disgust, and pity. How had she ended up like this? How had she allowed herself to be consumed by this poison?My cell phone slid out of my pocket with a deadly grace. I'd kept her number, from the days I used to send her messages to do my bidding. I aimed my phone at the damning plastic baggie, snapped a photo, and
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅The cake was brought out by two men on a cake table. It was a beautiful chocolate neon-themed three-tier cake. Allegra placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed, smiling at me, "Scott had it specially made for you." My heart skipped a beat, my smile got wider. It's not that I wanted him for myself, No, I gave up on that dream even before he realized that he didn't want to leave Allegra. I want him and Allegra to stay happy together, always. It's just that this one-sided love can be brutal, you can't control the flutter of your heart whenever you hear their name. It's the bittersweet pang of unrequited love. On one hand, I find genuine joy in Scott and Allegra's happiness, even when it's not linked to me. Although every smile they exchange may feel like a sharp pang in my chest, yet I can't help but wish for more of those moments, even if they're not meant for me. It's a constant battle between selflessness and longing. "Thank you..." I whispered, I swear she co
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅A heavy sigh escaped his lips, his voice a low, mocking rumble in my ear. "Afraid of the little storm now, are we?"If I hadn't been so shaken up, I would have kneed him in the balls for the second time today. The sound of the clouds rumbling slowly settled down. I slowly tried to pull myself out of his arms but the next thing I knew, his arm snaked around my waist, holding me against him firmly. "Let go..." I whispered. I don't know if I wanted to let go either but I pulled my arms back from around his neck and slid them down his shoulder before settling them on his chest. His lips were dangerously close to my forehead as he stared down at me. He clicked his tongue, mockingly, "You don't get to take advantage of me, sweetheart. You can't just dive into my arms when it suits you and then pull away when you've had your fill. Every step you take with me comes at a cost, and you've already crossed that line," His voice carried a darker, more ominous tone. In a hear
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"We have no other options," Nikolai said as he slammed his hand on the table, "Goddamn it, do you realize what he has on us?" "I'm sure there are other ways," Adriano said, agreeing with me. It was clear that this plan had my father's strategic fingerprints all over it. I couldn't even disagree with it because, he was still the Capo of the Outfit, and his influence reverberated through every corner of our operations. His orders were sacred for me and our men. I had kept him updated with every twist and turn of this unfolding situation. In fact, he had recently engaged in a conference with Nikolai to devise a meticulous plan to take down Santino, to trap him into his own game. But the plan was something I vehemently opposed, both from a professional standpoint and on a personal level. I lightly pressed two fingers against my lips, a thin veil hiding the disapproval etched on my face. My eyes narrowed with annoyance as I turned my attention towards Nikolai, "Wh
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅My playground analogy was coming to life, but instead of metaphorical teasing, Vincenzo had just yanked my pigtail—literally. Shock and annoyance clashed within me like a pair of unruly kids on the seesaw. I blinked at him, half-expecting him to taunt me with a smirk. But what greeted me was the same maddeningly composed expression, as if he'd done nothing more than adjust his tie. It was absurd. I should've been furious. Yet, my absurdly racing heart didn't quite get the memo.My face twisted with confusion. Vincenzo's fingers released my pigtail, and I couldn't help but shoot him an incredulous look. "Did you just pull my hair?" I blurted out, incredulous, more surprised than angry.He merely shrugged nonchalantly, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. "You seemed like you needed a little shake-up to clear your thoughts."I huffed, feeling a mix of irritation and bewilderment. "If you think that's how you'll win an argument, Vincenzo, you're sorely mistaken
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅“Right now I’m thinking about how it would feel to bury my face between your thighs, Claire... Or the beauty of your big, captivating eyes when they gaze up at me as I fuck your little throat...” In a moment of sheer frustration, I found myself closing my eyes, desperately seeking some release. My hand went downwards, fingers tracing the contours of my body before settling between my legs. I was soaked, and I could feel on my fingers how wet I had become. The desire was overwhelming, so I added two fingers to intensify the sensation. A sharp gasp involuntarily escaped my lips, my back arching in response to the electrifying pleasure coursing through me.My other hand trailed down from my neck to my aching nipples, and I couldn't resist the urge to twist and tug at them. “I fuck your little throat...” his voice was so heavy, so deep, so smokey.I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, my breath hitching as I mouthed, "Oh God," in a hushed tone.Slowly withdrawing
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Claire Parker, sixteen-years-old... A dress was carelessly tossed my way, landing with a crumpled thud on the small, rickety bed. It was a piece of tattered fabric, hardly suitable for anything decent, let alone wearing. "Put that on," my uncle Tony ordered in his gruff, unforgiving tone. "I've got a guy coming over to collect on his debt, and you're going to pay it back."I curled into a tight ball, bringing my knees up to my chin as I hugged them close. With my eyes squeezed shut, I tried to escape into darkness. "I don't feel well... I think I have a fever," I murmured, desperation lacing my voice.His response was harsh and uncaring. "Do I look like I give a damn about your fever? Get ready!" he snapped back, his impatience cutting through the air like a knife.Tears welled up in my closed eyes, and I found my voice again, pleading with him. "Please, Uncle Tony, not today. I really don't want to."There was a brief pause, during which my heart raced with fragil
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I watched the live feed from the hidden devices in Claire's dress. Watching her engage with Santino, playing the role she was assigned, stirred something unknown in my chest. My jaw clenched as she laughed at something Santino said, her body leaning in closer to his. The way Santino's eyes lingered on her curves didn't sit well with me. I hated how she seemed to enjoy his attention, even if it was all part of the plan.My eyes remained glued to the screen, torn between wanting to protect her and needing her to succeed in her mission. The thought of protection only came from the fact that I was protective of the women in my life. My world changed forever when my mother passed away when I was just fifteen. In the wake of her absence, Aunt Alessia stepped in and became more of a mother to me than I'd ever known. I fiercely protected Alessia, and the same instinct extended to my cousin, Allegra. She and I shared the same Capone blood, making her like a little sister